Ninya Buenavidez
I STARED AT THE invitation handed to me by one of our closest family friends, sa side nina Rico. It was Sandro. High school friend namin si Sandro, ngunit ang dating asawa niya ay hindi namin kaibigan. We just met her because of Sandro and we did get along together.
“Where is Donya Celestial? Magagalak si Lola na makita siya sa party,” he casually said and clasped his both hands together. Pabalik-balik ang tingin niya sa aming dalawa ni Rico, hindi ko alam kung nakaabot ba sa kanya ang balita na paghihiwalay namin.
“She is still fixing her schedules. Sana makadalo.” I gave him a smile but his stares remain awkward. Hanggang sa napahalakhak nito at umiling, sa huli ay naging malakas na tawa iyun kaya sinulyapan ko ang katabi na si Rico.
Nakanguso at pagak na natawa ts
