CHAPTER 9 : SIXTH DATE

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“Yeah, we’re coming.”

Sino na naman kaayng kausap nya?

No. I don’t have the right nga pala.

“Oh fey, it’s good that you’re now awake, I was about to wake you you up.”

He hugged me, “How’s my sweety’s sleep?”

“Fine.”

Tapos tumingin sya sa akin. “you still mad at me?”

“of course not. What are you thinking?” natatawa kong sabi sa kanya.

Hindi naman talaga ako nagalit.

Nagtampo lang.... Ahmm.. nagselos ?

“that’s the truth. You’re just assuming.” Lumakad na ako palayo sa kanya at umupo na ako sa upuan sa kitchen.

“By the way, you cooked this?” turo ko sa sunog na hotdog, na-deform na itlog, at sa sinangag na mukha namang okay.

“yeah, I just try but it doesn’t look appealing, is it?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought so.”

“But you’re effort makes it special. So we’ll be having a special breakfast then?” nakangiti kong tanong.

Totoo naman, ang mukhang di masarap pero pinaghirapan nya eh kaya it worth eating for.

“I hope you’ll like the taste, wait I’ll get our coffee.”

“Christian, you look...”

“hmm?”

“..gay.”

Kanina ko pa gustong matawa sa hitsura nya. Naka boxer tapos walang suot na shirt pero naka-apron naman. Ewan, ang weird ng hitsura nya. And to top it all, yung design po ng boxer nya ay spongebob (=_=)

“I’m what?”

“a gay.”

“a handsome gay, perhaps?”

“absolutely.”

“that’s my girl.” Umupo na sya sa harapan ko.

“mind me asking you what happened yesterday why you suddenly disappeared?”

“do you know the reason why people were suddenly asked to get out of that amusement park?”

“No. But I heard there’s a kidnapping incident? But I don’t think it’s true for I don’t see so much commotion.”

“what if I said it is true?”

“is it?”

“and I am involved with that, would you believe?”

“you kidnapped a child? Why?”

“ahmm.. Christian, is that supposed to be a joke?”

“ah, yeah I knew it. I am really not good at cracking jokes. I should practice it sometime.”

“but seriously, what really happened?”

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