Chapter 3: She's home.

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Kyler's POV

" So, uhmm hanggang dito nalang tayo Vera. Bye!" Sabi ko.

"Ah oo! Thank you sa paghatid." May pasama pang smile.

I waved bye and she also did. Kish and I went to the bus stop, para maghintay ng bus. Well walang jeep.dito eh, aba ewan ko ba, mayayaman paren naman kasi mga nagcocommute dito. So yeah.

" Hoy Ky!" Pinagsisigaw ni Kish.
"Ano nanaman ah? "
" Bagay kayo nung si Vera! Yieeeee!!!"she said.
" What the hell Kishhh!!"and then I started slapping her face. Pero di naman masakit.
" Bw*sit ka talaga Ky!!!!!!!!"
"Tumigil ka na nga! May bus na oh!".   Awat ko sakamya. Sumakay na kami ng bus at umupo kami nangmagkahiwalay. Eh diba bawal kami maexpose kasi ayaw namen?

Oh damn!
Bawal nga pala kami maexpose pero nalaman ni Vera!!! Hayst!!!!!!!!!!!

Hinanap ko yung phone ko sa bag at sinearch ang pangalan ni Vera sa messenger. Inadd ko agad sya at saktong online naman.
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Vera Clavecilla
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Me: Hi Vera😊
Vera: hi den :>
Me: wag mo pala sabihin kahit kanino na magpinsan kami ni kish ah? Ayaw kasi namin maexpose.
Vera: ahoo sure.
Me: sige ingat paguwi. 😁
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Hayst. Buti nalang trusted sya.
Bigla nalang nagring yung phone ko.

Kisha Wen calling...

" Oh ano problema mo?"
"Nakakainis ka na talaga Kyler!!"
"Ako pa talaga Kisha ah. Ikaw na nga dyan nagpahiya saken kanina eh!"
"Ehdi sorry! Bababa naako! Pakamusta nalang kila tita ah ! Babush!"
"Hay-"

Call ended.

Tumigil na ang bus at bumaba na si Kish. Tiningnan ko nalang sya ng masama.

'Buti nalang talaga mabait ako Kisha. Kung hindi..'

Savannah's POV

" HOY KUYA PEDENG BAGALAN ANG PAGDRIDRIVE? NAHIHILO NA AKO SA BILIS EH. ANO BA KASING PROBLEMA MO? NAGMAMADALI KA BA?"

"DAMING TANONG VANNAH. ETO LANG SAGOT KO, NASA AIRPORT NA SI MOM. Nasa Pinas na sya. "

'Nasa pinas na sya'

Sh*t here comes hell.

My mom's been at US since when I was 6 years old. Never had a call from her, as in ever since she left us. My brother was around 9 years old when she left. So at our young age, we learned to live just with our dad.

Dad was also strict. But he knew when we need some help, or needs love.

I wasn't so close with dad neither. But he was always with us rather than mom.

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