"AYOKO."
Bumagsak ang balikat ko sa isinagot ni Priston. Ni hindi manlang nito inalis ang tingin sa laptop nang sabihin iyon. Hindi manlang nagdalawang isip. Huminga ako nang malalim at umupo sa upuan na kaharap ng sakanya.
"Usap lang, Priston."
"Yeah, but I said no." He continued typing on his laptop.
"He's a friend." I argued.
"You can talk over the phone."
"Might be important."
"I'm not letting you go with a guy again, Visere." He gave me his malicious tone.
Suminghap ako. "Rylle isn't like that!"
Hindi siya sumagot. I heard the clicking sound of his keypad. Nakasuot ang salamin nito. The screen of the laptop were reflecting on his glasses. It was a paragraph with a heading. What's that, a business letter?
"What time did you slept last night?" tanong ko sakanya.
He didn't e
