FERRUCCIO GUSTAV
“She got sick? Damn, sayang naman ang punta ko rito.” I am staring at the canvas paper to check Devillianna’s every design detail. “Kailan daw s’ya papasok, dude?”
Pierre is sitting on Devillianna’s chair and her partner is beside him.
Meanwhile, Devillianna called me this morning and I found out that she caught a cold. Her voice sounds hoarse earlier. Dalawang oras na ang nakalipas noong tinawagan n’ya ako. I think naabutan s’ya ng ulan kahapon noong hinatid ko s’ya sa port. Nasasayangan ako sa isang araw na walang katuwang itong baguhang designer ngun it, mas mahalaga pa rin sa akin ang kalusugan n’ya.
She has to rest. “Dude, I am asking you.”
“I don’t know, Pierre. We will just wait until she gets better.”
“You should have told me that she wouldn’t be able to
