"Iha, anak, sino itong Ricky Montalban?" tanong ng aking ina pagpasok ko ng dining room.
I let out a sigh. "It's nothing. He's just a friend. I can't understand why people are making such a big deal out of it and discussing it."
"Then tell them. You just can't let them spread fake news about you," anito habang bakas sa mukha nito ang pag aalala.
Tahimik naman ang aking ama habang kumakain pero ramdam ko sa awra nito na nababahala ito sa mga kumakalat na maling balita.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll handle it. I need to leave now." Humalik ako sa pisngi nito pati na rin sa aking ama na nanatiling walang imik sa mga oras na iyon.
"By the way, Mom, I won't be able to join you for dinner. I have a lot of work, so I'll spend the night at the condo."
Hindi ko na hinintay pa ang sagot nila dahil a
