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Kara kruz: the mommy returns (12th palkat)


Kara Kruz: The Mommy Returns (12th palkat)

Kalis Marco S, M.R.B.

He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret.
-Sigmund Freud

Part VI, Da Formula 6

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 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.

(N.B., still unable to write the sequel of this never-ending story, Tita Judge Aramina again requested that I write it, because not only that she is overly encumbered with her duties as the Vice President, just like tita Kara Danvers, tita Judge Aramina has to walk away too from certain… vulnerabilities?)

Himalayan mountain peak
Somewhere in Tibet


One way to cleanse your thoughts of any bad, impure thought is not to think. The Deacon, Deacon Karl Marks would probably just simply ignore an impending problem by not dwelling on the issue at hand. Or, in the case of tita Precious being pregnant, the Deacon would simply not dwell on the matter not at his hand but at his lap; tita Detective Precious sitting on his lap.

“I thought I am seeing an angel,” the Deacon muttered, “a glowing angel... a glowing pregnant angel.” Probably just like in the song Perfect. “She’s got beautiful eyes… and beautiful ears… but could she keep a secret? Probably she could but not for long. Of course I can keep a secret; whatever she revealed during her confession is between her and this humble Deacon Confessor.”

But for tita Sensei Jessica Henwick, sitting in her favourite yoga position at the Himalayan peak, her katana slung at her back, hands resting on her quadriceps and palms open toward the sky, tita Sensei Jessica knew of a better way of blocking negative thoughts from entering her mind… or thoughts, and at the same time restore her inner chi, her inner mojo:



Eyes closed, her ears covered with earmuffs, she just let her skin, her facial skin absorb the tranquil sensation provided by the gentle whipping of the wind… just like the rarefied air caressing, kissing her smooth facial porcelein-like skin:


That’s right. Peace. Tranquility. No distractions, just tita Sensei Jessica and the caresses of the nurturing Mother Nature. No secrets to hear from the gentle whipping rarefied air. No secrets to keep; to reveal.

In your face Sigmund Freud!

(Tita Sensei Jessica almost giggled when she realized Sigmund Freud was referring to men only, the chismosos… the gossiping men who couldn’t keep a secret)



Suddenly, tita Sensei Jessica’s eyebrows showed a little sign of confusion. “I did not ‘hmmm’ but where is that faint hmmming coming from,” she muttered to herself. She then lifted her earmuffs:




Then she giggled. “Oh, that’s my vibrator… my smartphone’s vibration ringtone… but why would it vibrate… where is the signal coming from?” Tita Sensei Jessica muttered as she looked around for any cell tower.


Meanwhile, somewhere in the mountains of Ukraine, Doctor Ron dB Cuyegyeg suddenly bit his tongue:

“Aray! Honey Alysa aka Kumander Lady Ag-Ag, did you just remember me? I just bit my tongue.”

“No honey Rondilds, not me. I was just contemplating on how to strengthen our walls against any foreign invaders.”

Meanwhile, back at the Himalayas in Tibet, Tita Sensei Jessica couldn’t spot any cell tower.

“Not even a coffee shop free Wi-Fi server here.” Tita Sensei Jessica stood and she looked down trying to spot a Tibetian monastery. “Apparently, some Tibetian monks have this uncanny ability to channel their inner thoughts through the ether… an ethereal psychic power,” Tita Sensei Jessica muttered, “probably, a monk had just synchronized… resonated with my smartphone’s built-in resonator.” Then tita Sensei Jessica looked up in the skies.

“Or maybe…”



“Jess! This is Dannielle. Where are you? Your reception is amazingly clear! As if you are just standing beside me.”

“Danny! Maybe I just accidentally tapped into a military satellite.”


“Never mind, what’s up Danny?”

“Oh, I found your Master, Jess, the one you have been searching for.”

A little confused, Tita Sensei Jessica was silent for a moment. My Master…

“Your M.R.B. Jess, your Master Ring Bearer Kalis Marco San. He was seen in the Raptors’ parade. I’ll send you the video.”

So Tita Sensei Jessica opened the video link.

“Wait a minot Danny, those are not basketball players dancing on the parade float… those are sexy men in their short-shorts. I think it was not a Raptors’ victory parade but instead a Pride parade… and the M.R.B. and his parents were not even moving, they were immobile… and the M.R.B. was still an infant.”

Meanwhile, back in the hills of Camarines near the just opened cave, Tita Alexandria was starting to wonder why her smartphone couldn’t pickup any signal.

“I think it started when that flying rug partially blocked the sun and at the same time there was a sound of explosion… just when Christine pointed the Dead ‘C’ Scroll at the SW initials and then the rock rolled exposing the opening of this cave.” Tita Alexandria muttered while scratching her nape.

Detective Tito Charlie was also quietly analyzing their situation, trying to detect the cause of all the anomalies, or probably unexplained phenomena that were happening right before their eyes:

The darkening of the sky because the rug just momentarily blocked the sun… the explosion, the rock rolling and exposing the opening of the cave after his wife Christine recited Open Sesame… and the apparition… the appearance of the glowing woman who remained motionless… “Is this a sign…” Tito Charlie muttered, then suddenly, tito Charlie’s heart began to beat fast.

“Preci… why am I thinking of detective Precious? My partner…why am I suddenly missing her… as if… as if she had something that belongs to me.”


Grandma Pacing once said that secrets would haunt you and it would continue to haunt you until the day of revelation, “I think I know what’s her secret, Scary Ariana’s secret.” Grandma Pacing declared while we were on our way to Ottawa for the July 1st Canada Day celebration last year; Grandma Pacing wanted to see the giant spider. And also to meet the PM… Petra Mahalimuyak?

“You mean, Sacred Riana, mother. The girl that looks like the scary girl in the movie ‘The Ring’, her face covered by her long hair…”

“No, daughter Brenda, I mean ARA SDQ, Ariana…Scary Ariana.”

“But you could see her face, her pretty face… you could not see Ariana’s hair mother because she wears a hijab.”

“She scares me, I don’t know why. I think… there’s nothing sacred about her. Did you even check her three references when you let her be Calisto’s bedmate?”

I could almost hear my mommy Miss Brenda and my daddy Marco San laughing inside their heads, probably Grandma is praning… a little paranoid about something… hmm, Grandma Praning Pacing.

But like what people would say, mothers know best, or their mothers, the grandmothers.

And Miss Lucy Fer’s mother Dr Desiré Fer.

While looking at tita geneticist Elisa, she was very sure her grown-up daughter Lucy would look like tita Elisa.

“Secrets,” Dr Desiré Fer mumbled, “like… like sins of the past, like… sins of desire… my sins. I did not even have the chance… before the disapperance…”

Dr Desiré Fer choked on her words… her muttered words:

“I… I was not able to reveal to my young Lucy who her real father was.”

Kalis Marco San, M.R.B. ©2019

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