Arliyah Villareal Ciejo
VIEN SIPPED on her juice as she watched Rigo and I argue in front of her. Tahimik siyang nanunuod at kanina pa palipat lipat ang tingin sa aming dalawa. Ngayong hinihingi ang opinyon niya ng pinsan ay mas lalo itong nalilito sa magiging tugon.
“I don’t know,” Vien defensively said and shrugged her shoulders. “It maybe helps? Or maybe not.” Gulong gulo niya akong tinignan.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the chair. May inis kong tinignan ang lamesa.
“My point here is, you don’t need to have a pretend boyfriend just to prove to him that you moved on already, Liyah. At mas lalong hindi mo pweding ideklara na gusto mong bumuo ng pamilya kaya mo minamadali ang divorce dahil sa katunayan ay wala ka pang nobyo.” Rigo sat in front of me and sighed heavily. “Paan
