“What?!” Almost all present here were surprised with what I mentioned except for Jazon. His father sat on the sofa with his wife beside him. My mom looked like she was tired. She gently rubbed her nape and my dad kept silent, his face looked emotionless.
“Bea…” my father called. “Can I talk to you, dear?”
“No, Dad,” I replied abruptly. “It’s better for us to talk here so everybody can hear. I also don’t have anything to tell you. Whatever I said earlier, that was all there is to tell.”
“Hija…” My father walked towards me with his arms opened but then stopped a few steps away from me. “Hear me out first.”
My forehead creased. I don’t know why my father’s voice sounded like he was pleading to me. It felt as if what he was going to tell me was something more important than what I just tol
