I TOOK my son home with me. I did not want to, but Kayla asked for some privacy.
God damn privacy! Panggagalaiti ko sa sarili.
It was past twelve midnight when I looked at the time at the clock hanging at the wall in our dining room. Inisang lagok ko ang laman na beer ng boteng iniinom ko. Nang hindi ko na napigilan, hinablot ko ang cellphone kong nakalapag sa ibabaw ng dining table at nag-dial.
Pick up, Kayla! I screamed in my head. Pero nakailang ring na ang cellphpone nito, hindi pa rin niya sinasagot. An image of her flashed in my mind--smiling, while the man she was with was being intimate with her.
Bigla akong tumayo, mabigat ang dibdib na muling kumuha ng isa pang bote ng beer.
Ibinagsak ko ang katawan sa mahabang sofa sa madilim na sala. A digital time was flashing out in t
