Looking out the window, I fumbled with our ring. But then again, the nagging feeling at the back of my head was too much, beckoning me to at least look at him. I gave in, my eyes briefly grasping his frustrated physical features.
Mas humigpit ang kaniyang hawak sa steering wheel at halos mamuti ang mga kamao. If his glares were as powerful as it looked, the road had already flipped backwards.
“Sa... school ko ay hindi kita asawa. Sa... opisina mo?” I bit my bottom lip.
“Then I am a married man, Daisy,” he replied in a monotone.
“Hindi ba sila nagtatanong kung nasaan? Ang asawa mo?” I looked away, not having the strength to look at him for too long. My eyes we feasting on the large pine trees up ahead, but in truth, my mind was
