Mas lalong lumaki ang pagdududa ko noong biglaang pagdating ni Dad sa bar at nandoon pa siya, kunwaring sinalba ako. She plays her game too dirty.
Nakarating na kami sa BarResto Voice. I reserved a VIP room for us, ayoko ng istorbo at maingay. I know this is a bar, but I want to be with him alone and treasure the moment.
“Anong ginagawa ni Missy doon kanina? May kailangan ba siya?” inosenteng tanong niya. Pinaikot ko ang mata at binagsak ang katawan sa couch. I crossed my legs and then arms.
“May tinanong lang siya,” sagot ko.
Hindi na rin naman siya nangulit pa at siya na rin ang pina-order ko.
We are just in the room savoring the moment together, enjoying our tipsy talks when my phone rings. I checked who’s calling.
What the. It’s Missy. Name a stubborn and plastic
