THE DENGUE SUPREMACY

It took one bite from an infected Medieval mosquito to ignite the fire at Notre-Dame and contaminate the house in Bakal 2 with a fever that devoured platelets. 

Hence, the three nights at the hospital while the world waited for another Pele and the Birth of a Legend in Qatar. 

Thus, the house in Bakal 2 was fumigated with the essence of leftover paksiw na panga ng tuna until it smelled like the lumpiang shanghai of a diabetic's birthday dinner although it tasted more like the nachos from Pantok where pritong tilapia was offered for a buenvenida because the french fries was overshadowed by the alluring presence of she-who-must-not-be-named.  

On Thursday, a steady feed of IV dextrose, boiled quail eggs, tawa-tawa juice and Pocari Sweat finally vanquished the dengue supremacy.

Balong was discharged but the Phantom Biker is not Lady Chatterley's Lover because she's not milady but an MILF from Bakal 2 who smelled like a shower of tokwa't baboy and kalderetang baka...