Sam’s Point of View
Kyle annoys me. He is getting into my nerve.
“We need to talk,” He said. I was at the kitchen this Sunday morning, trying to cook lunch for myself.
“I don't want to talk to you. Too early para sa bangayan natin.”
“I need information from you.” He took the apple from the table and started eating. The sound of apple annoyed me even more.
“I don't give information for free,” I replied dryly.
“You will not cooperate then?”
Good. At least I am not the only one who is irritated with this situation. Hindi ako kumibo.
“Hello. In one hour, send me her history from birth until now. Yes. Samantha Alexandra Santillana.”
“Hoy, Kyle. Illegal ‘yan.”
“Including her relationship history.” The nerve of this guy. I pretended that I didn't care, pero ang lakas ng kabog ng dibdib ko.
“You will not say anything?” He taunted.
“Nope,” I replied. I will not give him the satisfaction that he wants.
“Just so you know, I will not cook for you, so you better cook for yourself.” Bumalik ako sa pagluluto para hindi ko makita na nakangisi na naman siya.
Ako:
Annalisa... mamamatay ako ng maaga sa pakana mo.
Lise:
?
Ako:
Kyle is getting on my nerves.
Lise:
Interesting. Someone finally captured your attention.
Ako:
Isa ka pa eh. Ikaw ang may kasalan kapag namatay ako sa kunsumisyon dito. Ang kapal ng mukha niya. Feeling at home dito sa bahay.
Lise:
OMG. D’yan siya nakatira sayo ngayon?
Ako:
Pinagsiksikan ang sarili, oo. Nandito. At sabi mo hindi nagsasalita ‘to. Bakit panay usisa sa buhay ko?
Lise:
Lise:
Ang sabi ko tahimik, hndi ko sinabing pipi. Baka part ng work niya iyon. Buti nga kinakausap ka. Ang maldita mo kaya. Kung hindi lang kita kaibigan, pinamigay kita eh.
Ako:
Thanks... A... Lot.
Lise:
Maiba ako. Nakita mo na ba ang 8-pack abs?
Nasiraan na yata talaga ng ulo ‘tong si Lise noong nalaglag sa bangin. Nahawa na kay Diane.