Chapter 117

When the kids fell asleep, Isa handed me a glass of wine as we sit by the counter. "It's hard, isn't it?" She spoke.

I nodded. "It sure is hard. After all, hiding a child is never the same as hiding some love letters," I replied. "Damn, meeting him out of the blue is fucking nerve-racking."

"I feel you, girl! It's a hassle! Para kang nagtatago ng kabit sa asawa mo. (It feels like you're hiding a mistress from your husband.)" She said then chuckled.

"Isa," I cried. "I don't really know what to do anymore!"

Instead of consoling me, she hit me on the back of my head which made me pout.

"Don't cry on me, girl. I can't console you. I am not into dramas and operas," She rolled her eyes.

"Such a mean girl."

"Come on, girl. Nothing's going to happen if you'll just cry all night and rant about how things have turned out. After all, these are the consequences of your choices. Pinili mo 'yan, panindigan mo. (You chose this, stand for it.)"

"You're pretty blunt."

"I am, sis. That's why I'm your f