"Anong problema? Ayos ka lang ba? Masama ang pakiramdam mo?"
Hindi ko alam kung saan niya nakuha ang lakas ng loob na sundan ako at kausapin pa. Or maybe, it's because he doesn't know that I saw them. He won't then, he doesn't have to. I hate that he's dense, he's so stupid. But, what's the fuse? He doesn't need to explain anything anyway.
Bumuntong-hininga ako para pakalmahin ang sarili, malamig ko siyang tinignan at dahil sa iilang light bulb na nakasabit sa mga sanga malinaw kong nakikita ang mukha niya.
He's clueless, he's so transparent. Like an innocent kid, and I'd like to believe that he is. But the memory earlier painted it dark. His not-so-good image in my head became worse.
"Bumalik ka na ro'n, hayaan mo na ako."
"Pero mag-isa ka—"
"That's the point, I want to rest so I w
