“No, thank you. I’d rather not see it. Anyways, where are we again? And please, don’t say you don’t know.”
“I actually do not know,” he stated. Muntik na akong mapairap. Bakit ba kailangan nila akong pahirapan pa sa tuwing nagtatanong ako? It’s not like I’m asking if they’re a wanted criminal or not. I’m just asking about the place.
“Seriously, where the hell am I?” I asked again, in hopes of a changed answer. Still, he said he doesn’t know. As if I’d believe him.
“Kung ganyan ang tingin mo, then yes, that’s my current situation. Wanna eat something?” he transitioned, maybe thinking I’d let go of the conversation for some porridge.
“Matabang,” I replied when he asked how it tastes. Hindi ko alam at wala akong pake kung namamalik-mata lang ba ako na umirap siya o hindi. “Isa pa,” sa
