9: Ella

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"Don't you think your dad's already worried about you?"

I asked Mafe as we sat by the beach. The skies turned purple as it began to dark.

"I told him I'm going to see you."

She smiled at me as I put my arms around her. This kid feels like someone who has the weight of the world on her shoulders, even despite her genuine laughter. There's this pain in her eyes that I can barely fathom.

Those eyes. Those eyes I clearly recognize because I'm seeing myself in them. I must admit, she made me forget, even just for a while. I mean, having a little sister by your side isn't such a bad idea.

"Fancy a dinner with us?"

A familiar voice of a man sounded behind us. It's Tatay Jessie. Mafe's dad.

She immediately turned to me and gave me a pleading look.

"I would love to."

I smiled at both of them.

Mafe jumped and ran around after hearing my answer. I wish I had a family like this. Well, at least I did, but that was long before my dad died. Ever since he left us, my mom has become a total stranger. She became indifferent. I didn't just lose my dad because my mom died along with him.

I stood up from being seated for so long, and Mafe held onto my arm. She's so fond of fixing her gaze on my face. If I'm not seven years older than her, I'll definitely think she's into me.

I shoved that thought aside and made a mess of her hair.

"Can I call you Ate?"

She asked me as we were headed back to their house.

It's so cute when her eyes disappear whenever she smiles.

"Of course, Bunso."

I pulled her closer to me as we continued to walk. She no longer answered, but I saw her smile once again.

It's already dark when we arrive at their house, but gladly, electricity is no stranger to their place, despite not being so close to the commercial area.

Tatay Jessie prepared adobo and rice, which made Mafe's eyes glisten in excitement. She immediately got me the utensils I needed and dug into the food.

We exchanged stories and banter as we shared that dinner. Tatay Jessie also seemed troubled, just like Mafe, but I didn't ask deeper. I mean, I don't think I'll be leaving this place any time soon, so I guess they're just going to tell me when they're ready.

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