SINUNDAN ko siya papalabas sa lugar kung saan namin ipinarada ang sasakyan. She was already leaning at the passenger door and I stopped walking a few meters from her.
“Monique, uwi na lang tayo. Saka na lang tayo mag-perya. Biglang sumama ang pakiramdam ko.”
She straightened up and walked towards me. Kitang-kita ko ang pag-aalala sa mga mata niya.
“Ha? Saan masakit? Dahil ba sa kinain natin? Nahihilo ka ba? Nilalagnat?” sinalat niya ang leeg at noo ko. Nakatitig sa mukha ko habang ako ay hindi sumasagot. “Nanlalamig ka. Pierre, ano? Anong nararamdaman mo?” her voice was filled with worry. I knew it would work.
I just stood there and looked at her while she asked me more questions. But I couldn’t comprehend anything else. I was stuck with the way she said my name.
