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Wet dreams (6th palkat)


Wet Dreams (6th Palkat)

Aramina P Tandulan, DIA, DJ, Esq, LLB, BSChem

Note: Title is supposed to be ‘Sweet Dreams’ as explained in 2nd Palkat.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is based on true events and confessions during my trials and tribulations. Names, places, and events are slightly modified and altered not to sensationalize but to hide the true personae and identities of the characters and any similarities to your real life experiences are purely accidental, co-incidental, and unintended. Peks man, cross my heart and hope to die. Discretion is strongly advised as some readers might find the contents just a little suggestive.

“OMG! OKINNANA! There’s a bombing in Ayala!”

Detective Charlie S. Tirong recognized the expletive and the voice of the enunciator of the Ilokano expletive. She’s his partner Preci, Detective Precious H. Polito, who couldn’t decide whether to sit or to stand while watching the streaming news in her desktop. Their desks are adjacent so her chair would sometimes bump into Det. Charlie’s chair.

But Det. Charlie couldn’t push the rolling chair back to Det. Preci’s space because he was nervously pressing and re-pressing Christine’s speed dial key on his smartphone but a message would play each time: leave a message.

Det. Charlie’s heart began to pound as he watched the streaming news. The news camera was focused on the chaos that has developed in front of a tall building that Det. Charlie could recognize as Christine’s workplace. The First Responders such as the SWAT team along with several ambulances and firetrucks have materialized at the scene a few moments later.


Senior Inspector Renato Dimakaidna, still being revered as Captain Dimakaidna hollered as he fixed his bulletproof vest. Tirong and Polito grabbed their sidearms and vests and they took turn in strapping each others vest. Det Charlie caught a sniff of Det Preci’s perfume but his brain couldn’t formulate a sinful joke because his brain was busy processing the streaming scenes. Det Charlie caught a glimpse of the streaming news as they walked toward the door; smoke has started to billow near the top of the building. Det Charlie’s heart pounded harder as he tried to count in his brain the number of floors from the ground to the billowing smoke. Christine’s floor is 44th.

Det Preci couldn’t floor the gas pedal because traffic was slow. She could only sigh as vehicles seem too slow to give way to the caravan of police cruisers with sirens blaring, strobe lights strobing, and horns screaming. She decided to drive because she knew Det. Charlie wouldn’t be able to focus as he was frantically speed-dialing and instant messaging his girlfriend, Christine. Detective Precious knew Christine works at the blazing building, she could feel Charlie’s deep concern… a feeling of fear, fear for Christine, or more precisely, a feeling of terror.

They have been partners for five years and Detective Preci could almost read Detective Charlie like an open book. Some of their peers would sometimes joke at their closeness, “uuuy, pabulong-bulong pa kayo ha, why, you didn’t have enough whispering moments in your unmarked surveillance car?”

Of course, Preci and Charlie couldn’t avoid being enclosed in the seclusion of their stake-out vehicle when surveilling. There were nights when the inside of their stake-out car would be so warm they had to wear tshirt or just ‘sando’, an undergarment shirt, and shorts.

But of course we are professionals, right, Charlie? Detective Preci would be fanning her face lightly, each fanning action would jiggle her almost see-through and bra-less sando.

Right Preci, our conduct is very respectful of each other and our actions are performed with utmost integrity. Detective Charlie would reply, focusing at the house they were surveilling, trying not to be distracted by the jiggling sando.

Hail Mary, full of Grace… Detective Preci would continue praying, rolling each Rosary bead with her thumb and index finger, also focusing her eyes at the house they were surveilling.

Holy Mary, Mother of God… Detective Charlie would reply, not pealing his eyes off the house they were surveilling.

Detective Preci is a devout catholic and a Legionary; Legion of Mary. She’d stop by her church, Our Lady of Fatima in Santa Mesa once or twice during weekdays to say her prayers. Detective Charlie would sometimes go in and sit beside the kneeling and praying Detective Preci. The last time they were there, Detective Preci made a pledge to pray two thousand Hail Marys.

Two thousand Hail Marys, Preci, like 2 with three 0’s? Mother Mary will not get tired of listening to all those prayers?

Detective Charlie made a mental calculation; there are about 1.2 billion Catholics, say, only the 0.2 billion made the pledge to pray 2000 Hail Marys, that’s 200,000,000 Catholics x 2000=400,000,000,000…four hundred billion Hail Marys prayed during the month of May.

That’s right Charlie S, 2,000 Hail Marys. And yes, Mother Mary does not mind listening to repeated prayers.

That’s absurd! Edo Manzanilla was enraged, don’t insult my intelligence Preci! You want me to believe that all you do during those steamy nights inside your surveillance car with heavily tinted windows is pray?

Edo Manzanilla is or was Detective Preci’s super-jealous and possessive boyfriend. ‘Is or was’ because they have an on again, off again relationship. The last break-up was the last straw, Detective Preci thought. She did not like how her boyfriend disrespected her partner, Detective Charlie S:

Request your captain to partner you with a woman detective, Preci, I don’t trust that… that Charlie nga Lasi! Or probably you do your prayers by kneeling in his front or him kneeling in your front!


Although outraged, Detective Preci couldn’t blame Edo Manzanilla for feeling insecure. Not only good-looking, but Charlie S also possesses a very strong and charming personality. Sometimes she’d wonder, if they were not partners, would Detective Charlie find her attractive.

Initially, Detective Preci suspected that probably, Charlie S does not like women because he would not look at her the same way other men would look at her, like, as if they would undress her, or grope her chest with their eyes. Detective Charlie S wouldn’t even glance at her jiggly shirt. But hard to admit, she muttered to herself, that she felt hurt when she saw Detective Charlie rubbing Christine’s nape with Calamine lotion to relieve Christine’s itch.

But Detective Preci had to convince herself they are partners, not lovers. She could just shake her head when Edo accused them of that sinful act of kneeling in each others front. That’s outrageous! Why, that position would not even be possible to assume in our small surveillance vehicle, the leg room is so narrow. That's a very tight, very difficult, and seemingly impossible missionary imposition. Probably…probably if we are in our minivan cruiser…

Detective Preci immediately shook off the budding sinful thought in her mind. Focus on driving! She muttered to herself. Damn you Edo for planting that seed of dirty and sinful thought! She knew one way to drive the sinful thoughts away would be to pray some more Hail Marys to fulfill her Our Lady of Fatima pledge:

“Hail Mary, full of Grace…”

Detective Charlie S pressed the re-dial button, still hoping Christine would pick up, and responded:

“Holy Mary, Mother of God…”

Then Christine’s phone responded:

“Leave a message.”

Aramina P Tandulan, DIA, DJ, Esq, LLB, BSChem ©2017

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