Donna Bella Madrigal
RIVE DROVE US home after that night, even though his mother wants us to stay ay hindi na rin ako pumayag at mas komportabli na lamang na umuwi. I watched Rive at our son’s bed, sitting down beside it while he gently brushed Severio’s head.
Nakahilig lang ako sa may pintuan habang pinagmamasdan sila.
“Thank you, it was fun,” Severio mumbled. He smiled a bit before he yawned and closed his eyes.
Hindi nagtagal ay umangat sa akin ang tingin ni Rive.
“Why are you there? Come here,” marahan niyang sambit. I was about to shake my head, but he extended his palm to me. Hindi ko iyun tinanggap, lumapit lang ako pero nanatili sa kanyang tabi at nakatayo.
Severio seems already asleep.
“Do you really have to go there tomorrow?” he asked when he lifted his head at me. “Gusto
