TWENTY
“Anak, you’re overworking yourself,” his mother told him over the phone that night. “I haven’t seen you or heard from you in three weeks!”
“Ma, in case you’ve forgotten: My record is ten weeks.”
“‘Wag kang pilosopo, kukurutin kita.”
Laughing, Datu reached for his mug and took one last gulp of his black coffee. A glance at the computer clock made him realize he’d been editing this project for five hours now. s**t. He should really get up and shower if he wanted to take Kalila out for dinner tonight.
He looked over his shoulder and saw Kalila seated at the dining table, working on something on her laptop. As if sensing his eyes on her, she looked up and met his gaze, scrunching her nose at him when she smiled. He did the same, mouthing “I love you” before getting back to his moth
