TUMULOY si Arwin sa bahay ng kanyang kaibigang si Hendrix. He didn’t tell his grandmother that he was going home because it would surely make her wonder why he didn’t go straight home to their house. He didn't want her to know what he and Hendrix were doing, especially since nothing was happening yet.
"Why do you look so tired?" Hendrix asked him.
He looked at him badly.
“Natural! Galing kaya ako sa biyahe. f**k with the traffic! Ang sakit sa ulo,” napapangiwi niyang sagot sa kaibigan. Nakasalapak siya sa mahabang sofa nito.
Hindi nakatira si Hendrix sa ama nito dahil may sarili na itong bahay. Hindi katulad niya na umaasa pa rin sa allowance ng kanyang abuela at inuuna ang luho.
“At kailan ka pa natutong magreklamo sa traffic sa Manila? Palibhasa ay nasanay ka sa probinsiya na ang m
