Horse
“Hindi ba tayo dito sa bayan mamamasyal?” nagtataka kong tanong kay Ishmael habang papasok sa kanyang sasakyan.
“Of course not,” he said while helping me again with the seatbelt. “It’s crowded here. Not a suitable place to hangout. We won’t be able to enjoy ourselves.”
“Saan tayo pupunta kung gano’n?”
Being vague with his answer, he casually placed his hand on the backrest’s shoulder and smiled at me. “I won’t tell you,” he replied. “But just trust me.”
Bahagya akong napanguso. Agad ding sinarado ni Ishmael ang pintuan bago umikot papunta sa kanyang puwesto. Nang makaayos na kami sa loob ay agad niyang tinapakan ang gas at pinaandar ang sasakyan paalis sa bayan.
It seemed like he already had everything planned and he was pretty confident that we would have a good time. Because
