WHEN we arrived in Cavite, my heart began to pound. I have no intention of fighting Cynthia. I'll just ask her why she said her boyfriend Clark. Didn't the latter tell that woman that I was back?
"This is their house," Clark said. We stopped at a bungalow house with blue paint. It had a fence but it was just as tall as Clark.
Clark went down first but turned around. He opened the door and helped me down.
"Her house?"
"Yes. She was there with her mother who we used to cook with and of course, Candy." He took something from the back seat. He held two paper bags in one hand while one of his hands held my arm. "Let's go. I'll introduce you to Candy," he said.
Clark rang the door bell. Soon a girl came out of the door.
It is dressed in yellow with floral print.
"Daddy godfather
