Last night...
As she was walking at the entrance of our compound, a guy of about thirty, she narrated, grabbed her from the back and pointed an object at her neck, and said, "Huwag kang maingay, hold-up ito.... akin na yang bag mo." (Be quiet, this is a hold-up. Give me your bag.)
She sensed the object pointed at her neck was not so sharp, and this gave her some courage to put up a struggle. While still walking, she answered back, "Sandali.... sandali.... SANDALI!!!" (Wait.... Wait.... WAIT!!!). The last one being the loudest. This, she said, looked like it scared the guy. He let her go and ran away.
My sister was tough and strong. She said that she was just trying to gauge the capability of the guy. She said that if the guy was tougher, she would just let go, but she felt like at that point, she was still on top of the situation.
But, in general, we are actually perplexed. Eight long years! It took eight long years before this happened. We used to tell her that someone, like my dad or me, has to be there to pick her up at night so that she will have company. But she declines to this idea because she fears that we are going to be attacked instead.
So, starting today, we came up with one solution to be extra careful.
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