"Does it hurt?"
Thylandier reached the side of my lips as he stared at it with his sleepy brown eyes. He gently touched the wound that I got from his father, but it still made me flinched.
"Of course it hurts. Kung ikaw kaya ang sampalin ko?" walang emosyon kong saad sa kaniya.
Nandito kami ngayon sa kaniyang kuwarto, nakaupo sa kaniyang kama habang nilalagyan niya ng ointment ang sugat sa gilid ng labi ko dulot nang pagkakasampal sa akin ng ama niya.
Hindi ko alam kung bakit niya ginagawa ito. Why is he treating my wound? Dahil ba bored siya? Iyon lang naman ang rason niya tuwing tinatrato niya ako ng mabuti.
"You shouldn't have talk back like that to him. You don't know what person he is," he said icly.
"Anong klaseng tao siya, kung gano'n?"
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