9 -Asawa

9 - Asawa

"I told you to eat, but you didn't eat. I left you there so you could eat, but you... subrang tigas ng ulo mo," he said when he came out and approached me. Mariin ang pagkakasabi niya.

Bagong ligo ito at kahit medyo malayo naman ang distansya naming dalawa ay amoy na amoy ko ang mabango at nakakaadik niyang amoy.

He has a black bag in his left arm; he is ready to leave and go back to Manila.

I can't believe that he's so fresh, but I'm here miserable, dahil sa walang kwenta niyang pinag gagagawa.

“Go back there and eat your fvcking breakfast, Azaylie," iritang sambit niya sa akin.

“Hindi ako gutom,” walang kagana-ganang sambit ko sa kanya. Siguro ay nakita nito ang pagkain sa lamesa na hindi ko ginalaw kanina.

“But—” I cut him.

“Tell me the real reason why you are doing this. What are your real motives for doing this this fvcking sh1t, Yrony? Dahil kahit saan ko tignan, lahat ng ito ay purong mga kalokohan lang. I told you that my son and daughter need me--” Siya naman ang p