Nilahad ni Ilay sa aking mga kamay ang cellphone nang walang pag-aalinlangan.
“Thanks!” I couldn’t suppress my cheeky smile.
Humalukipkip lamang ito nang panoorin akong kutingtingin ang kaniyang cellphone.
It was like his Aston Martin, sleek and black. The screen lock and wallpaper were the same – a default picture from the device. Walang masyadong apps. Malinis at kaunti lang din ang notifications.
My fingers hovered above the green message icon. Bahagya kong sinipat si Ilay. Nakahalukipkip pa rin ito. Siya naman ngayon ang sumipat sa kaniyang cellphone. Then he brought his gaze back to me and squinted his eyes. The challenge in it was unmistakable.
“Go on then. Open it...” hamon niya.
Even if I wa
