Chapter Eight
His Grief
Rohan
Nasa gate pa lamang ako ay rinig na rinig ko na ang napalakas na tugtog ng radio sa bahay. Pagkapasok ko naman sa loob ng bahay ay may naamoy ako'ng kakaiba. I'm definitely sure it's food because I heard someone cooking at the kitchen. Maybe it's her.
Bago pa man ako dumiretso sa kusina ay tumambad sa akin ang maraming shoping bags sa sala. Mukhang sinulit niya ang pag-shopping niya sa ibinigay ko'ng card kanina sa kanya.
"Reys," I called her but she didn't seem to hear me. Napakalakas naman kasi ng radio n'ya.
"What is that?" I was curious enough to take a look at what Reys is cooking.
"Oh! You're here!" sigaw nito sa akin at mukhang nagulat pa nang maramdaman niya ang presensya ko sa tabi niya.
"This is tuyo and egg with kamatis," she was proud
