1.) Alex was crying inside her room because she wanted to continue her pregnancy.     

2.) And Cris, her boyfriend came in.  B. Middle   

1.) Then Cris began shouting at Alex.

2.) Cris wanted Alex to abort her baby.   

3.) He believes that the baby was not his, and if it is his, he is not yet ready to raise a family.   

4.) While Alex wanted to raise the child because of her fear for God.   

5.) The Cris throws the forceps to Alex. C. Story Crisis   

1.) Alex placed the forceps between her legs.   

2.) Cris was just staring at her.  D. End   

1.) Alex’s baby was aborted. She aborted it because she was more afraid to her ultimate god – Cris.   

2.) She aborted it because Cris said, he wont leave Alex it she would just abort the baby.   

3.) Cris left Alex smiling.

Scenario: in a bed inside a little room

        “The sweet scent of ylang ylang filled up the humid room and its fragrance slowly covers our bodies while we lie down undressed in her bed. With one hand, I held her head on top of my chest while my other arm encircled her delicate body. Her gentle fingers stroked with a calm rhythm my sturdy shoulders. While her hair brushed my stomach, tickling me. I then held her face and looked at her in the eye. Her eyes looked sensible and her lips were calling out for a kiss. Just then, we kissed and kissed and kissed in her bed. I could not forget that night in her bed when she whispered sweet thoughts in the air. She talked in soothing tone while my body feeling the warmth of her breath. It’s a night in her bed!”

“The rotten scent of ylang ylang filled up the tepid room and its odor rapidly numbed my senses. It was on this bed I’m sitting right now that I let go of someone. I could still feel her little head placed on top of my lap while I lightly tapped her delicate body that was already beaten black and blue. Her tiny gentle hands reminded me of the night her father stroked my back tenderly with his smooth-toned fingers. I could still see my arms wrapping around her while she still bathes in blood. Her face was light but as I placed her towards my breast, her silent shouts of pain echoed. I could not forget that night in this bed when he threw the forceps at me. I could not and would never forget that sinful night in this bed where he forced our 5-month-old baby to see me and her stupid father. “

“The lawn is green; there are four trees; there is a white picket fence about three feet high and a flagstone walk leading up to the white door.”

“Lucia could still hear her daughter’s cries even though she already reached the end of the wide green lawn. Four acacia trees stood high blocking her way out. A once white picket fence now covered with dirt, remained tough in delaying anyone who comes in and out of the lawn. While a long sleeping flagstone walk leading to the main road was awakened by the heavy running steps of Lucia.

It was a night after my 18^th birthday; the wind was cold as she drove her car fast with an open window. I saw her pushed a button on her left side and the window closed automatically. When we arrived at her house it was dark and nobody was there. She held my hand as we entered her room. The moment I stepped on her white carpet, I removed my cap and my rubber shoes.

            She then grabbed me by the waist and we both fell on her bed. I was on top of her and her breasts tightly pressed upon my chest.

            “What do you expect? We’ll just sleep all night?” she said.

The most usual thing you’ll see when you enter any else’s house is the living room. Oftentimes, when you look on both sides, you’ll see where the dining room and bedrooms were situated, its either at your left or at your right. But, have you been into a house where, the moment you’ll open the main door, you’ll be entering directly the comfort room?

Supposedly, our comfort room should follow the shape of a pentagon. “Bogo nga Engineer!”, as what my grandmother tells us every time we’ll ask about our comfort room. She’s always blaming the engineer of the house, when the truth is, they never hired an engineer, only a construction worker. Well, whose to blame? Who needs to know the truth? Rome wasn’t built in a day, so as our comfort room wasn’t built in a week. However, when you enter our house and continue to walk straight, you’ll pass through our living room and finally find yourself standing in front of our comfort room.

You’ll have different reactions regarding our comfort room’s location, depending on what kind of person you are. If you are the ‘conservative type’, you’ll always see to it that every time you take a bath, the main door of the house should be closed too. You might think its too immoral for you to be seen by your neighbors wet-half-naked. Another, if you are one of the ‘sexually mad individuals’ you’ll find our comfort room the ‘most comfortable room’ ever built to feed up your crave for sexual madness – you’ll just act as if you were a passerby, then peep through our main door and there you go, our comfort room easily viewed.

One thing you might want to know about our comfort room, is its size in width. Our comfort room is actually wide that you could bring somebody inside with you and perform the swing. This room was basically built as a typical bathroom-and-comfort-room placed as one.

I wonder who created the name “comfort room”. If ever you’ll meet him, tell me. I just want to thank him for creating such term – its more than just giving comfort. It’s another way of hearing this line from a toilet bowl: “late at night, I’m lonely, come sit and serve me!”