It was past the hour of one in the morning when several men were still drinking at the road, near the closed flea market. They were celebrating one of their friend's birthday. It's normal for the people of Araray to have a good time at least once in a while. And celebrating a birthday was just one special occasion for them.
The crickets were chirping. The moon lit up the night of partying. A bottle of Ginebra gin were shared on one shot glass. Everyone were really having a good time. They were drunk, yet their mind was still up for stupid conversation. And they remembered the girl earlier in the market.
“Don't you think the girl we saw earlier was the hidden daughter of the Ayala in that big mansion?” One of the drunk guy whose eyes were about to sleep asked.
“That... I don't know. I'm
