We even get text messages on the edge of a jungle!
The music is still blasting from our relative's home down the road (see yesterday's blog), and I can get through on my wife's cell phone to call our Chief of Police. I'm at the entrance of my brother-and sister-in-law's nipa hut that sits in our front yard, and attempt to reach the Chief one more time. The call goes through this time, but the person on the other end cannot understand or hear me. I hand the phone to my brother-in-law, Joery, and after him repeating "Hello" several times, we realize we or cut off or hung up on. I'm getting angrier, so my wife's sister takes the phone and calls Dennis, a local policeman and relative (also related to the noisy relative.)
Dennis informs my sister-in-law, Alida, that my offensive relative is having a birthday celebration and can play the music until 10 pm. However, Dennis promises to have a police care dispatched promptly at 10 pm if the music is still going on.
It's a little after nine now so I go back inside our house, pass my wife who is on the couch in our living room and wait inside our bedroom with the air con. I endure the thump, thump, thump of the bass notes being blasted from our idiotic relative's speakers. Thankfully 10 pm arrives and suddenly the music shuts down! My wife's cell phone which my sister-in-law had used to call Dennis soon has that annoying tone to indicate a new text message.
The text from an unidentified number states: "Musta tits." What? I figure the message must be from Dennis, but I do not know for sure since it is not identified, and wonder who in the world is sending a message about "tits!" I text back "Who is this?" "Dennis" is the reply. I text him back: "The music has stopped. Salamat po" (thank you, sir.) He replies that the mobile car (as he phrased it) went out to the relative's site, and the officers had the music turned off. I thanked him again, and we exchanged "gud nyt" texts.