THIRTY-THREE: Trust and Honesty
Bumuntong-hininga hininga ako. “Is there anything else that we need to talk about?” Kalmadong tanong ko kahit ang lakas na ng t***k ng puso ko. Nakatayo pa rin ako dito malapit sa pintuan. He walked towards the side table where there are some hard liquors placed. He took a shot glass at nagsalin ng whisky doon sa maliit na baso. I frowned. Tinignan ko ang pambisig kong relo. Alas diyes pa lamang ng umaga. “Don't you think it's too early to get drunk?” I can't help but to speak up my mind. “I know. I just need to calm myself because every nerve and every fiber of my being want to hit and break something. I need a shot. Just one shot. Or two perhaps.” Niisang lagok niya lamang ang kanyang sinalin and poured for another round. Hindi ko talaga siya maintindihan. Ang hirap niyang basahin
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