#ULOG48: TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU (HAMMER)

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I woke up this early in the morning. It has been an ordinary day for me and for those people around me at our place in our little barrio. We were laughing, talking and busy with the house hold chores. Everything seems so happy and inviting.

I saw the bird flying like they were dancing in the cool breeze of the wind yet until the moment and broke the silence.

Pak! pak! pak! paaaak! and yelling. The yelling and crying took continously almost 30minutes.

While I hurriedly sneak around at the front door of our house and slightly turn back wards and ran towards the stairway while covering my two ears with my two hands.
And say with ease... its okay nothing happens. I tried to be calm and I was. I was upstairs to loosen my anxiety, my fears and my numbness.

The shouting still continue. I prefer to go back downstairs to find out that everything turns okay and alright. Until I knew it that my neighbor easily get hit by a HAMMER unto her upper right head. The bloody tatters splattered around the corner of their corridor. I was so speechless then. Suddenly someone bumped me and say, "The suspect was one of the siblings of her brother-in-law". The suspect eagerly running away from the scene, took his motorcycle and leaved.

The ambulance took the victim and simply accommodate the victim to adjust her own space and comfort. The victim by now still healing her wound. And the suspect showed himself in front of the family of both parties asking for forgiveness. The victim refused to file a case against him. She denied the alligations that they were lovers. Certainly, witneses concluded that they were.

The case was close but not legally determined the roots of the case. Therefore, I make my own judgements. Loving someone can be a pill to make us happy or make us addictive or make us foolish. The pill of loving can be adjusted according to its level and category.
For whatever reason would it be. It only happens for the both of them and somehow build and marks my imagination.

My day is rare, supense and thrilled. Never knew would it be happening in that kind of day..... my unforgettable morning!

(Based on a TRUE STORY)