Clamor

It's been a month since the mother and daughter rent the vacant room adjacent to my room of the boarding house where I am living. I don't exactly know their names but I know that husband of the woman is an incumbent barangay captain. She is the mother of my former pupil.

I began wondering why they have to separate. I just could not ask them why not because I don't care but because it is not my business.

One early morning, it was before my alarm clock rings, I was awakened by a loud voice of the daughter. She's cursing someone. I thought she was conversing over the phone just like the other day.

My sleepiness was gone because I became interested to the reason of her repeated cursing. It is blasting to my ears. The way she uttered the foul words was shocking. Good thing, my son is still in the deep sleep.

Later, I overheard her mother spoke of unclear words that made her daughter more furious. The latter cursed her mother blatantly. It was the time that I realized why they always have a noisy quarrel during wee time.

The daughter is a prostitute. She entrusted some of her earnings to her mother. When she's asking it, her mother could not return it.

She cursed her mother again and again, while crying. "You're useless. You sold your own daughter for your addiction. Let yourself be fucked by others so you'll know my hardship!"

I tiny voice of flea was heard but I could not understand. Later, the clamor has stopped. I heard dragging footsteps. I discovered that the mother walked out.

I got up and start to boil water for my coffee. And, as I was sipping my hot coffee, the daughter called out for her mom. She hailed her thrice and when she heard no reply, she went down to look for her. Then, the whore wailed in the toilet as she found her mother--- bathing on her own blood.