was lost and was found
I had arrived there haven't gotten the slightest idea of an unexpected incident, which will make me realize some things, that would happen later that day.
It was already half an hour passed midnight. Everything's calm and peacefull. I was in our living room sitting on the side of our sofa, with my grandmother on the otherside, and was wacthing the midnight news; I dont exactly know if my grandmothers watching too. Usually, my grandmother, and I know yours too, always sleeps early. But, this time she's waiting for my cousin--an 18 year old "pasaway" girl-- who had not yet returned home since she'd left that afternoon. Earlier that day, my cousin had told to my mom that she'll just go out for a couple of hours and asked if she could bring the pick-up truck with her. My mom told her that she'll let her drive the truck if grandma agreed. So my cousin had asked my grandma and was successfull getting her approval. Now, clocks are nearly striking one and, still, my cousin wasn't home. My grandmother, as i've observed, was beggining to be worried and was also beggining to be somewhat angry. I looked at my grandmother and saw tension on her face, sweat's already bursting on her forehead, her wrinkles, which seemed always relaxed, now is beggining to look brute on her face. With my grandmother in this kind of condition, my cousin, im very sure of this, now is in big trouble.
My cousin came back home passed one and was warmly welcomed by our grandmother with a sharp, furious and freezing stare(teka, parang mali noh? warmly tapos freezing?). The moment my cousin walked right before the sofa where me and my grandma were sitting, granny, suddenly, stood so fast that my cousin had stepped back in surprize. Then with a blink of an eye, without warning, and as i've anticipated, my grandma immediately and sorely, with a very loud voice, scolded my cousin. At that time i'm still sitting on our sofa watching documentary program. Emotions bursted and exploded on my grandmas mouth and hands. I believe that was the first time I saw my grandma exploded with passionately indignant feelings. She'd thrown out, with unbearable passion, illicit and vicious words to my cousin which, I think, was very hard to take. Her hands swayed and flew in all directions, some of it hitted my cousins face. The time I saw her exploded like this I thought I lost my calm and good grandma. Her voice was so loud that my mom had awakened from her sleep and had immidiately came out of her room and saw the predicament my cousin is in to. My mom immediately interfered with my grandmas emotional outburst and hurriedly calmed her down. And as my grandmas tension taper, and as my cousin immediately went in her room, the calm and good grandma, which I knew, was slowly coming back to life.
I think every person, how long their patience are, has their limits. And as i've seen and realized, a person, even the ones who you thought you completely knew, could look like somebody else when they've reached their limits.
But actually my grandmothers patience, which you might thought was the thing i'm reffering in my topic, was not really what was lost and was found.
After the short incident in our living room and after my mom had succesfully calmed my grandmother down I went straight in my room. A couple of days ago, because I have no new books to read (wala kasi ko budget ngayon pambili bago book. hehe..) i've, again, started reading Harper Lee's "To Kill A Mockingbird". So as i've entered my room I went straight in my bed and, seemed automatic, grabed Lee's novel beneath my pillows and started reading. A moment had passed, I was already lost in the book I was reading when my grandmother's voice, loud enough for me to hear in my room, had said something strange.
"Vic," vic was my dad's nickname. "si bogart nakasunod sa likod mo, baka makalabas." my grandma said loudly but without shouting.
I don't know, but the moment I'd heard this I felt suddenly worried and abruptly went out of my room to see what's happening. When i've reached our living room I saw that granny's still there and was alone; my mom must have had continued her sleep. I asked granny what the matter is and has told me that bogart, our pitbull, might have gotten out on the streets because it was following my dad when he went out. My dad went out, as i've asked later, to park the car in front of the garage gate; he haven't had parked it ealier because he too was waiting for my cousin to first park the pick-up truck in the garage. I then went out to check if our dog was still there. So I went in the area near the garage and called bogart. Normally, our pitbull, with my call, immediately responds. But when I called Bogart that time, the only one who responded was Borgy--our shih-tzu. I've called Bogart for a minute or so, but there's no sign of him. I've then begun to look here and there and everywhere and, still, no sign of him. My grandma, still inside the house, then shouted and instructed me to check the front gate. As I went toward the gate something had suddenly troubled me, I've begun anticipating negative things, my fingers,then, begun to shake, and my heart had started to pound. When I've reached the gate I instantly knew why i'd suddenly felt worried: the gate was hanging open. When I saw the gate hanging open my worries had just grew and automatically I told myself "SHET! nakalabas si bogart!!!! baka di na namin makita yun." I went immediately outside and saw the car already parked infront of the garage gate. I looked the right side of the street and saw it empty and then the left and saw, weirdly, my dad talking to someone. I went straight to him, excused him from his buddy and asked if he has seen Bogart outside. (I've asked my dad, later that night, who he was talking to, he has told me that it was an old friend he had just accidentally bumped into that night.) He told me that he hasn't noticed Bogart and asked what the matter is. I told him that Bogart wasn't inside the house and might now be roaming around the streets. After my dad heard this he completely excused himself with his friend and said bye. We then, again, went inside our house and called Bogart. When my dad was convinced that Bogart was not there he begun to be worried.
"don," nickname ko sa bahay ang don. "bakit mo naman hindi tinitingnan si bogart." He asked me with worried exression.
"nasa kuwarto ko po ko eh, narinig ko lang po kay mama na nakasunod daw po sa'nyo si Bogart."
"di ko naman cya napansin nung lumabas ako." my dad said.
I could see the sadness on my dad's face.
"tara po, hanapin natin sa labas." I'd said.
We then, again, went outside the streets to search for Bogart. When we've gotten out, my dad went left and instructed me to search the other direction. When i've walked about 10meters away on our house, I saw, about 20 meters away, on the street perpendicular to the one i'm walking a familiar dog that had just popped-out under a parked big truck. I squinted and look carefully the familiar dog and saw that is was Bogart. I was about to shout out our dog's name when I've remembered that hes scared of shouts and might run if he heard me shouting. So I just clapped my hands to call his attention. The time I successfully called his attention he just stared at me; might be wondering who I am. I then knelt down on the street, Bogart must have recognize me for he just suddenly and carelessly ran toward my direction. All my worries faded away. The time I've grasped the belt-like thing in his neck I instantly called my dad whose still not that distant from where I am.