(For all my fellow mumus out there 👻)
A story wherein Ken, a college history professor was looking through the library for a book that was involved in his lesson. But while doing so, he accidentally came across an extraordinary book.
Unbeknownst...
"1994? Eh 2094 na ngayon...a hundred years ago..? Is this his birth date? And Paulo, is that his name? S'ya ba 'yung mukhang naka drawing dito kanina?"
I frantically asked myself questions as I skimmed through every page of the book, baka may mga iba pang clues na naka sulat. Finding nothing else, I opened my phone and took a picture of the date and name written on it.
Baka kasi mawala ulit, atleast pag kwinento ko 'to kay Stell and Jah may proof ako. After I took a photo of it, I closed the book. I let it sit there for a while before touching it again, I opened it thinking na magbabago ulit 'yung nasa loob nito.
But to my surprise, walang nag bago. I flipped through each and every page, until I reached the page that's been ripped out. There was something written on it, but it was in a different language..?
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"What..? I think it's in Greek.. What does it even say though?" I furrowed my eyebrows and took a picture of it, too. I closed the book and put it under my pillow, this was a lot for me to take in. I layed down as I stared at my ceiling, thinking of the man in the drawing, the date, the sentence written in Greek. All of it was too much, and I STILL had to finish my lesson.
I didn't like procrastinating my work so I went straight to work for my lesson next week. I just worked with the books I had at home, and with the help of multiple reliable sources I was able to complete my lesson for next week.
I opened my phone to check what time it was, and to my surprise it was already 2:19AM in the morning. Nawala sa utak ko 'yung oras, will I even get sleep at this point? I tidied my work space and went back to my bed. I layed down and stared at my window, gazing at the tall buildings of the city. I had a good view since my house was in a subdivision on a mountain so overlooking talaga and view mo sa city.
I was about to drift to sleep when I heard that same old ringing again. This time I sat right back up and flipped the book open, I checked every page even the one that was ripped out, I even checked the cover but nothing seemed to have changed.
"huh, that's strange..."
I uttered quietly to myself when I suddenly heard my phone ring, I was a bit startled but I eventually checked to see how it was. It was an unknown number, baka si Stell nanaman 'to pabago-bago ng number 'yun eh!
"dre, I told you I can't make it to—"
"Hello..? Ah, maling number ata 'to.. Pasensya na po!"
"teka— who's this?"
"po? Uh.. My name is Paulo, sorry sa abala! Have a nice Sunday po!"
"huh? Wait..!"
And that was it, the person on the other line hung up. I have so many questions, first of all— he said his name was Paulo... If I remember correctly, the name written on the book also included a 'Paulo' in it. Though I could be wrong since Paulo is a common name naman. But one thing I found weird, sabi n'ya have a good Sunday, today is Friday.
