Yesterday, our maid (or shall i say our family?) was victimized by one of the most cunning and elusive criminal element, the “dugo-dugo” gang.
I was on the shuttle way back home when Mom phoned me, i knew even before she started to talk that something happened because i noticed she was crying. She said that our maid was fooled and gave away all her money and jewelries. I was shocked upon hearing that, i knew the whole fam’s not there because they went to Pasig to remit the money that Dad’s co-workers asked to send to their families. Gadh, good thing they already sent it, if not, we might have lost millions of peso.
I told Mom to calm down and prepare as we would go to the police to report the incident. I was very much worried on my way home, i never thought of what was stolen, i was worried about Mom breaking down. She has a hypertension and situations like this might trigger that.
Upon arriving home, i went to my room to leave my things and instructed Mom to prep up. I realized i was the only one who was in panic mode. Seems like nothing happened, Mom was fine, Dad was silent as ever, and my sis is hanging out outside with her friends. The usual scenario when i go home.
Mom, her bestfriend, our maid, and I went to the nearby police station. It’ just along Anabu Coastal, we were advised to go to the municipality police station in Imus since that their focus is on vehicular accident only. So we went to Imus. There was a parade since it’s Immaculate Concepcion. The road going to the station was closed so we parked the car blocks away from the station.
It was to my dismay that Police Officers where just hanging out on a kubo outside the station. They just attend to us when i asked them to whom shall we report an incident. There should be someone on the front desk, RIGHT? And whenever people enter the station, they should be the one to ask what they could do for us, RIGHT?
Minutes later, we were asked to enter a room, there were 4 officers, the one’s facebook-ing, the other playing an online game and the two was watching what they’re doing. Cool, eh? Sorry pare, we needed to interrupt you. Next thing i noticed is that they are on improper uniform, they’re wearing slippers. They are on duty, RIGHT? They should be on their proper uniform.
The one who was facebook-ing interviewed Mom and our maid. That’s the only time that i heard the whole story. I was analyzing the facts and kept on finding loopholes. Our maid said that someone called her up and said that Mom met an accident and that Mom needed money to bail herself out and pay for the hospital expenses. The person who called said that she was the one asked to talk to our maid because Mom’s mouth was injured and couldn’t speak well. Our maid continuously hear, “Nadeth, pinagkakatiwalaan kita, sirain mo na yung cabinet at kunin yung mga pera sa pouch at lahat ng alahas.” She did what was instructed. She was also asked to bring the money in Jollibee, Imus. There, she met up with a very decent young lady. She even described it as sexy, pretty, and has a white complexion. She was told to stay there and wait for Mom. Until an hour passed, she decided to go home. That’s the only time that she texted Mom and asked “Kumusta ka na ate? Uuwi na ako kasi masakit na ang ulo ko. Hindi pa ko nakakapagtanghalian.” Mom was surprised upon seeing the message. She tried to call our landline but no one answers. Our maid arrived home around past 4pm while the fam arrived at 430pm. Our maid has no idea that she was scammed. She was staring at Mom and was surprised to see Mom not even having a single minor bruise. That’s the only time that everything became clear to her, that she was fooled and scammed.
The police officer seems like talking to a friend, throwing jokes on that very critical situation. He didn’t even threw relevant questions. I almost lost my temper when he had our maid and mom told the whole story and just said “wala na po tayong magagawa dyan.” What the eff, RIGHT? I was even the one who said, that it should be put on paper— blotter dude, it’s an SOP or was it?
He kept on telling that the gang already mastered what they were doing and that the PNP and NBI find it very difficult to entrap the gang. So they already given up on that? They would just let people be victimized and do nothing about it. May i ask, what are they for? To protect and serve people? Maybe they should change their tagline.
I asked Mom if we could ask PLDT if it’s still possible to trace the number of the person who called. Upon hearing that, the police officer even said that if we were able to do that, we should contact them and they’ll see what they can do. So, now, you get victimized, and you do your own investigation? And while you do your own investigation, they’ll just play online games, lay down, hang out, and access facebook? They should be the one to do that on the first place, RIGHT? And not us. We should have not gone there if we would just do things ourselves. Boo!
The last thing the officer did was to give us the contact number of a cartographic sketcher. That really pissed me off. I almost forgot that we’re on a MUNICIPALITY POLICE STATION. Why didn’t they have a sketcher there? There should have been one, RIGHT? So what do we do now? We contact the sketcher, and we pay? And what if it was murder? Or a very urgent incident involving lives of people, we would just let time pass just before we could draw the face of the suspect/perpetrator? We would let time pass and give the suspects/perps a chance to plan their next move or even hide?
I have high regards and respect to officials/officers, but this specific incident made me wanna shout out loud, “BULOK ANG PNP.”
I know that there are still good cops, and i have no right to generalize. But in this most frustrating situation, where you feel so helpless and hopeless, you cannot just simply let people whom you think has the authority to solve that case, do nothing. Why are they there on the first place, RIGHT?
We no longer care about what was lost or what was stolen. As Dad says, “pera lang yan at madaling kitain.” We’re still blessed that no one was harmed.
My worry now is our safety. We suspect that the culprit is just around the corner since that they know our moves. We should be extra careful now. We never know what would happen next.
I know that God is a great God. He is good and loving. Our family is still positive that better things will happen.