Chapter Twenty Two
I HATE the rainy days. Did I ever tell you that? Well, if I didn’t then there you go. Ayoko sa ulan. There’s just something with the rain that makes you go sentimental. Iyong lamig, iyong tunog ng pagpatak niyon sa lupa o kaya sa bubong. Iyong dilim sa kalangitan. God, I hate it. And did I ever tell you I get mentally sick when it’s raining?
It’s like my brain makes up some fake sickness kahit wala naman.
“Ma’am, normal po talaga ‘yong temperature n’yo, eh. Hindi ko po sure kasi baka nasa loob ‘yong lagnat n’yo,” Ella said while replacing back the thermometer to its holder.
Bumuntong hininga ako at lalong ibinalot ang kumot sa buong katawan ko. It’s 3:03 AM and I feel like my head’s exploding and my body is numb as f**k with cold kahit hindi n
