Blame
"Aish, he didn't mean it, right?" I asked myself for the nth time. I stopped wiping the counter top and lean on it. I crossed my arms.
"Yeah, right, he's drunk last night," I uttered. I shook my head and lightly hit it.
"Why are you hitting your head?" I jumped and quickly turned my back against him. He gasped.
"M-Me? I'm not hitting my head," I chuckled nervously. I swallowed when he walked in front of me. I trued not to look at him. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"I saw you."
"Inaano ko lang.. ah.. kinakalawang na kasi," I said bluntly. His forehead creased.
"Huh? Kinakalawang?" he asked, confused.
"Hindi, kasi ano.. nagco-compute ako, oo 'yon," I pointed my index finger at him repeatedly.
"Why?"
"Math? Nabo-bobo na kasi ako," I laughed, "Does your head ache?" I dive
