I SAT on a chair under the shades of huge umbrella, listening to the rhythmic sound of water while watching Karlos swimming back and forth across the pool. Last night was hell of a memory. Ang sarap balik-balikan sa alaala ng mga nangyari kagabi.
“Come on, pretty! You’re no fun!” Saad niya mula sa kabilang dulo ng pool.
“I’m okay here, Karlos.” Sagot ko naman.
Siguro kahit na ganito lagi ang eksena naming dalawa ay hindi ako mapapagod o magsasawa na panuorin lang siyang swabeng naliligo sa swimming pool.
With his every strike on the water using his elongated arms, his muscles and biceps are also moving. His muscles on his back are also visible with the crystal clear water.
“What are you thinking?” bahagya akong nagulat nang makitang nasa harapan ko na pala siya at pinupunasan ang basa
