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“Ako ba, pinaglololoko mo, Declan?”
Layla sighed for the umpteenth time when she and Declan went out of the hospital room. Naiwan sa loob sina Darius, Dwayne, at si Dylan dahil kanina pa siya hindi makapagtimpi sa ginagawa ni Declan.
He let out a soft chuckle. “I’m not doing anything, Layla,” he playfully said.
She rolled her eyes and removed her hand on Declan’s wrist. “Anong wala kang ginagawa? Binilog mo ang utak ng anak ko!”
“Correction, it’s natin. Anak natin,” saad nito at sumandal sa pader. “And I’m not doing anything, desisyon niya ‘yon.”
“Baliw ka ba? My son is only four years old. Anong sarili niyang desisyon ‘yang pinagsasasabi mo e hindi pa nga ‘yon marunong bumasa at sumulat?” pamimilosopo niya rito.
Declan laughed as he shoved his hands deep inside his pockets.
