I STARED horrendously at the wide living room nang makapasok ako sa pinto. I saw a lot of clutter on the floor, which I usually do, but now it was Sami’s. There was a cycling machine, a bounce ball on one side, and even a rodeo boy.
What the heck?!
Nakita ko ang asawa ko na pawis na pawis habang nag-ja-jog sa threadmill. Her sweatsuit are all drenched in sweat. Kanina pa siguro siya doon.
I put my hands on my face. ““What are you doing, Miss Marquez?””
Nilingon ako ni Sami. Tinanggal niya ang earphones na nakapasok sa mga tainga niya. ““Hey, you’re back early.””
I crossed my arms over my chest. Inulit ko ang tanong ko. ““What the heck are you doing?””
Hindi siya tumigil sa pagtakbo sa threadmill. ““You really have to ask? Nagpapapayat ako.””
I put on a straight, unbothered fa
