Chapter 40 – I painted that Memory
I did my night routine with a smile plastered in my face. I can't believe I'm happy after what happened yesterday. Moreover, my decision about that opportunity bended easily just because of Isaiah's soothing voice. He change it in just a minutes of persistent talking to me.
I sit on the edge of the bed and think about our last call. I think it's time to understand him more. I mean, isn't it frustrating not to understand everytime he blabbers something with his own native language?
For pete's sake, can I do that?
"Whatever," I whisphered to myself and crawled on my bed. I get my laptop on the bed side table and search for an internet site that offers Filipino Lessons.
"Mìerda, I can't believe I'm doing this for a guy," I said and register my name. It
