"What do you want to eat?"
I was sitting here in the kitchen counter, wearing his oversized shirt, watching him looking inside his fridge, trying to find something to cook.
Hindi na siya gaya noon na walang stock ang ref, ngayon ay punong puno na ito kaya naman nakakapanibago.
"Anything is okay," tipid kong sagot.
Lumapit siya sa akin at pinisil ang pisngi ko na ikinagulat ko.
"Say what you want, baby. I'll cook it, come on."
Tinignan ko siya na para bang isa siyang alien o ano, hindi ko alam kung anong mararamdaman ko sa ganitong trato niya sa akin.
Nakakapanibago.
"Can you cook bicol express then? I'm craving for that," sambit ko, kahit hindi naman totoo.
"Bicol express? Wait, let me search the ingredients."
I smiled and almost laugh when he said that. Kinuha niya an
