Faded Boxers

After suspecting everyone around me for over a week, I’ve finally narrowed down the list of suspects to one.

But before anything, let me paint a picture of the things I had to put up with for the past week and a half:

• As a result of me ignoring her, she has resorted to insulting me 24/7. None of which are grammatically correct.
• More than once, she has asked about my Psoriasis and implied that she was responsible for me having it.
• Just the other day, she said that she was going to put a hex on my girlfriend so she’ll have Psoriasis as well.
• She knows whenever I go out of town, or whenever I leave the house.
• She would be begging me to stop ignoring her one minute, and be hurling promises of bodily harm at me the next.
• She has implied that she can harm my family whenever she feels like it.
• Sometimes she’d text me “Tara, sex tayo!” (Let’s have sex!), and question my sexuality if I don’t respond.

All these things point toward one thing: that my stalker may very well be a part of our household help. We have four people employed in our household. One of them can’t read,and another doesn’t own a phone. The third one does own a phone; but since he’s our driver, we all have his number. That leaves the fourth one who happens to be new, and joined us around the time that my stalker started harassing me.

While my suspicions were strong that she was the one, I had no proof until this morning. On a whim, I checked my mom’s phone since she occasionally saves the phone numbers of our maids. So I searched for the name of our newest maid so I can compare it with the number of my stalker. Lo and behold, I got a perfect match.

I found this out on the way to the office so I haven’t had a chance to confront her yet. She’ll probably deny everything, but the gig will be up once I call the number and her phone starts ringing as we’re talking.

You can imagine the stuff that are running through my head right now. “Why would someone do this? Doesn’t she know that we’re gonna find out eventually? How close was she to sticking a knife in my chest while I was sleeping? Why isn’t she hot? Can I take her? But she’s built like a wrestler! Maybe if I she had some balls, I can kick her in her crotch before tackling her. She’s a girl, she doesn’t have balls. Well she looks like she has balls…”

More on this after I’ve finally confronted her.