"Wala lang to, daddy." I rubbed my arm, na para bang magically mawawala ang pamumula nito, pati na din ang marka ng kuko.
"Where did you get that bruise?" He won't drop it. He even put his other hand around my waist na para bang ayaw akong patakasin.
"I just bruised easily, daddy Raphael." Pagpapalusot ko.
"Hindi tayo aalis dito hangga't hindi ka nagsasabi ng totoo. Did my son do this to you?" Kinabahan ako nang matumbok niya ang katotohanan.
"We just got into an argument. He didn't take it well that I'm participating in this open marriage he desperately wanted." Pag-amin ko, because there's no use in denying it, since daddy Raphael is too smart to believe my poor reasoning.
"He's mad when he's the one who suggested it?" Mababakasan ng sarkastikong tono si daddy Raphael ng sabihin yun
