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MY MOUTH fell dramatically when Isaiah just barged in the room without further notice. His two-piece suit was ruined, his face was red and his hair was so messy like it wasn't comb for a long time.
Malalalim ang mga mata nito na para bang walang tulog sa mga nagdaang araw. His stubbles was obviously on the view. Anong ginagawa ng taong 'to sa buhay niya?
I felt Mom's presence behind me. She touched my shoulder and softly caresses it.
"I'm glad you are finally here, Mr. Fuentes." Matigas na saad ni Dad habang tumatayo at ina-ayos ang nagusot na damit.
Isaiah bowed his head slightly. "I'm glad to see you here, Sir Frank." Sandaling nagtama ang aming mga mata nang bigla itong nagtaas ng ulo.
"Anak, I'm so sorry." Mom muttered and hugged me tight. She's crying again.
Hindi na natulo
