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Kara kruz: sins of desire (15th palkat)


Kara Kruz: Sins of Desire (15th palkat)

Kalis Marco S, M.R.B.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
-Hamlet (Shakespeare, circa 1600 A.D.)

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)

Still 2018 A.D.
Somewhere in the Hills of France
(probably Mont des Alouettes, of course not Montreal Alouettes)



Tita Sensei Jessica Henwick who was again deep in her meditation trying to harness her mojo, her inner Chi, or Qi (Ki), her Katana slung on her back, still didn’t budge from her seated yoga position; the howling wolf still could not scare her and the faint wub-wubbing of the nearby windmill was actually inducing her to fall into a very deep trance… she felt like being mesmerized into a very deep sleep… like a sleeping baby… baby?

Then, as if waking from her deep meditation, tita Sensei Jessica suddenly wondered: What am I doing in this little boy’s never-ending story… and my socks… not Red Socks… they are glowing… a white glow!

She tried to stand and walk but she felt her feet were too heavy, as if they were

Iron Feet


Meanwhile, back in the hills of Camarines:



Old Pug’s howling seemed to harmoniously blend with the wub-wubbing of Heneral Ramas’ helicopter; Captain Angel Gabriel left the helicopter’s engine running just in case he needed to fly someone somewhere quickly. Old Pug was looking at something at the SW on the Rock but the people around Old Pug couldn’t notice because they were listening intensely to tita Alexandria and tito Edo’s recount of their travail with the mobile hut:

Tita Alexandria: No, Mayora Annette, not that Notre Dame in France, not a Cathedral… more like a… school?

Tita Mayora Annette: You mean… a university…Notre Dame in Indiana… you went all the way to America?

Tito Edo: No, not America, Mayora Annette, how how the Carabao can fly… I think we stayed domestic…

Tita Alexandria: Yes, I thought we were in Notre Dame High School… in Manila… but probably La Salle because I think we saw Miss VM…

Tita Mayora Annette: Ha? Miss VM… Miss Vina Morales… Mayor Aramiro Tandulan’s imaginary childhood sweetheart… then you went to Notre Dame… in Cebu?

Tito Edo: OMG! Naggulo kayo met a katkatungtong Mayora Annette! You are so confusing! Not Miss Vina Morales, Miss Valeen Montenegro! And There was a fair… a fiesta… that’s why we had ice cream…mango ice cream


Tita Christine finally noticed what Old Pug was howling about:

“Look! The SW on the rock, it is glowing a white glow…like an iron feet!”

Tito Karm’s Tia Sidni took out her smartphone and again activated the mSTD app, more Stranger Things Detector app. The smartphone emitted a combination of yellow and red light that danced with the white light from the rock. Tia Sidni took a closer look at the glowing SW on the rock. Her eyeglasses suddenly turned into darkglasses.

“Those are transition lenses Kal-EL, special company issue of ATAT Security, ” tita Lara Mae Dario Garcia whispered, turning her head toward me, her lips nearly collided with my lips again.

ATAT is A-Tanod Alarms Technology, Tita Lara Mae’s family security business where Tito Karm’s Tia Sidni works as a security consultant.

“Wait Tia Sidni!” Tita Henrietta put on her darkglasses too, tita Annette’s new boypren opened his backpack and handed everyone a pair of darkglasses, even Alma, Topet, Stephanie, and I were given our own junior-size darkglasses, “The SW is moving… as if it is trying to open… like a camera shutter!”

Ha? The rock is going to take our picture? Then Alma giggled: “We’ll look cool in our darkglasses.”

We’d be like Men and Women in Black with cool darkglasses, I mumbled to myself.

“The rock’s shutter is opening wide!” Tita Alexandria exclaimed.

“OMG! Something is coming out of the rock’s shutter!” Tito Edo also exclaimed.

“Holy Shi…eeeh, Holy Cow! The rock is like…a carabao making pu-pu!” Tito Charlie S Tirong blurted.

“Awuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!” Old Pug howled.

“No Charlie, it is… a head! The rock is like a carabao that’s giving birth!” Tita Precious H. Polito exclaimed.

“I am a mammaltot, a midwife!” Tito Karm’s Tia Sidni declared, “I will help this rock give birth!”

“Ummmmmpf!” Tito Karm’s Tia Sidni pulled the head, “the head is stuck! And it is a human head!”

“I took Birthing 101 at HITLOG, Harbard Institute of Technology, Literature, and OBS/GYN!” Tita Ariana Siddiqi suddenly appeared from behind us, she has just finished feeding her twins in the helicopter, “Since Don Huan is not here to birth this rock who also took Birthing 101 with me at HITLOG, I will perform a Cesarian section!”

“It is a dangling participle Lara Mae,” Tita Christine the master proofreader whispered, it was Don Huan who also studied Birthing 101 at HITLOG, not the rock.”

Then, like tita Mira in The Last Legion (Aishwarya Rai), tita Ariana took out her sword hidden under her maxi burka dress and tried to slice an opening just above the SW rock shutter.

“This rock is super-hard!” Tita Ariana exclaimed, “as if it is some kind of extra-terrestial rock… probably it is made out of pure metallic substance… probably…extra-terrestial iron?”

“Look! There are two heads that are trying to come out!” Tita Precious exclaimed.

“Like two dangling participles.” Tita Christine whispered.

“Or two dangling betlo…hitlogskis.” Tita Henrietta also whispered, then there were muffled giggles.

“What we need is some coconut oil and the Dead ‘C’ Scroll.” Deacon Karl Marks’ Tia Sidni the sorcerer spoke.

Tita Christine reluctantly handed to Tia Sidni the Dead ‘C’ Scroll that tito Karm gave her for safekeeping. Deacon Karl Marks’ Tia Sidni calmly took a little vial out of her pouch, poured some oil at the rock shutter, pointed the Dead ‘C’ Scroll at the rock’s shutter and she began to incantate:

“Ummmmn dilatotum portalum ungapum ummmmn”



The two bodies easily slid one after the other as if they were expelled by the rock’s shutter, then like a camera, the shutter closed and the SW appeared again.

Then there was a deafening silence.

The two freshly born adults were lying still on the ground. Judging from their facial features, one has facial hair therefore must be a male and the other has a smooth beautiful face, therefore a female. Then the male opened his eyes:

“Hello World!”

He was squinting and slightly rubbing his eyes, then he nudged his female companion.

“They are dressed like those characters in Star Trek,” tita Alexandria whispered to Lara Mae, “are they aliens?”

The male newly born seemed to have heard tita Alexandria’s whisper, he looked around and then he spoke:

“I am Mon-ET and this is my wife Ra-Mi.”

Tita Mayora Annette gave out a loud laugh:

“You mean, Mon-EL and your wife Imra.”

The newly-born Mon-ET quizzically looked at tita Annette:

“And you are…”

“Name’s Annette, Mayora Annette.”

“No, Mayora Annette, Mon-EL and Imra are in a different story… in that story about an alien girl-superman… we are Mon-ET and Ra-Mi.”

“Are you from a different planet or from a far away galaxy… are you aliens too?” Tita Alexandria asked matter-of-factly.

“No, I was from Cavite and my wife Ra-Mi was from India…although she spent most of her young life in Manchester England.”

Tita Elisa the geneticist suddenly stirred but did not say anything. She too grew up in Manchester.

“We are looking for my wife’s uncle, Amon Ra…” Mon-ET paused for effect, probably waiting for a question, so tita Alexandria obligingly asked the question:

“You are looking for the Egyptian god?”

“No, my uncle is a calligrapher in Greece, Amon Ra Papadakis…” the newly born Ra-Mi finally spoke, she has a very strong British accent like tita genetisis Elisa, “apparently, my uncle is searching for a document… a Dead ‘C’ Scroll? But it looks like we are lost.”

Tita Christine subtly pocketed the Dead ‘C’ Scroll. She wouldn’t surrender the document to anyone.

Tia Sidni the sorcerer recognized tita Christine’s reluctance to part with the document that she had been keeping and protecting ever since it was given to her by tito Karm:

“Yes, you are lost Ra-Mi, you are so far away from Greece, you are here in Camarines.”

“Probably you were misdirected by a… Kapre?” Tito Edo suggested.

“No,” Mon-ET shook his head, “there are no Kapres in Greece. We entered a cave…then suddenly, we just fell into a… it felt like a tubular water slide.”

“You came out from this rock, right here.” Tia Sidni the security consultant pointed at SW.

Mon-ET and Ra-Mi looked at each other. Then Ra-Mi spoke, “we were right Mon-ET, we entered a worm hole, an SW, a space super-worm hole.”

“Hmn, SW is Super-Worm hole.” Alma mumbled.

“We were supposed to come out of the mouth hole of the worm… that would have led us to my uncle’s basement in Greece.”

“Instead… you came out of the opposite hole of the worm…that would be the…” Tita Precious paused, probably for effect.

“Eeew, this rock is the opposite of the worm’s mouth…” then tita Ra-Mi laughed. Then everybody laughed.

“Awuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!” Old Pug suddenly howled again. The portal or rock shutter glowed again.

“OMG! Another head is being expelled by the opposite hole of the SW… a glowing blonde-haired head!” Tita Erika pointed at the opening rock shutter.

Heneral Ramas and Chief Rock seemed to recognize that blonde hair… they had seen it before. Even tita Ariana’s eyes were wide open in disbelief… the platinum blonde hair looked so familiar.


A platinum blonde-haired woman wearing a laboratory gown was just born!

The newly born laboratory gown-wearing blonde woman opened her eyes, squinting, then she saw Deacon Karl Marks’ Tia Sidni, “where… where am I?”

“You are still here on earth, my name is Tia Sidni… and you are?”

“My name is Dr. Fer, Dr. Desire Fer, pronounced ‘De-si-ray’…”

Then the newly born doctor noticed tita Elisa the geneticist, suddenly, the newly born doctor’s eyes were wide open:

“Lucy… you are my daughter Lucy… OMG! What are you doing here?”

“Wait a minot Kal-EL,” Alma again tugged at my left foot, luckily, I was holding tight at tita Lara Mae Dario Garcia’s shoulders so I did not fall, “you mean to say, the ‘Desire’ in the title of this story is not about want, need, like, but it is really the name of a person?”

Even tita Lara Mae was speechless and appeared so confused, she was probably wondering why Alma kept asking me questions. Then Alma pushed further:

“So if the title is ‘Sins of Desire’ and this story is really about Dr Desire Fer, Miss Lucy Fer’s mommy… if she sinned a lot… if she was born in Greece too… is her real name…

Dr. Desire Fer Mamadakis?”

Kalis Marco San, M.R.B. ©2018

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