Angel’s Point of View
“Sama ka na, kuya. Para naman makapag-bonding tayo. Please?!” Diane is making her puppy eyes who looks more like a cross eyed pug to me.
“Hindi mo ako madadala sa pa-cute mo. Diane.” She met me at my house at McKinley Hill. She changed her clothes because, well… Metro Manila is too hot. She is wearing a duster. Yes, a duster. Only my maids wear that. And she is on her late 50s.
She talked to my maid in bisaya and my maid went to the kitchen.
“Please. Kuya. Sige na para makapamili ka pa ng mga gamit mo.”
“Ano bang masama sa mga gamit ko?” I replied.
“Bakit kasi ang hilig mo sa green?” balik na tanong ni Diane.
Well, alam ko na kung saan papunta ang usapan na ito.
“Okay. Kung makukuha mo pa akong ticket sa Coldplay. Fine, sasama ako.” Kung may makukuha ka pan
