February 15, 2016
Koko
Koko hears a clock ticking. His face scrunches into confusion as he is deserted in a room where there are different kinds of clock, ticking. A clock shop?
The wooden floor squeaks as he stepped further into the shop. He tried to speak and ask whoever is inside the place. There were no answers, no voices but, a deafening silence...
and a series of ticks and tacks.
At the end of the hallway, a grandfather's clock stands firm and old. The wood shines with newly varnished skin. The sun cloaked the enormous clock with light that the golden pendulum glows as it swings continuously.
As he focuses his eyes on a gigantic antique watch, the sound of the arrow of time gets louder and louder by the second.
Suddenly, the alarm goes off.
With a heavy arm, he dragged his hand up on the bedside table and shut the thing off. He rolled to the other side, half of his face sinks into the pillow. Both the watch and the alarm's lie on the side table. What time is it?
Strings of golden rays went through the thin curtains. His eyes were shut firmly, blocking any sunlight from entering his sight. He jerked up from the softness of his bed and a dull pain occurred on his temples. His palm pressed against the other side, suppressing the pain. Ramdam niya ang pag-ikot ng tiyan niya.
He groaned. Hangover.
"Ronnie, you son of a bitch," He murmurs, "Ilan ba nainom natin kagabi? I shouldn't have trusted your words pagdating sa inuman. Shit." Reklamo ni Koko.
With an aching head and an upset stomach, he stood up from the bed and came across the full-length portrait mirror leaning on the wall. He sees the disheveled hair he woke up with and the same polo he wore last night. The polo was crumpled and unbuttoned down until the middle. There were some feathered bruises brushed against his cheek and outlining his jawline. The sting was still there when his fingers tried rubbing them.
What happened last night?
A figure came into view as he pictured Ronnie's face grinning at him.
"You fuckshit." He grumbles and messes up with his already disheveled hair, "What have we done last night?" He glared at his own reflection; Ronnie's figure vanished into smoke.
Koko went straight to the bathroom, frowning. His face almost turned upside down when he saw sticky notes posted on the mirror. A left-handed writing scribbled on each note.
Dude, sorry talaga!
Papalitan ko, pramis! Hahaha
I already did your monthly grocery, sorry naaa~
Good night, man. Love you~
Hindi maintindihan ni Koko ang pinagsasabi ni Ronnie. What did he do last night? Ilan ang nainom nito sa bar? Shit, did they do anything embarrassing last night?!
He took off the post-its from the mirror and stared at them, paulit-ulit nitong binabasa ang notes and tried figuring out everything from last night. Then, he came across with a note, almost unreadable with the handwriting tapos may drawing, pa ng emoji (hindi ma-describe ni Koko kung ano 'yon, Ronnie is shit with drawings after all).
Konting gasgas lang naman, e.
Gasgas...?
"Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no." Koko gasped.
He dragged his feet to the front door and didn't even bother putting on shoes. He went outside his apartment and went straight to his scooter. It was a present from his grandpa on his seventeenth birthday. Although interested in cars, the scooter is quite convenient in getting to school on time. He's only got a student's license permit. By the end of the year pa ang sked niya for a driving test.
