Pirti

I chose to write this post by incorporating the dialect (Bisaya and Tagalog) just so to feel the story better. Hehehe. My apologies to those who can't understand this much. Sometimes the essence of the story is well-kept when not translated.

Note: Names have been changed.

Around 6:30pm last night, I heard Jill call her 10-year-old (just an estimation) daughter Cherry in the street. Her voice resounding in the entire village like she owns everything.

Jill: "Cherry! Cherry! Nasan ka na? Kailangan pa ba kitang tawagin? Gabi na!"

Noel, Cherry's younger brother, went home from playing.

Jill: "Mag-saing ha.. Sabihin mo kay Ate."

The little boy agreed.

I guess Cherry was already home following her mother's commands. A little later, I saw Jill walk towards home. Seems like she's checking if her kids are doing what she told them to do. After checking, she headed back to where she was from. "Noel, sabihin mo kay Ate na bantayan yung sinaing baka masunog!"

The boy relayed the message to her sister. And there they were, inside their house... doing what mother Jill told them to do.

Here's the catch. Si Jill kay naa sa tindahan..... nag-chismis.