“I have something to tell you.”
Sabay na nanlaki ang mga mata namin ni Marga at nagtawanan nang mapagtantong sabay kaming nagsalita. Parehas din ang mga sinabi namin.
I cleared my throat and laid my hand out. “You can speak first.”
“Alright.” Tumango siya. She slightly pouted her lips and avoided my gaze. Bumuntonghininga din siya bago siya nagsalita, “Peter texted me. He wants to talk to me…"
Tumaas ang mga kilay ko at ipinakita sa kaniya ang phone ko. “Aneesa texted me, too. Zaia wants to see me.”
It had been three weeks since the visit of my friends and siblings to my unit. Marga, who almost lived with me, started going home again only to get some change of clothes. She was also hands-on with her store that she closed for a month. I had to tell her that I was guilty and sorry becau
