Janelle's Narrative
The way Noah felt so much at home annoyed me.
"Janelle, nasaan na ang mga gamit ko sa guest room?"
Kung makapaghanap pa ng mga gamit niya, kala mo siya ang may-ari ng bahay. Hell, walang ibang may karapatang magtanong sa pamamahay ko kundi ako lang!
"Anong ginagawa mo sa bahay ko, Noah? Paano ka nakapasok dito?" I responded a question, ignoring his query.
"Okay..." Noah turned his head to face me and sighed. He fumbled in his pocket and seconds later, he smiled upon pulling something from it. "You gave this to me five years ago. Mabuti na lang at hindi ka pa rin nagpapalit ng mga lock sa bahay mo."
I frowned, seeing that set of keys with a keychain of my laminated picture.
Hanggang ngayon pala, nasa kanya pa rin 'yan.
He waved it like a chime, causing me to reca
