This chapter literally gave me a headache. Warning: The theme in this chapter is not suitable for kids. I don't promote violence. Thank you.
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"What do you want?" Stacey asked in monotone.
"Your forgiveness, anak."
She can't help but cringe. First, that man in front of her called her anak. Second, forgiveness? Imposibleng ibigay niya yun pero kakailanganin niya, para sa pinaplano niya.
Kahit pa maluha-luha na ang tatay niya, wala na siyang maramdaman kundi galit.
It was a quiet Friday morning in the coffee shop that they were in. Kaunti pa lang ang mga tao at nasa may sulok sila nakaupo ng taong nagpahirap sa kaniya ilang taon na ang nakakaraan. At ngayon, humihingi na ito ng kapatawaran na para bang iyon ang pinakamadaling bagay na ibigay sa mundo. She just mentally rolled her eyes at the thought. He's so pathetic.
"Let's make this short. Ayokong masira ang buong araw ko dahil lang sayo. You've done enough in the past already." She saw how her words strike him like a dagger but she didn't care. Whatever, she thought then continued. "I only want two things."
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"Dad, do you love Mom?" Tanong ng isang siyam na taong gulang na si Stacey na hawak ang kamay ng kaniyang tatay habang naglalakad patungo sa opisina nito.
"Of course, angel. More than you think," nakangiting sagot nito na punong-puno ng sinseridad.
"Does Mommy love you?" Sunod na tanong ni Stacey na hindi agad nasagot ng tatay niya. Kasabay noon ang pagbukas nito ng pinto ng opisina kaniyang tatay.
Bumungad sa kanilang dalawa ang nanay niyang nakaupo sa kandungan ng isang middle-aged na lalaking ka-meeting dapat ng kaniyang tatay at naghahalikan ang mga ito.
Mukhang naramdaman ng dalawang nasa sofa ang pagdating nila ng kaniyang tatay. Nanakit din ang kamay niya dahil sa paghigpit ng hawak nito sa kaniya.
Humarap sa kanila ang kaniyang nanay. Her lipstick was smudged, her hair was everywhere, and her bra was showing. Worse is, her mother even smiled at her and her father, as if proud of showing them what they just saw.
The guy was mortified, of course. He left that instant and the young Stacey knew that the man would never be seen again anywhere near them.
"Istorbo."
BINABASA MO ANG
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General FictionThe second hand of the clock ticks, counting down every moment, testing her understanding, patience and the power of emotions. Tick; promises are made. Tock; people leave. Tick; hearts are broken. Tock; people hurt each other like they're meant to. ...
