Weird and Pantyless Nana Delia

In our little barrio, we call our aunts, "Nana"
And even if we don't really know how we are related, we are compelled to call them, "Nana"; otherwise, we'd incur the wrath of the parents.
And we have a particular Nana we call, "Nana Delia".

Nana Delia is a peculiar character.
If you've seen movies with weird old ladies in them or read books with an equally cuckoo old lady in them -- well, that's Nana Delia in my life.
She pops up whenever she wants.
She leaves her house and her husband without telling him where she's going; and off she'll go to the city and visit every person she knows, transferring from one house to another.
And sometimes, she stays in the city for months that her husband has gotten used to it.
She doesn't stay in a particular house for too long lest she becomes a nuisance though.

Now, she goes around the city dressed in this pathetic old clothes - scruffy blouses that she probably wore when she was 16 and scruffy old skirts that was her grandmother's probably.
And mind you, she goes around ala Britney Spears -- yup. No panties.
And she carries these plastic grocery bags where she puts her clothes and stuff. This drives my mother crazy. I think she gets kicks out of getting bags for her clothes wherever she goes. My mom has probably given her three bags but she always comes back carrying plastic bags.
And she has this rolled long cloth wrap around her waists where she puts thousands and thousands of money.

She used to go to this free massage establishment several times a week until she abruptly stopped.
Why?
The management asked her to take a bath because the other customers were complaining of the horrible stench.
Yes, she doesn't take a bath. Or at least, she takes a bath once a week.
Tonight, she dropped by at 10 o'clock in the evening. Like, it's the usual visiting hours. Mind you. And yeah, we didn't have to worry about feeding her she brought her own food because she doesn't like the fats were stuffing our faces with.
Later, I heard her knocking on our bedroom door.
She was standing there clutching her plastic bags calmly telling me to close the door after her because she was leaving.
I stared at her.
Huh?
It was two o'clock in the morning.
All I could say was, "Uh? Nana, masain po kamo?"*

*where are you going?