The Fear of Prince Naveen

It was just another rainy night. I was sitting in front of my computer, sipping hot coffee, watching my favorite series while writing articles for my online job. And then I stood up to go to the kitchen. I wanted to eat peanuts and chocolates. Now, I don't easily give in to temptations like that but there's something a bit more different about tonight.

It's one of those monthly things us girls usually experience. So I was there, I took a pack of peanuts and a chocolate bar, brought my sinful treats to my work station and continued with what I was doing.

My daughter is sleeping like a log right beside my husband. No matter how deep their sleep is, they easily wake up to the slightest sound they suddenly hear. So I make sure I trot lightly like a a feather, making sure I don't disturb their sleep. Especially the little one, I won't be able to finish any articles tonight if she wakes up. My boss would not be very happy if that happens.

After finishing up my coffee and chocolates, I brought my mug back to the kitchen. I know my wy around so I did not need to turn on any lights. I placed the mug in the sink, went to the bathroom to take my toothbrush, and went back out to the sink to wash the mug while I brush my teeth. Yeah, I multitask like that.

I turned on the light and there it was. At the corner. It did not twitch or make any move even when it heard my slightly muffled gasp. It was facing away from me. All the more reason for me to see its whole structure. I wanted to shout but that would wake the whole house up. Mustering all the courage I could gather, I walked slowly towards it. I slightly pushed the door open in the hopes that it finds its way outside on its own. But still, it did not make a move.

Since I could no longer take another step closer to the sink, I went back inside our room. I tried to continue with my task as if I have not seen it. But no matter how I tried, I still keep on looking over my shoulder. What if it followed me? What ifnit goes near my kid? What if it's not alone?

I was getting hystericl on the inside. I was sure of one thing, I did not want my kid to see me like this. If she sees I'm afraid, then she might feel afraid of it too. I cannot allow that. So I had to face it once and for all. With my newly formed bravery, I went back to the sink. Only to find it was no longer where it was before.

Panic struck me. I tried looking around to see where it went. Where could it possibly go? When finally I got close enpugh to the sink, there it was, to the corner near the door. As if it was trying to jump outside but I think, like me, it was afraid.

Every now and then I gave it a glance. Somehow, seeing it still on that corner of the sink gave me relief that it's not going anywhere near my daughter. Until my husband's alarm went off.

My knight in shining armor! He knew no matter how tough I pretend to be, that little slimy critter doesn't need to do anything to make me cry. In fear. I thought I havr gotten over that fear but it seems like I haven't.

I'm glad that three hours of torture is already over. I guess I will have to find a way to get over this inexplicable fear I have of frogs. Otherwise, it might be the only thing that would hinder me from fulfilling my dream of living in the province.