In the midst of filming in the Philippines, Korean actor Lee Jong Hee and Filipino actress Marianne de Guzman find themselves thrust into an unexpected turn of events on New Year's Eve. Fate, concealed by the lens of a mysterious camera, catapults t...
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"Mabuhay ang Pilipinas, isang bansa, isang diwa."(Long live the Philippines, one country, one spirit.)
– Andres Bonifacio
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[Capítulo Tres: Pagkikita-kita (The Meet-up)]
I was caught into a peaceful silence. I flew towards the realms inside my mind, filled with questions that I needed to answer.
"Panot! Este, Jong (Creep! I mean, Jong)," I heard her, the annoying woman's pitchy voice mentioned my name. Those words didn't interpret correctly inside my mind, making me stay inside my world of thoughts. "Is it true that you love me? Ems.."
I heard her chirping away, but my body resisted facing her.
Why are we even here? Is this where I think we are? What is real and what is not?
"What I mean is, is it true about the incident?" she persisted.
I felt mentally drained, her incessant questioning pulling me out of my thoughts. For someone with almost the same age as me, I hadn't anticipated her being so talkative.
"Basta 'yung shooting incident. Where that both of us have been shot (Just, it's the shooting incident. Where did the both of us get shot)?" My weary mind succumbed as I turned to face the talkative girl. A fleeting hope that answering her question might make her stop entered my exhausted spirit.
"Where were we shot? Is that what you mean?" I asked, noting the grammatical errors in her words.
Upon receiving my response, her eyebrows furrowed, confused by my words. "Yes," she replied, offering an uncomfortable smile with both thumbs raised in the air.
"And what do you mean, love you? Shut up, crazy girl!" I added. I struggled to comprehend the purpose behind her nonsensical additions to the conversation. Who in their right mind appends such things to what they are saying?
"Yes, love you too...Saranghae shunggo-shunggo you kubeta (Slang, no translation)," she added, transforming her thumbs up into finger hearts.
"Crazy!" I muttered, unaware that my private thoughts had slipped into audible words.
Losing patience, I felt a rewind back to her initial question. Shivers ran down my spine once again. What I had dismissed as a dream seemed to be more than just a figment of imagination.
"Mag-asawa ba kayo, Ineng (Are you a couple, Sweety)?" the woman asked the crazy girl.
"Opo (Yes)," she replied. If I'm not mistaken, she's likely saying 'Yes.' Given my love for learning languages and having spent a month in the Philippines, where my grandmother taught me some Filipino words, I had a grasp of basic vocabulary.
