ALARIC watched his wife in the pavilion from the window of his study room. Tahimik lamang na nakaupo sa may rattan chair ang asawa niya habang kalmado itong nagme-merienda. Kaharap nito si Denise at mukhang may seryosong pinag-uusapan ang dalawa.
“Boss, nandito na po ang pinapakuha niyong pastries.” Wika ni Julian at inilagay ang pinggan na kinalalagyan ng pastries sa lamesa ng boss niya.
He looked at Julian over his shoulder. “My wife looks like waiting for someone,” he said.
“Yes, Boss. Ayon kay Ronan, may hinihintay nga silang darating.”
Bahagyang kumunot ang nuo ni Alaric. “Sino?” tanong niya.
Bago pa man makasagot si Julian, may batang pumasok sa loob ng study room ni Alaric.
“Kid, hindi ka dapat—”
“It’s okay,” Alaric said, stopping Julian from talking.
Umikot paharap si
