Crime Scene

If you're following me on twitter, you probably read that a few days ago a bottle of lotion went missing here at home. I concluded it was just one of those 'may nagmumulto sa akin' moments when things go missing and will show up the morning after.

"Been around the house sooo many times and still can't find that huge bottle of lotion."

You also probably read that last night I was crying. Let me tell you why. (Tweets are in bold, to give a clearer picture of the events.)

I decided to pack my stuff for Iloilo because my room is a wreck you can't even walk straight because almost all our stuff is in here. The renovation started yesterday instead of the planned schedule so I had to shove all our office stuff in my room. Anyway, so while packing, I decided to take out the bags I'll be needing then I noticed I was missing one traveling bag.

I tried to clear my bag rack (it's actually the second level of the double deck) to check and recheck if It just fell on the sides or got squished under my pile of bags. But no, it wasn't there. I was crying all night, desperately scouring the house of the possible places where I might have left the bag. Even if in my mind, it has always been in one single location in my room.

"I'm calm now but I can't wait to find the culprit.

Sasabunutan ko, sisigawan at papalayasin. Yes, as in like the teleserye."

"Okay joke lang. Maybe that's too harsh. Pagagalitan ko lang."

I couldn't sleep. I was so mad. (WHO COULD DO THIS TO ME?!) I was angry because I couldn't think of a suspect. Until I remembered that two days ago (when the bottle of lotion went missing) I absentmindedly left the house open when I went to the clubhouse to pay the homeowner's fee. That day it was only my aunt's maid who was here. I didn't want to accuse her of anything. Because she seems like a good person. And it'd be embarrassing to accuse someone and then find out you're wrong diba? I fell asleep around 4 AM maybe because I got so tired of crying. But at 9 am, I heard my aunt supervising the clearing here at home, and the renovation started again so I got up to talk to my aunt (with my bagong gising hair and crappy sleeping clothes). I told her what happened so she decided to do a surveillance. I called my mom to tell her what happened.

Minutes later my aunt was shouting, calling my name. And when I got to their maid's room, THE BAG WAS THERE. The maid tried to defend that she bought in from the palengke. JUSKOLORD PALENGKE?! My auntie continued to scour the maid's stuff, then I found my lotion! NOT JUST ONE BOTTLE, BUT TWO BOTTLES. Then my dad's stash of soaps were there, our stock of shampoos. Lots of stuff. I was...tulala because I cannot believe she could do that. I have been so good to her. I give her merienda when I have pizza delivered here. I treat her well. I don't even order her to do stuff for me coz she's not my maid. She's the maid at the other house. And may pahabol pa. I found one of my dresses under the stack of clothes. WHAT THE HELL DIBA???

But I never got to the point of screaming at her. I was just there standing while my aunt kept asking "Bakit mo nagawa yun?" My hands and feet were cold, my breaths were deep, I was frustrated. I told her "Hindi naman ako galit. Nakakainis lang na pinagkakatiwalaan ka namin. Eh kung karpintero nga pinagkakatiwalaan namin, ikaw pa. Kung kailangan mo ng tulong, humingi ka ng tulong. Pwede mo naman hingin tong mga to."

She was crying. She asked sorry. I've forgiven her. But she can never bring the trust back. I'm disappointed. I trusted her. I didn't even want to accuse her at first. But we all know our actions have consequences. She'll probably lose her job. She will just finish her December term and will be sent back to the province where she came from. It's so frustrating. How I trusted her and treated her right. It's frustrating for that trust to be broken.

I called my mom again to tell her what we found out. I cried on the phone out of frustration. "Nakakainis talaga. Nakakinis." I said to my mom.

Right now I can't even look at her. Not because I'm mad. I can't look at her 'coz I feel that every time we see each other, she will only be reminded of the wrong she has done.