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Kara kruz: sins of desire (11th palkat)


Kara Kruz: Sins of Desire (11th palkat)

Kalis Marco S, M.R.B.

Odi et Amo
-Gaius Valerius Catullus

Part V, Da Formula 5

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is based on true events and confessions during tita Judge Aramina’s 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 offensive.

(apparently, I have to keep it non-erotic, non-explicit, and non-wet dreamy, tita Judge Aramina can only hope)

“No Children, those are not the names of Kapres, probably what you might call twin-kapre or Kambal-Kapre, but

Odi et Amo

that is the title of the poem that Gaius had written for Lesbia, the secret love of his life;

I Hate and I Love

But children, is it possible to love a person and at the same time hate that person too?”

Again, listening to Madam Cory during one of her grade one lectures, apong Don Huan could swear that was the first time he had heard ‘Gaius’ and ‘Lesbia’ being used in one sentence.

Not sure whether that was a rhetorical question or probably Madam Cory was waiting for an answer, the young apong Don Huan apparently pretended to be thinking of the possible answer, looked at the ceiling of their classroom, looked at the map of the Philippines, and for some strange reason looked at the girl who was intensely glaring at him; the girl with the crying eyes as if constantly sad. At that moment, the young apong Don Huan apparently could feel the heat coming from her eyes’ laser beam… as if coming from the eyes of supergirl… or Godzilla. Apong Don Huan apparently was not really sure what was that all about, or what inspired the young Godzilla girl to glare at him.

Or what inspired the young Godzilla girl to whack him with her school bag after school… what the fridge!

Young apong Don Huan: What was that for?

Young Godzilla girl: Because!

The young apong Don Huan apparently did not know what to do. He did not attend kindergarden and of course daycare to learn any survival tecniques; he did not have a smartphone that could play Barney’s ‘I love you, you love me’ to tame the young Godzilla girl so the young apong Don Huan had to find a way to survive the grade one jungle ruled by the God-zilla; he survived by avoiding to look at the girl and staying away from the girl as far as the back of their classroom… near the door, just in case:

Run Don Huan run! Run for your life!

An unexpected relief greeted the young apong Don Huan when he enrolled the following year: Grade two. The God-zilla girl apparently did not enrol as her family had moved to Ilocos Norte from Bayombong; her mother and her father, both lawyers apparently had built a mansion in Ilocos Norte.

“Wait a minot Brenda San,” my daddy Marco San suddenly pressed the brake pedal to stop our Sienna that caused me to lunge forward on my booster seat… thanks to the Sienna booster straps, I did not fly like Superman, “red light, sorry, but Brenda San, I think I know who might be the God-zilla girl… what a small world eh, as if the story of their lives was written by the same author.”

“That’s right Marco San, although tata Don Huan did not recognize her God-zilla girl during their university years in UFE, manang Rosario apparently remembered who the bullakayan pervert was.”

Even tito Karm apparently started to tease tita Rosario:

So, Rosie the God-zilla, it was Don Huan whom you whacked with your elementary school bag way back… you know what they say, the person you most hate is the one you really love.

Ette, pakpakawan Kar! Duraydita na! And how did you know it was Don Huan, ala man?

Your bestfriend Vickie told me when you were in Ukraine, I think she had too much beer grande… wait a minot Rosario… how come Vickie does not have a boypren yet… probably she is a… Lesbian… and it’s you she wants


Communication. Too much communication could get you whacked with a handbag containing not elementary books but a licensed beretta- that was the painful moral lesson that tito Karm had learned.

Enihu, speaking of Gaius, and Lesbia, and Catullus, what’s in a name eh, apparently, my mommy Miss Brenda planned to name me Calista if I was born a girl, apparently after Cat… Catherine Grant of Supergirl…

“OMG Kal-EL, enough of Gaius and Lesbia and Cat Grant, can you please summon your own supergirl Kara Kruz now so she can fight those two cigar-smoking Kapres!”

Alma’s eyes were as large as hopia, probably those were her panic eyes, I thought to myself.

“Wait! Do you hear that?” Tita Genetisis Elisa pointed toward the sky. Even Topet who was also riding at tita Elisa’s back… well, Topet with his straw hat was being carried by tita Elisa using a carrying blanket, Topet was giggling and pointing and clapping toward the sky… come to think of it, even tita Rosario carries their Topet at her back using a blankie… hmn.


“Is it a plane?” Tita Henrietta pointed too at the sky.

“No, I think it’s a bird!” Tita Lara Mae exclaimed.

“I think that’s Superman… no… that’s an Angel riding a bird!” Tita Precious also exclaimed.

Then suddenly, Alma clapped her hands in excitement.

“Yehey! That’s tito Captain Angel Gabriel piloting Heneral Ramas’ helicopter… and is that… the real last Jedi standing near the door of the helicopter?”

A déjà vu all over again? Hmn…I though to myself, that looks like the image of the veiled Blessed Virgin Mary… holding a lightsaber…

Then Alma exclaimed, “No that’s the Veiled and the Beautiful Amaya!”

“Wait… I think that’s your tita Ariana Kal-EL!” tita Elisa also exclaimed.

“Wait a minute Kal-EL…” now Alma’s face appeared confused… “your tita Ariana is going to fight the KK… Kambal-Kapres… she is your super KK… she is..

Kara Kruz?”

Kalis Marco San, M.R.B. ©2018

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