Japen brought me to Badian, a town in the south Cebu that was famous for its beaches. He parked the car in the Casay Beach and killed the engine. He did not move. I did not move also. I was just staring at the front. There was a little hut there, a reception area I thought.
I was still holding Japen's hand, but the warmth it brought earlier had started to fade. And right at that moment, what I did earlier dawned at me. I blinked. Why did I clang onto his hand? I closed my eyes tightly and breathe deeply.
No. I should not do what I did earlier. I immediately let go of Japen's hand and opened the passenger door. I jumped out of the car and closed the door.
Geez. What was I thinking? How would Japen see me? What face should I bring in front of him? Azora, you're such a mess!
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