Please Observe Silence Novels & Stories

His voice, a low, unsteady hum, barely heard above the static, showed a clear fear. "I understand, mister... I understand perfectly," he whispered, the words strained and tight. A long, silent pause followed, marked only by the faintest sounds of his own ragged breathing before the message ended.

I unwittingly make an insulting glare at her. “Oh my God! Hindi ko alam na gan'yan pala kakitid ang utak mo.” “I dunno. Maybe." Tumahimik sya at humalukipkip. “See? Silence means yes!” medyo tumaas ang boses ko na pinagsisihan ko when she suddenly shrieked in her high-pitched tone. “Arrgh!!! Silence means I don’t give a fuck. Kung ‘yan ang iniisip mo, isipin mo na lang nang isipin.”

I find him really hot in his seductive way. Nagbaba ako ng tingin sa kaniya. Tiningnan ko siya ng seryoso at bahagyang tinaasan ng kilay. I didn't speak I'm ready to listen on him. Silence means continue. He didn't avoid his gaze on me. His finger continue caressing. Patuloy na sumasagi ang dulo ng daliri niya sa s**o ko.

“Kung ako ang nasa pwesto mo? Uunahin ko munang obserbahan sila — alamin kung sino ang pumapasok, anong oras sila dumarating, gaano kadalas. Pag nakuha ko na ang routine nila, hahanapin ko ang pinaka-tahimik na daan papasok, siguro sa may vent o maintenance tunnel. Pero kung hindi na pwede ang palihim, gagawa ako ng distraction — something loud to pull their attention—then hit the basement fast while they’re scattered. Either way, I’d make sure I have a clean exit before even stepping in." “Damn, you’re good!” Komento n’ya. “It’s the same recycled tactic everyone uses, but it’s all about execution. The kind of plan where silence does the work, and action does the talking.”

“I am so bored to death. Shopping naman tayo later?” “I can’t. Bantay sarado ako ng ama-amahan ko,” dahilan ko habang nagta-type. “Wow! Since when did you obey him?” nang-aasar na tanong niya. Dumaan sa harap namin ang librarian at masama kaming tiningnan bago itinuro ang “Observe Silence” sign. Bahagya akong yumuko. “Lower your voice,” gigil na saway ko kay Rina. Rina rolled her eyes but grinned anyway. “Ugh, fine. Pero promise, after this, you’re coming with me kahit saan ko gusto.”

sagot nito. Pinikit ko ang mata ko at alam kong bumalik na sa lahat ulit. - Never mistake my silence for Weakness. No One plan a Murder out Loud.

dagdag pa. Still no reaction. Pero ramdam ko sa hangin… nag-iinit na siya. Hindi dahil sa galit. Kundi dahil sa control slipping. I looked around the room. May mga mata na hindi nakatingin sa kanya nang diretso. May mga taong umiwas. May mga taong masyadong tahimik. And in this world… silence is confession. Lumapit ako sa table. Tumingin sa reports.

“Paano kung hindi ko kaya? Paano kung makita nilang natatakot ako?” Umiling siya. “That’s why you must put these rules in your mind....” “Rule 1: Keep your head up and your eyes sharp. Kapag may tumingin sa'yo, salubungin mo. Huwag kang iiwas ng tingin.” “Rule 2: Silence is your best weapon. Hindi mo kailangang magpaliwanag sa kahit kanino. Kung may magtanong sa'yo na hindi mo gustong sagutin, titigan mo lang sila. Let them drown in their own words.”

Yung tipong kailangan mong matutong mabuhay sa tabi ng taong hindi mo maintindihan, pero gusto mo parin subukang intindihin. I’m learning to live with someone whose silence said more than words ever could. And right now, his silence was loud. Too loud.

Mukha ba akong hindi marunong pumihit ng busol? Nagkibit-balikat pa ako bago pumasok. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan pa akong ipatawag ni Sir at ano kaya ang pag-uusapan namin? Bagsak na naman ba ako sa kaniya? Putragis naman, oh! Observe Silence.