“Are you done, Peanut?”
Napatigil ako sa pagsulat nang magsalita si Mister Kenta kaya napataas ang tingin ko sa kanya at pinalakihan ko siya ng aking mga mata.
“What? Is there anything wrong with our endearment? What's wrong with Peanut, right, Mrs. Abdul?” he even asked Mrs. Abdul. "What endearment do you and your husband have? My Peanut is ashamed of my endearment to him.” he said to me and I saw the shape of his lips down.
Hindi ako makapaniwala sa kanyang sinabi. Talagang nagtanong pa siya, ha?
“Um, our endearment of my husband, Mr. Caddel... 'asawa ko' when we are at home, then when in public we call each other by first name,” mahinahon na sabi ni Mrs. Abdul sa amin.
“See? Kapag nasa bahay sila ganoʼn ang endearment nila,” madiin na sabi ko kay Mister Kenta ngayon.
“Sa kani
