It’s already around six the evening when I finally got home. Hindi pa ako nakakababa ng sasakyan nang mag-ring ang cellphone ko. I thought it was Jag so I immediately took my phone out of my pouch to check, but it’s not him.
It’s Luke.
Hindi ko alam kung bakit tumatawag si Luke ngayon sa akin, pero siguro ay ito na ang magandang pagkakataon para makausap kami at makahingi na rin ako ng pasensiya sa kanya.
At one point, even if it’s unintentional and I didn’t mean to, I felt like I still gave him a false hope. I felt like I’m at fault. And somehow, I think I have to explain my side. Agad ko namang sinagot ang tawag.
“Hello, Luke?”
“Miss?” Tapos ay humalakhak siya, medyo kumunot pa ang noo ko dahil mukhang lasing siya base sa boses niya. I can also hear a loud bang of music on the backg
