TWENTY-FIVE: PATIENT
“I’m leaving.” Matabang na salita ko. I tried to make a step, but Alejandro was too fast at blocking my way. “No, you’re not.” Matigas na sambit nito. Ang kanyang braso ay mahigpit na nakagapos sa aking baywang. “You need to tell me what exactly happened, Bea.” “Dito? In the middle of this party, Ale? I’m angry. I’m fuming mad. I’m irritated and I’m starting to hate you. Kung gusto mong malaman kung ano ang nangyari, this isn’t the right place.” I hissed the words under my breath. “Fuck.” He fished his phone from his pocket. Humakbang ito palayo sa akin pero hawak pa rin nito ang aking kamay. He dialed a number and talked to someone. Bumaling ito sa akin nang matapos itong magbigay ng instruction. “Let’s get out of here.” Nang maibulsa muli ang cellphone, banayad na hinila ako nito p
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