Nasa kwarto na sila ni Emiko at tahimik lang siyang nagliligpit ng gamit nito.
"Hey." unang basag ni Emiko sa katahimikan. Napatigil siya saglit at napatingin rito.
"Do you... hate me for occupying your position?"
She was stunned and didn't know what to answer.
"I'm sure you are, right? I mean, that dress, this jewelry— everything that was given on me was originally yours. So I wouldn't be shock if you really are—"
"Hindi." pagputol niya at ngumiti rito ng tipid. Tumigil siya sa pagliligpit dahil natapos naman niya rin at tumayo na.
"I envy you, I admit it. But I never hate you, Ms. Emiko. Ginusto mo man na maranasan ang bagay na'to o hindi, hindi ako galit." mahinahon niyang ani. Saglit naman itong nagulat.
"Pero bakit?"
"Kasi hindi naman ikaw ang nagpasimuno nito, diba? Sila nama
