OO nga pala. Hindi siya permanenteng nakatira rito. I forgot about it. Sa Manila nga pala talaga ito nakatira’t dito lamang nagtutungo kapag summer.
“How about your house?” I asked.
“Dito lang.” He shrugged.
“Bakit dito ka bumili ng bahay, instead sa Manila?”
“I didn’t want to see Verron.”
“Rich kid.” Mahina akong tumawa. “Papaano pala ang farm? Your father isn’t around. Kung aalis ka, sino pala ang magiging in charge?”
It can’t be Verron. I don’t think my father trust him. But aside from Caliban, sino pa ang pinaka-pinagkakatiwalaan ni Papa? Si Hepe? Or would he hire someone else?
“Your father will handle it himself.”
“He’s going here?”
“No. He’s going to deal with the suppliers and logistics. The one who will look out at the farm is Verron.”
“What?” My brows puckered. Pumihi
