Bago pa man siya magsalita, a bleeding cut on his left cheek and on his lower lip got my attention. Itinuro ko ang cut sa labi niya.
"You're bleeding! Gamutin muna natin yan!" I said habang natataranta. Ngayon ko lang kasi napansin na mukha na siyang gusgusin. Antok na antok na kasi ako pagdating niya at medyo malabo na ang nakikita ng mata ko. Pero ngayon, malinaw na malinaw ang nakikita ng mata ko at gising na gising ang diwa ko. Nanginginig pa.
"Wala ‘to," he said as if his wounds were just simple bruises. "What are you doing here?" he asked, then his perfect face formed a smirk. I knew it. That smirk was all about the 'asawa ko' thing that I answered to him awhile ago. There, I saw a smirk of an evil gangster. I felt like I'm being drained by those cold dark eyes. Did he turn to his
