Ninya Buenavidez
NAPASULYAP AKO sa wall clock, kanina pa nagbabantay sa oras ng pagbaba ni Donya Celestial. Nasa kitchen kaming dalawa ni Rico para maghanda ng breakfast, we are trying to timing where his Lola goes downstairs at maabutan niya kaming malambing. Cringey! But that’s how supposed the plan should turned out.
Pero iba yata ang kinalabasan dahil nagtatalo kami ngayon.
“Napaka-basic lang ng pinapagawa ko, cook a damn pancake, Ninya!”
“Ginawa ko naman. I cooked it, hindi ko kasalanan na nasunog siya. Wala ka naman kasing sinabi na dapat low heat lang,” I defended.
“I thought you’re watching it? Panay ka kasi tingin sa orasan.” He is doing his own work, tinitimplahan ang manok na lulutuin para mamayang lunch namin. “Pancake na lang—”
“Ano? Ano?” I probed in annoyance. “Pa
