“MAGPAPADALA AKO riyan ng susundo sa iyo. Wait for the chopper.”
“I’m an actor, Alucard. Not a chef.”
“I know. But Klein said you once portrayed a role of a rebel cook—“
“Chef.” Napabuntunghininga na lang ang nasa kabilang linya. “Klein again, huh. That son of a b—“
“Thank you, Hyde. Paki-abangan na lang ang chopper sa roofdeck ng hotel mo. Please don’t be late.”
Alucard turned off his phone and continued drying his hair with a towel. Nakapagbihis na siya at kasalukuyan namang nagbibihis si Awa sa kanyang silid. Nagsindi siya ng sigarilyo at pinagmasdan ang patuloy pa ring malakas na ulan sa labas ng glass window sa dining hall na kinaroroonan niya.
What was that weird feeling he had when he picked up Awa from the rain? That strange warmth that seemed to wrapped his heart and gripp
