80 kph

by: Glydel Miguel (TRUE NARRATIVE)

August 5 in the previous year, at 9 pm, I with my boyfriend and his cousin was raced by the road patrol along General Luna. it was a chilly night we were casually lodging at my boyfriend’s auntie’s house when his cousin from England craved for grilled intestine or Isaw. So we stopped our stories and jump in a motorcycle and drove to Plaza to buy her isaw, a famous filipino street food. No longer than 3 minutes when we reached the highway, i felt my body being pulled forward because of the sudden break. before i had the chance to ask my boyfriend what was happening, he already sped away with 80 on his motor. I held tight onto his cousin’s arms, i fear that i will fall on the asphalt but i had the nerve to shout in boisterous laughter with them. I turned my head back and saw the patrol motioning us to stop for an inspection. I dared not look again, and came up of alternative routes to outrun their mobile incase they will really chase us. When we reached home, with a bag of isaw, we started laughing like crazies but not one of us talked about it again to our parents. we kept it a secret or else no one would be allowed to leave the house again.