GWENDOLYN P.O.V
NAKAALIS NA SI KUYA FRANCIS. Kami na lang ni Howell ang naiwan sa cabin.
Hindi maiwasan makaramdam ng subrang kalungkutan at kahungkagan.
My legs weaken and my eyes becomes teary as I walk back to the cabin.
"Are you okey?" Howell asked me, and pulled me to his arms when he saw my teary eyes. "Why are you crying? May sinabi ba si Francis?"
Umiiling ako. "No, wala siyang sinabo. Ewan ko ba, basta bigla ko na lang na-miss si Papa," I said, and lean my head on his shoulder.
Howell heaved a sigh and hold my waist. "We could go to the Philippines if you want," he said, and stroke my hair. "We could fly immediately."
Napaangat ako ng tingin sa kanya. "Talaga? Hindi ka nagbibiro?"
"Why would I? I told you Mocha, I can't stand seeing you cry. Gusto ko lagi kang masaya,"
