A historical and fantasy story about a prince who escaped from the moon and got stuck in the apartment of an unemployed girl who struggles to find a job and a lover.
PS.
This is not based in any historical story, this is my own thoughts.
It's dark in this place, but I still manage to stand and see myself in the mirror, with the help of the small amount of light which I think it came from the outside.
Studying my new appearance, I'm way too big for compared to my former self, other than that; I look like a very fine young man now, but I still have these long ears.
Remembering my past self, I'm pretty sure that I could fit in this room.
w a i t . . .
"Where am I?" I whispered that only I could hear.
"Bun-bun! May ikwekwento ako sayo, dali!"someone yelled. I suddenly hear footsteps walking towards my place. I would describe it as a she with language that is not familiar but it seems like I could understand. Is she an alien or something?
I tried to push this piece of wood blocking the nature's light. I think there is another room coming from the outside. But before I could fully open the door.
A woman vigorously opened it; she looked me in the eyes.
t h e n s h e . . .
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Yes she screamed.
We are screaming.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
I was the first one who stopped because what she's wearing is really unusual;it caught my attention. From what I could remember, women from my era would rather wear very thick, long, and unrevealing clothes; we call it Kimono. But this girl, what is she wearing? How do you call this?
"Anong tinititigan mo 'jan?"
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She's wearing a very short pink cloth covering her body and cream-colored in her head. I remember that cloth, Master would wear that after taking a bath. She vigorously covered herself using her arms and bended her legs when she caught me looking at her weird clothes.
"Who are you?" I asked. I'm expecting an answer. But by the look of her eyes, I could tell that she's ripping me off, tearing me apart, or peeling me like a potato inside her head right now.
"I will not hurt you or anything. I just want to know where I am and who you are?" she's still covering herself; I think I don't have any hope of knowing the answers.
"Hey!" I yelled while trying to get out from this narrow room which turns out to be her closet.
"Ang kapal naman ng mukha mong sigawan ako!" she responded before putting both of her hands on her waist and didn't remove her scary glares at me.
