I woke up in my room the next day. I didn't have enough time to ask who brought me to my bed because I thought I'll be late for that day but then my brother prepared breakfast so I couldn't leave.
I greeted him before sitting.
"Aren't you late kuya?" He don't usually prepare breakfast during weekdays because he goes to work early.
“I filed a leave,”
My forehead creased, “Why? Are you sick?”
He laughed before putting food on my plate, “No, but I need to help you finish your paperworks so you can pass it on the deadline. I thought it would be fast if we work together tonight."
“Kuya, you don't have to do that.” I'm not sure if my heart twitched because I feel like a baggage or because I'm fluttered.
"I have to, I don't want you to suffer alone okay."
“But how about Ate Kariz? Aren't
