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DATE
"I don't know," kibit-balikat kong tugon sa kanya.
Tinanong niya kasi ako tungkol sa nangyari kanina, at hindi ko alam kung paano ko sasabihin sa kanya ang totoo.
Napakunot ang kanyang noo habang nakatitig sa akin. "Why is he like that?"
Napa-isip ako sa sinabi niya tungkol kay Aziel. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero may kung anong kakaiba sa tanong niyang 'yon-parang may tumama sa akin.
I don't know why, but it caught my attention-knowing that Aziel would be my husband, yet I don't even know him. Well, Aziel is a mysterious guy.
"You two will get wed-"
I looked at him with annoyance. "Not for a long time, Gael."
He just shrugged at me, and I let out a sigh before turning my gaze toward the view in front of me. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
I was quietly sipping on my milkshake while admiring the beautiful scenery before me-the blend of nature and sea, so peaceful and calming.
Gael remained silent as he sat next to me.
"You don't want to get married?" he asked, his voice curious and his eyes searching for mine.
I quickly nodded, because that was the truth. I didn't want to get married, especially not to Aziel-the boyfriend of my sister, of all people. Maybe... just maybe, if we had met under different circumstances, I might have wanted to marry him.
Aziel is a notorious, well-known playboy. He plays with girls like they're toys-using them, then tossing them aside like trash whenever he wants to.
"I won't marry someone like him," I said seriously. "He's a playboy, Gael. I couldn't possibly marry a boy who plays with girls. I want a man, not a boy."
Gael nodded.
His lips parted slightly as he stared at me, like his brain was still processing what I said. "You're so mature for your age," he said with a chuckle.
"I guess so. That's what everyone keeps telling me," i replied, laughing softly.
"But really, you're so mature, Keyla. And I admire you for that..."
I stopped laughing the moment I noticed the seriousness in his voice. I was taken aback by what he said.
"You admire me for that?" i asked dumbly, still trying to process the idea that someone could actually admire me for something like that.
"Yeah, I do..."
I glanced at him before responding, "Thanks, I guess." i was about to say something else when my phone suddenly rang-loud and sharp.
I stared at the screen coldly, my eyes narrowing at the caller ID. It's Daddy.
Now what the hell does he want from me?
"Hello?" i answered flatly, making sure he could hear just how cold and distant I was.
[Keyla, where are you?] my father's voice barked through the phone.
"You don't have to know. I need privacy!" I snapped, my voice sharp and unwavering.
[I want you here in our mansion. Right now!] he demanded, his tone laced with authority-like he still had control over me.
I clenched my jaw, trying to stay calm despite the storm rising inside me. I wasn't a puppet he could summon whenever he pleased.
I didn't answer him-I just ended the call. I don't want to live like this forever. I want to be free... to do everything I want without someone always telling me what to do. I want to break away from them-far enough that they won't even know where I am.
"You alright?" Gael asked softly.
I tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach my eyes. I just wanted to cry out loud.
"I-I am..." i whispered. My voice sounded so helpless, and I hated it. I felt weak.
"Don't give me a smile if it's not genuine, Keyla. Hush now... I know you're not alright. I'm sorry for asking," he said, his voice gentle and low.
I glanced at him, then forced a wide smile.
"There it is," he said, returning the gesture. "Smile for me..."
"It's fine. To be honest, I'm not okay," I confessed, my voice cracking a little. "I feel so suffocated, Gael. I just want to be free..."
Gael smiled at me as he gently caressed my hand.
"Someday, you'll be free-just like you've always wanted."
My eyes searched his, filled with silent questions.
"You'll help me?" the words slipped out of my mouth before I could even think.
I wasn't sure why, but deep down, I needed to know if he'd be there for me... if he'd really stay.
"Of course-"
Before he could finish, I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, unable to contain the happiness that suddenly bloomed in my chest.
"Let's date?"
I froze. I didn't know how to react to his sudden words. A soft blush crept up both my cheeks.
"What?" I managed to say, thankful I didn't stutter too much.
"I said, let's date," he repeated, laughing softly as his eyes locked on mine. Then, without warning, he gently pinched my blushing cheek.
"You're blushing," he teased, barely holding back a laugh.
I pouted at him, trying to suppress my own giggle.
"I'm not-"
"You are," he grinned.
I was about to speak when Aleesa suddenly appeared.
My lips parted in shock as I stared at her-her eyes swollen and red from crying. I had no idea how she found out Gael and I were here. We didn't tell anyone.
She walked slowly toward us, each step heavy and hesitant. I could feel Gael freeze beside me, just as stunned as I was. Aleesa looked completely out of it. Her curly hair was messy, and a few strands were stuck to her tear-stained face.
"Keyla... please," she begged, her voice trembling.
"Don't take him away from me. Please... I'll die, Keyla. He's all I have, you know that, right? I love him-so much."
Her voice cracked with every word, desperation dripping from her tone. "Keyla, I know you're kind and sweet, even if you try to hide it behind that tough front."
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't help but feel a wave of sympathy crash over me.
But I was confused. Didn't Aziel tell her about our deal-about the plan? I thought he loved her, that everything he was doing was for her.
That's the only reason he agreed to this arrangement with me... wasn't it?
I was about to say something when someone suddenly pulled Aleesa away from us. She struggled against the woman's grip, trying to break free.
"What the hell, Yesh!" she cried out, her voice completely broken as she looked at the woman who dragged her away. I was about to help her when Gael stopped me.
"Don't," he said firmly.
"Yesh," Gael added, his voice cold and distant.
The woman's eyes widened in shock. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at the man beside me.
"G-Gael," she whispered, barely audible.
"Aleesa!" she sobbed uncontrollably as she collapsed to the ground, her cries echoing in the air.
"Aleesa, let it go!" Yesh said sharply. "Aziel loves you-deeply. I know he'll find a way to be with you, even if he's married to this..." She paused, shooting me a sharp, judgmental look.
My brows furrowed as I stared back at her.
"With a what, Yesh?" Gael's voice struck like thunder, his tone filled with warning as he took a step forward, clenching his fists.
"Bitch..." she spat, her words slicing through the air like venom.
My ears rang from the insult. Gael was about to lunge at her, but I stepped in front of him.
"Stop it, Gael. She's immature and childish," i said coldly, keeping my composure.
Thankfully, Gael stopped, though I could feel the rage still burning in him. My own blood boiled at her words, but I kept my icy glare locked on her.
"You know what, miss?" I said calmly, though my fists were clenched.
"I don't think you fully understand the word arrangement. Are you really that stupid?"
"What?!" she snapped, her eyes blazing with fury.
"I said you have a small scrambled brain, stupidity isn't a crime so you're free to go," i replied without hesitation. She was about to charge at me when someone arrived-Aziel.
He walked toward us like a king-composed yet commanding. His eyes were cold... dangerous.
"What are you doing, Yesh?" his voice was sharp, laced with fury.
Yesh smirked at him, then glanced back at me.
"Aziel, I was just about to slap her. But thank God you came. I know you don't want to marry her anyway, right? You love Aleesa too much," she added with a smug grin.
"Fuck!"
Gael and I exchanged a glance, startled by Aziel's outburst.
"What did I tell you, Yesh?!" Aziel's voice was seething with rage, each word biting.
"Can't you understand every single fucking word of it?!"
Yesh flinched at his outburst, but her defiant expression didn't falter. She met his glare with one of her own, as though daring him to do something about it.
Gael stepped closer to me, his eyes locked on Aziel, a mixture of confusion and concern in his gaze. Meanwhile, I could feel the tension rising, the space between us thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.
Aziel's cold stare never wavered as he reached out, grabbing Yesh's arm and pulling her aside with a force that made her stumble.
"Get the hell out of here, Yesh," Aziel said, his voice dangerously low, as if he were barely holding himself back.
Yesh's lips curled into a bitter smile, but there was something else in her eyes now-fear. She glanced at me, then back to Aziel, but she said nothing more as she turned and walked away, her steps heavy and reluctant.
Aziel's gaze shifted to Aleesa, who was sitting on the floor, uncontrollably crying.
"What the hell is this again, Aleesa?! I fucking told you to stay the fuck away from her! Leave her alone!" Aziel shouted angrily at her, but Aleesa just kept crying, still pleading with me.
Aleesa stood up and immediately hugged Aziel, who remained staring at Gael and me.
"Don't leave me," Aleesa said in a hoarse voice, her face buried in Aziel's chest. Aziel remained silent, his presence heavy. I didn't know why, but was he thinking I would hurt Aleesa? Is that why he didn't want her to come near me?
"I'm sorry, I was just frustrated," she said, looking up at Aziel, who was coldly staring at her. Gael cleared his throat, causing their attention to shift to the two of us.
"We'll leave for now, so you two can talk," Gael said, while glancing at me.
Aleesa nodded at us before giving us a wide smile. Gael and I quickly left so they could talk without any interruptions.
While we were in the car, Gael and I just laughed about what had happened.
Gael gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other holding a half-wrapped burger, his eyes flicking between the road and the messy wrapper. He took a bite, the crinkling sound of the paper mixing with his muffled laugh. Ketchup dripped down his chin, but he didn't seem to care.
I leaned back in my seat, sipping on my milkshake, the cool sweetness hitting my tongue as I chuckled at him. My fries were scattered on the seat next to me, a few slipping between the cracks of the upholstery as I reached for them.
"Seriously, Gael, you're a mess," i teased, smirking as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
He just grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he swallowed his bite. "Takes a pro to eat while driving."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Right, a pro..."
"Oo nga pala, Gael. Sino yung babae kanina? Ngayon ko lang siya nakita," tanong ko habang nakatingin sa bintana. Natigilan siya sa pagtawa dahil sa sinabi ko.
"Si Yesh. Kaibigan ni Aleesa... dati kong ka-fling," sagot niya, na agad namang nagpatahimik sa akin.
The air inside the car shifted-suddenly heavier. I didn't say anything. My gaze stayed glued to the window, but the scenery outside blurred, not from tears, but from the storm swirling in my head. Yesh. Aleesa's friend... and Gael's ex-fling?
My fingers curled into the hem of my shirt, trying to ground myself, trying not to let the thoughts spiral. Gael must've noticed the shift in the air, the sudden quiet between us-but he didn't say a word. Only the soft hum of the engine filled the silence, along with the loud thudding of my heart echoing in my chest.
I kept glancing at my phone every few seconds, the screen still dark. My fingers tapped restlessly on my thigh, a rhythm that grew faster with every minute that passed. My stomach felt twisted, like it was tied in knots, and no matter how deep I breathed in, the tightness in my chest refused to ease.
Gael looked at me from the corner of his eye. "You okay?"
I forced a nod, but my nails were already digging into my palm without me realizing. I wasn't okay-I was waiting, hoping, dreading.
I've been glancing at my phone screen over and over for a while now. I don't know why, but I feel nervous about what Sevi might find out regarding the Castillano's Hospital. He said he might discover who owns it, and today he's supposed to email me the details about it.
I almost stopped breathing when my phone suddenly rang in my hand. Sevi's name flashed on the screen, and I couldn't even look at Gael, who was sitting beside me, clearly confused by my reaction.
"What's going on, Keyla? You're pale-are you okay?"
Gael's eyes kept darting toward me, his brows furrowing with each passing second. I could feel his gaze pressing on the side of my face, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. My grip tightened around the phone as it continued to buzz in my hand, Sevi's name lighting up the screen again.
"Keyla... you're pale. What's going on?" His voice was low, laced with concern.
I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes on my lap. If I looked at him now, he'd see everything-the screen, the name, the truth. And I wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Not while my heart was thudding like a warning drum inside my chest.
Putangina mo talaga, Sevirous. Ngayon ka pa talaga tumawag.
I took a shaky breath, forcing my voice to steady as I glanced up at Gael, my fingers gripping the edges of my seat. "I'm fine," i said, the words coming out too quickly, too sharp. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I could feel the blood rushing to my face, making it hot despite the chill in the air.
Gael didn't seem convinced. His eyes searched mine, brow furrowed, but I couldn't hold his gaze for too long. I quickly looked away, my hands now fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve, trying to make it look like I wasn't about to lose control.
"Really," i added, but the crack in my voice betrayed me.
"You're not okay. What's the problem? I'm not used to seeing you like this," he said, looking into my eyes. I almost looked away, unable to hold his gaze.
"Take me home first, Gael, I'm tired," I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I immediately felt guilty when I saw the sadness on his face.
Sorry, Gael, but I need to do this. I never planned on liking you, but what can I do? I'm slowly starting to like you, but I need to prioritize the real reason why I came here.
I glanced at the clock, my heart sinking when I realized how late it was. I fiddled with the strap of my bag, avoiding Gael's gaze. My fingers felt cold, despite the warmth of the room. I could feel the weight of every second dragging me down, the excitement from earlier fading into something heavier, like a thick fog settling over my chest.
"Guess I should head back," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. The words felt like an anchor, pulling me away from something I wasn't ready to leave. I flashed a brief smile, but it didn't reach my eyes.
Gael's face fell as soon as I spoke. I didn't need to look at him to know. The disappointment hung between us, unspoken but impossible to ignore.
"Is that so? Uh, about the date... Are you free tomorrow? It's fine if you're not." he said.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard his words, and I could feel a rush of warmth spreading across my cheeks. For a moment, I just stared at him, not trusting my own voice. Then, I nodded quickly, a grin pulling at the corners of my lips.
"Yes," said, the word tumbling out before I could stop myself. My hands suddenly felt restless, and I caught myself clasping them together to stop them from trembling. There was a flutter in my chest, something light and bright, like the first rays of sun breaking through a cloudy sky.
As I looked at Gael, the excitement bubbled up inside me, and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, the sound more like a soft exhale of relief. This-this felt right.
Without thinking, I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him. His warmth engulfed me, the steady beat of his heart pressing against my chest. I could feel the tension in my shoulders ease as I melted into the comfort of his embrace, letting the world outside fade away for a moment. My face rested against his shoulder, and for a few seconds, it was as if everything else didn't matter.
"Thank you, Gael. For everything," I whispered to him, still wrapped in his arms.
His arms tightened around me, and I held on just a little longer, not wanting to let go. The quiet between us spoke louder than words ever could, a reassurance I didn't realize I needed.
Ilang oras lang ang lumipas at agad na kaming nakarating sa tapat ng mansion namin. Sa halos dalawang oras na biyahe, puro kwentuhan at tawanan lang ang ginawa namin.
"Mauna na ako, Gael. Ingat ka," wika ko rito. Bababa na sana siya upang pag-buksan ako ng pinto, pero inunahan ko na siya. Natawa na lamang ako nang makita kong nakabusangot siya habang bumabalik sa loob ng sasakyan. "Kita tayo bukas ah," wika pa nito. Tumango naman ako rito bago nagsimulang maglakad palayo.
Pagpasok ko pa lamang ay agad kong naabutan si Mama na nakaupo sa sala set, hindi mapakali at pabalik-balik ang tingin sa selpon niya na nakapatong sa lamesa. Natigil lamang siya nang mapansin ang aking presensya.
"Keyla, thank God andito ka na," nag-aalala itong lumapit sa akin.
Kunot ang noo ko dahil sa sinabi niya.
"Bakit po?" tanong ko.
Natahimik ito bago bumuntong hininga, "Si Aleesa, galit na galit siya sa'yo. Pagkatapos niyo umalis ni Gael, sumunod si Aziel, mas lalo lamang nagalit si Aleesa dahil akala niya susundan ka ni Aziel," wika nito. Hindi ko agad na-proseso ang lahat ng sinabi nito.
Subrang sakit na ng ulo ko sa mga nalaman, may kailangan pa akong gawin-ang report ko tungkol sa mga Castillano's. Mabuti na lang talaga, mayroon pang dalawang buwan bago magsimula ang pasukan. Marami pa akong oras.
"Ma, I'll go upstairs first," I said. She nodded in response, but before I could fully go up, she spoke again.
"Keyla, avoid Aleesa for now. You don't know her completely, and she might do something to you," she said. I didn't respond, knowing that it would only extend our conversation.
I still had so much to do. Shit, I almost ran the distance from where I was standing to my room when I suddenly remembered that I had hung up on Sevi earlier without any explanation. Damn it.
Nang makarating na ako sa tapat ng aking kwarto, hindi na ako nagdalawang-isip at agad na akong pumasok. Dumiretso ako sa banyo upang maglinis ng katawan. Alas dos y medya pa lamang ng hapon, pero inaantok na ako. After I cleaned myself, I immediately opened my laptop to call Sevi. I'm sure he's already annoyed with me.
I immediately called him using my laptop. Thank God, he answered my call. As soon as he answered, I was greeted by his furrowed brows, clearly annoyed with what I did to him earlier.
His brows were drawn together in a deep furrow, jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might shatter his own teeth. His voice, though controlled, was sharp—each word laced with suppressed fury. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, then pointed a finger at the screen. [Why did you hang up on me earlier? Do you even realize how important that call was?] he snapped, his tone rising. [Goodness, Keyla! What the hell is wrong with you?!]
I closed my eyes at his words, guilt tightening in my chest. I knew I was at fault—but didn't he realize I only did it to protect our agency, especially the mission we both shared?
"Sorry, let me explain," i said, my voice low and cautious, hoping he'd hear the sincerity laced in my tone
Nanatili lamang seryuso ang mukha nito habang nakaharap sa camera,"Kasi, may kasama ako kanina. Alam mo naman diba na hindi nila puwedeng malaman ang tungkol dito," paliwanag ko habang nakayuko, pilit iniwasan ang titig niya sa screen.
Bumuntong-hininga siya, isang malalim at mabigat na paghinga na tila pinipigilan ang sariling sumabog pa. Kita ko sa screen kung paanong bahagya siyang tumalikod, saka may kinalikot sa computer niya. Tahimik lang ako sa kabilang linya, pinili kong huwag magsalita habang hinihintay ko siyang matapos—ayokong maabala siya lalo, lalo na't halata kong sinusubukan niyang pakalmahin ang sarili.
Ilang minuto pa lang ang nakalilipas nang muli siyang humarap sa screen, seryoso ang mukha at tila mas kalmado na kaysa kanina. "I'll send the files to you," aniya sa mababa ngunit diretso niyang tinig, sabay tingin sa akin na para bang sinisiguro kung handa na ba akong tanggapin ang susunod na impormasyon.
Tumango na lamang ako bilang tugon, ngunit ramdam ko pa rin ang tensiyon sa pagitan naming dalawa. Tahimik siyang nakatitig sa akin, para bang may gusto pa siyang sabihin ngunit pinipigilan lang niya. Ako naman, iniwas ang tingin at nagkunwaring abala sa pagtingin sa screen ng laptop ko, umaasang kahit papaano ay humupa na ang galit niya.
Hindi ako komportable tuwing nag-aaway kami ni Sevi. Si Sevi na ang naging kaibigan at kakampi ko sa mga nakaraang taon, halos sabay lang kami nang sumapi sa agency na pinagtra-trabahoan namin ngayon. Naiintindihan ko naman siya kung bakit siya nagalit sa akin, alam kong importante sa kaniya ang aming misyon, at ganun din naman ako.
Binuksan ko ang files na sinend nito sa akin, lukot ang mukha ko habang binabasa ang mga detalye. Tangina, nakakalito ang mga impormasyon tungkol sa Castillano's."Is this a death certificate?! What the hell is this?!" i muttered, my frustration growing as I stared at the unexpected document in front of me.
"You're right, that's a death certificate of the boss of bosses in the Castillano's Empire. Sergio Castillano, born on September 29, 1920, died on October 23, 2015. Cause of death: he was shot multiple times by an unknown killer and suffered a heart attack at his own hospital!"
My eyes widened in shock as I gazed at him. "Mysterious killer? Fuck."
Marami pa akong nabasa tungkol kay Sergio Castillano. Meron pala siyang dalawang anak, tatlong apo, at puro lalaki. Yun nga lang, confidential—walang pangalan, kahit nickname man lang.
"Yeah, meron siyang dalawang anak at tatlong apo. Dalawa sa panganay, at isa naman sa bunso niyang anak," sagot nito habang nakatingin sa computer niya.
Halos tatlong oras din ang tinagal ng tawag namin ni Sevi, marami kaming pinag-usapan tungkol sa mga Castillano.
Hindi ko man lang naisipang mag-gabi na din pala. "I'll talk to you if I have spare time, alright?"
"You'll be busy?" tanong ko rito. Tumango naman ito bago ako nginitian.
"I will, take care of yourself there, Keyla," wika nito bago pinatay ang tawag.
My eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, and I found myself struggling to keep them open. A yawn escaped my lips, and I rubbed my eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion pull me into a deep, inviting slumber. I fought off the drowsiness, but no matter how hard I tried, the darkness slowly began to consume me.
When I woke up, it was already morning. My head and neck were aching terribly. Nakatulog pala ako sa aking swivel chair, napaungol ako ng mahina habang marahan kong minasahe ang aking leeg na kumikirot at tila pumipintig sa sakit.
Pilit kong inaalala ang lahat ng napag-usapan namin ni Sevi kagabi. Oo nga pala—tungkol iyon sa tunay na may-ari ng organisadong grupo ng mga Castillano, isang impormasyong maaaring magbago sa lahat ng alam ko.
Tumayo ako at marahang lumakad papunta sa aking kama, para bang hinihila ng pagod ang bawat hakbang ko. Pagkabagsak ko sa kama, napangiwi ako sa sakit—bahagyang kirot ang gumapang sa likod ko, at halos mapaiyak ako sa hapdi.
Sanay na ako sa sakit dahil simula't sapul pa lamang umikoy na ang buhay ko sa halos patayan na mga training bago maging ganap na agent. Ilang buwan na din akong nakatambay sa bahay, hindi ko man lang nagamit ang mga kasanayang pinaghirapan kong matutunan, at yun ang kinakatakutan ko dahil para bang unti-unting kinakalawang ang katawan lalo na't hindi ko na ito nagagamit sa mga nakalipas na buwan.
Napasulyap ako sa orasan habang pinipigilan ang antok alas siyete bente kwatro na pala ng umaga. Shit. Halos takbuhin ko na ang pagitan ng kama ko patungong CR, saka ko lang naalala may lakad nga pala ako ngayon kasama si Gael!
Nang matapos na akong maligo, hindi na ako nagpatumpik-tumpik pa at agad na akong nagbihis. Mabilis ang kilos ko, tila ba bawat segundo ay mahalaga, ayoko siyang paghintayin.
I slipped into my outfit for the day—a black cropped knit sweater that hugged my arms but left just enough of my waist exposed to feel a little daring. Underneath, the strap of my black cami peeked out from the wide V-neck, adding to the effortlessly layered look.
I paired it with my favorite high-waisted pleated skirt, the fabric crisp and structured, swaying slightly as I moved. All black, all sharp—it made me feel confident, like I was ready to own the day.
Sinulyapan ko nang tingin ang selpon ko nang marinig ang bahagyang pag ring nito, nagmadali na ako ng makita ang mga messages at missed calls galing kay Gael
10+ messages from Gael na maasim
15+ missed calls from Gael na maasim
To: Gael na maasim
Gm, sorry late reply, shuta kakagising ko lang, paalis na ako huhuhu wait me nalang.
From: Gael na maasim
Hello, good morning, it's fine. Why did you sleep late? Come here, I'm already downstairs.
To: Gael na maasim
Sure na yan? :(
From: Gael na maasim
Yes, so come here now.
I rushed to get ready, and it didn't take long for me to finish. I quickly grabbed my black LV sling bag and immediately left the room.
As I was leaving the room, I immediately saw Ate Aleesa, who seemed like she was about to go downstairs too.
Her nose was red, and her eyes were puffy. She was about to speak, but nothing came out. My forehead creased in confusion because of this.
Gusto ko sanang magtanong rito ngunit mas pinili ko na wag nalang muna, nagmadali na akong bumaba. I headed downstairs and saw Gael chatting with Mom. As soon as they spotted me, Gael jumped up, as he greeted me, and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Saan ba kayo mag d-date?" nang-aasar akong nginisihan ni Mommy kaya napanguso naman ako dahil rito habang si Gael naman ay tinawanan lamang ang naging reaksiyon ko.
Mahina ko namang tinampal ang braso nito bago napag-pasiyahang umalis.