He accompanied Iris as she left for Manila. From there, Iris took the next flight to Davao with Bebe and Roxy. They didn’t speak in the chopper, and until they reached the airport, Iris didn’t say a word to him.
No hug. No kiss either.
“You’re spaced out again.”
Estefan handed him a cold beer. He was hanging out at their house in Albarracin. He was itching to call Iris. By now, she was already in Sta. Cruz.
“She’s fine. Don’t think too much about it; she might trip over something.” He shot a glare at his friend, but he just laughed.
“Where’s Ale?” He had been busy with the restaurant and family life. He rarely got to talk to him, but he knew he would come with just one call.
“He’s doing laundry. And your brother-in-law is hanging clothes. Pregnant women have intense moods. Wait for I
