Sa Pula, Sa Puti

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Francisco "Soc" Rodrigo

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Kulas, an out-and-out sabungero, or cockfighting addict

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Celing, wife of Kulas Twitter
Sioning, friend of Celing
Castor, a middleman in the cockpit

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Teban, an old manservant of Kulas and Celing

Kulas: Ahem! Er. . . nice morning, isn't it, Celing? How are you?
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Celing (dryly): Oh, fine. I feel very fine. Thanks for thinking of me.
Kulas: Oh, come, Celing, that's not a nice way to say it.
Celing: Well, you certainly take a lot of interest in me these days. Usually our first
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for your fighting cocks and your last one is for your wife.
Kulas: Come, come, Celing. You have first place in my heart. I know to
appreciate a wife like you.
Celing: Really? But when I see you fondle your cocks, I feel envious, I am jealous.
Kulas: But Celing, you know that I only cherish my fighting cocks for our own
good.
Celing: What good are you talking about? If it's stewed chicken you're after. I can
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We don't have to get a
roster killed in the cockpit and lose money in the process. I can do the
killing myself right here for nothing.
Kulas: Come now, Celing, I don't expect to lose all the time. Look at this cock
for example… why it is a sure winner — its scales are perfect.
Celing: That's the same thing you said about that unbeatable cock you bet ten

pesos on last week. Did you like the way I cooked it?
Kulas: Oh, but that was an accident. Everybody was betting two to one and that
cock would win. And anyway, I'm getting more experience all the time.I
know how to choose cocks now. I assure you, Celing, if only you'll
lend ten pesos now, I'll get that money back. Come here, Celing, I'll tell
you a secret. Last night I dreamt that I was being chased by a white
carabao— a white one.
Celing: What if it was white?
Kulas: Why, that means silver, and it was chasing me — that means money is
coming to me. I can't lose this time, Celing. I assure you I can't lose.
Celing: Ha. Quite interesting.
Kulas: Look here, Celing, don't tell that dream to anybody. You know that if you
tell anybody else about your dreams they never come true.
Celing: But you told me.
Kulas: Oh, well, you are my wife. (Angrily) Who care for dreams anyway? I want
some money, Celing. Do you hear me? I want some money. This cock is a
sure winner. It can't lose.
Celing: But we have no more money now. There's no more silver.
Kulas: Oh yes, we have. It's just put away. Give me five pesos and we'll surely—
double it. My dreams cannot fail.
Celing: But, Kulas, last month you dreamt about a snake that coiled itself into a
figure eight. The cockfight was on the eight of February, and you said you
were surely going to win, but instead, you lost eight whole pesos!
Kulas: Well, I made a mistake in selecting the match I should bet in. I should have
bet in the eighth match.
Celing: And did you make a mistake, too, when you dreamt about the red cat? You
bet on the red rooster and lost ten pesos. And now you talk about your
white carabaos.
Kulas: Oh, well . . . but this time I'm not banking on dreams alone. I've studied the
scales and the ears of this cock. It's a sure winner, Celing. I tell you, we are
going to win this time.
Celing: Kulas, do you remember how sure you were two Sundays ago about that
other cock? And what happened?

(Shouts are heard from the cockpit. Kulas becomes uneasy.)

Kulas: Come on Celing, just this once. If this cock loses, I will never, never go to
the cockpit again.
Celing: Really?
Kulas: Really and truly. Come on, hurry up! They have already started the fights.
Come on, I have a bet in the next match. I will be disgraced if I don't show
up.
(Celing shakes her head, realizing the futility of further discussion. She takes five
pesos from her pocket.)
Celing: Well, here, take this. After all, it's your money. I am only being careful.
Don't blame me if we land in the poorhouse some day.
Kulas (taking the money): Don't worry, Celing. In a few minutes the money will be
doubled. You bet your life. See you later. (On his way out Kulas almost
bumps Sioning, who enters, an empty basket on her arm.)
Sioning: Hello, Kulas.
Kulas (in a hurry): Hello . . . er . . . eh, excuse me, Sioning. I'm in a hurry. Er,er…
There's Celing. Celing! Here's Sioning, Well so long (Exits).
Sioning: What's the matter with your husband, Celing? He acts as if his feet are on
fire.
Celing: Worse than that, Sioning, our money is on fire — he is going to the cockpit
again.
Sioning: Celing, again! Is he really —
Celing: Just a moment, Sioning. (Shouts toward the kitchen) Teban! Teban!
Teban!
Teban (obedient but slow-witted, entering): Yes, ma'am? What is it, ma’am?
Celing (taking five pesos from her pocket and giving it to Teban): Here, Teban. Five
pesos. You know what to do.
Tebw (Unsure). Uh . . . eh ... ?

Celing (exasperated at his stupidity; explaining as if to a child): Your master is

back in the cockpit. Quick, make a bet with this. Hurry! You maybe too

late!

Teban (as light dawns and Celing pushes him out): Yes, ma'am. Yes,

Sioning: Betting five pesos! What's this, Celing? Are you becoming a lighter?

Celing (surprised): My dear Sioning. I'm not a cockfighter, but when-

Kulas goes to the cockpit, I bet also.
Sioning: Ah . . . you are not a cockfighter, but you just bet in the cockpit.
Are you trying to kid me, Celing?
Celing: No, I'll explain it to you. But promise you won't tell anyone.
Sioning: I promise. Don't worry.
Celing: You see, Sioning, I bet in the cockfights in order not to lose.
Sioning: Oh . . . You bet in the cockfights in order not to lose. Celing, you
are making fun of me.

Celing. Of course not, Sioning. You know, we are losing a lot of money on

account of Kulas' gambling. I'm sure some day we'll be eating just rice

and salt. I tried my best to keep him away from the cockpit

but we just quarrel about it. And in order to avoid quarrel and to prevent our
money from melting away entirely, I thought of a plan. For the last month I have
always sent Teban to the cockpit to bet on the side opposite Kulas.
Sioning (a little slow, too): Why?

Celing: Well, if Kulas' cock loses, I win and if I lose Kulas wins. So, whatever

happens, we don't lose any money.

Sioning: Oh, I see. Why, yes, of course! Celing, you are clever. (Shouts at the

cockpit)

Celing. There they go. The match is on. Dear me, the shouts make my
head ache.
Sioning: Well, it is your fault . . . no one told you to choose a near the
cockpit.
Celing: Don't think I chose it. Kulas did the choosing. I wanted a house near
the church but Kulas wanted one near the cockpit.
(Louder shouts from the cockpit.)
Sioning. Have you done your marketing yet? How about coming along with me?
Let's go.
(The shouts grow louder, and suddenly stop.)
Celing: Yes, Sioning — but wait a while - the match is over. Let's wait for Teban.
After all, the market is near (looks out the window),Oh, here’s Teban.
He's actually running.
(Teban enters out of breath, with two five peso bills, and smiling broadly). We won, we
won, ma'am, we won! (Gives Celing the money, which she pockets
immediately.)
Celing. Very good, Teban. Now hurry back to the kitchen. Mang Kulas might catch
on. (Exit Teban)
Sioning. Well, let's go, Celing. (Celing gets her tapis from a chair, puts its on, and picks
up her basket. Kulas enters, crestfallen.)
Celing. What now, Kulas? Didn't the white carabao catch up with you?
Kulas (sore): Don't joke about that now. My, but what rotten luck -Celing,
imagine, my cock was winning right up to the last minute. Yes, up to the
last seconds. It was a freak fight that only happens once in a hundred

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