TUMAMBAY sa lobby si Angela at doon unti-unting sinisimsim ang wine sa kaniyang kopita. Nilapitan pa rin siya ni Azrael dala ang bote ng wine. Lumuklok ito sa katapat niyang couch.
“What do you think of marriage, Lyka?” nakangising tanong nito.
“Marriage has a different perspective,” she said.
Azrael heaved a sigh and poured some wine into his glass. “What made you decide to marry me, then?”
“Marrying you was like collateral damage. I don’t have any choices. I owe my life to my adoptive parents, and I need to repay them. My purpose is to give my parents satisfaction. So, don’t expect that our marriage will be for good. I don’t have the responsibility to love you and give you what you need as a husband."
Naglaho ang ngiti sa mga labi ni Azrael at biglang tumalim ang titig sa kan’ya. “Y
