I was on my way to work this morning. Everyday, I take a jeep from our house to Baclaran, a jeep to MRT Taft Station, the MRT to Shaw Station and finally, a jeep to my office.
My intuition told me something's up when I got off at Baclaran. This guy who was sitting at the end of jeep [near the entrance] waited for me to get off from the other end [near the driver] before getting off himself. I'm not the assuming type so I regarded the action as being a gentleman.
A jeep didn't come within five minutes so I walked toward the church. He followed. Again, I'm not assuming so I dismissed it. Besides, he was wearing corporate clothes so he seemed to be well-bred and harmless.
My suspicion was ignited when we got on a jeep. I went first, immediately followed by him. The jeep was filling up, and I fit myself on the right side of the middle of the jeep. He fit himself in the five inch space on my left. Ah, this guy sat beside me for a reason.
Sure enough, barely five minutes on to the ride, I felt his finger moving like a worm under my left buttcheek. I threw him an angry stare then leaned forward, leaving a space between my back and the "back rest [?]". A little later, I felt his finger caressing the bareskin between my pants and top. This time, my nasty stare lingered a bit while pulling down my top, making sure I establish eye contact with him before leaning forward some more. I was wearing a jap top with faux obi belt which has a string tied at the back. A few more minutes later, I felt the string being tugged.
I wanted to punch him right in the nose then, but I had a different plan. I knew that if I spoke up then, he'll just get off the jeep and escape. I wanted him on the jeep till we reach Pasay Rotonda.
When the jeep was close enough to the unloading area, I turned to him and loudly exclaimed, "Eh gago ka pala eh! Kanina pa ko usog na usog dito yang kamay mo sunod pa rin ng sunod. Pwede pakitanggal ng kamay mo sa likod ko?!". Everyone on the jeep turned to us and his face reddened, obviously in embarrassment.
He got off and I followed, pulling him on the sleeve and catching the attention of the Traffic Enforcer. "Boss, hinarass ako ng lalaking 'to!", while pointing an accusing finger at him.
He hurriedly pulled his arm back, walked quite briskly away and soon dissolved in the crowd. I was left staring the spot he dissolved to. The Traffic Enforcer merely turned to me and said, "Sa susunod mag-iingat ka, iha", before returning to his post.
I don't know who was humiliated more, the perv or myself. I walked to the train without bothering to wipe the tears of frustration rolling down my cheeks.
*.* as if! @ 5:50:00 PM • • RBJ
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