CIARAN’S PENTHOUSE
The rain tapped against the windowpanes, and the city lights dull, and cold behind the glass. It’s been raining a lot lately. Parang nakikisama pa ang panahon sa nararamdaman ni Ciaran na lungkot.
“Was she safe?” Ciaran asked.
Napatigil si Lucien sa pagkarga ng whiskey sa baso nang marinig ang tanong ng kapatid. He looked at his brother.
Ciaran looked at his brother when he didn’t answer. “Mira and Esther were best friends. Mira won’t leave Esther behind. Kung may nakakaalam man kung ano ang kalagayan ni Esther, si Mira ‘yon.”
Nagbaba ng tingin si Lucien. “Sorry, Kuya.”
Kinuha ni Ciaran ang isang baso na nilagyan ni Lucien ng whiskey. “It’s okay. I understand you. But I hope you won’t lie next time.”
Napakamot ng batok si Lucien. “I can’t promise, Kuya.”
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