Inday, A Portrait
“Mam, wala nang bigas”. Ma’am, there is no more rice.
Inday can make me crazy sometimes. We just bought 600 pesos worth half-sack of bigas (rice) three weeks ago. And in the house, it was just me, husband D, daughter C, Inday 1 and Inday 2 . And Yo-yow, our Maltese brat, but she’s not counted because I do not give her people food (uhm).
D and I, we hardly eat at home. We eat out all the time (I am not complaining).
But there is no more bigas. The day before, no more drinking water. The day prior, out of Coke, and I do not even drink it. A week ago, no more cooking gas. Meralco, too high. Maynilad too high. If I think about it (and I do think about it), it is too easy for me to fall into the I-am-being-duped trap and go crazy. I imagine the Indays, which, by the way, is a form of endearment we use for our househelp, holding huge parties at my expense, having the TV on 24/7, aircon on full blast, cooking my food and my bigas and giving it away to friends, relatives, lovers, the whole subdivision and beyond.
But I refuse to fall into the trap. To quell my doubting heart, I asked Inday to make me The List.
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