good morning

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"Putangina mo."

A fifty-something-year-old Edgar Allan Castillo (he often refused to disclose his real age, sorry) welcomed Maine Mendoza's curses early in the morning as his breakfast. Sanay na naman sya sa mga outbursts ng dalaga. O ng tita. 'Di nya alam, tumatanda yata ng paurong itong babaeng 'to. Parang lagi na lang galit kapag nakikita nya.

"Thank you," the man replied calmly. "That's a unique way to greet people a good morning. How innovative, Maine."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That Alden's gonna be a part of this production," Maine's hand landed on the wooden table. "Ang insensitive, Ed!"

"What?" Ed sipped from his cup smoothly. "Anong meron kay Alden? He's good. I've seen his films."

"He's my ex."

"And?"

"You told me to do this project as a favor."

"And?"

"Is this a part of your scheme?"

"Maine," ibinaba nya ang tasa. "We write fiction, but we don't make things up. There's a difference."

Maine let out a snort. "You planned this. Wala ka na namang mapaglagyan ng pera. Retirement project my ass."

"How profound," Ed replied, making the last 'nd' sound linger in his lips. "I wonder how your readers would think if they hear you like you this."

"I don't care," Maine left in a hurry. "I never did."




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