Twenty Seventh Teardrop
IT HAS BEEN eight years since I last saw Beatrix Isabella Sandoval. I was currently reading the vitals of my patients checked by the nurses when I heard two female voices behind the door of my office place. Hindi yata naisara nang maayos ng huling nagpa-check up ang pintuan pagkalabas. Idagdag pa na tahimik dito sa loob kaya dinig na dinig ko ang usapan ng die-hard fans na ito. Even the noise of the aircon didn't cover their voices. Bakit ba sila sa tapat ng opisina ko nag-uusap? "Girl, magco-concert sa Pinas ‛yung bandang Blood!" "Oo nga ‛e! Punta tayo? Day off naman natin sa araw na ‛yon!" Not used to the noise, I just continued reading though, they got my attention. If I'm not mistaken, she's part of that known band in the world. I shouldn't be wrong. I've read
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