CHAPTER 8

“PASOK!”

I was just standing in front of the door of his house, hesitating whether to go in or just back off and leave. I’m a little nervous.

Hindi pa rin maalis sa isip ko ang... What if he does something bad to me? What if...

“Hindi ka papasok?”

Muli akong napatingin sa kaniya nang magsalita siya.

Alright. His face looks sincere. I couldn’t see anything in his eyes that he was planning to do something bad.

I sighed, then I put my bag on my shoulder and sauntered into his house.

Wow! In fairness. Contrary to what I expected about his house. I mean, they live in a squatters area, so what I was thinking while we were going here was that his house was messy, and... Stinky. Something like that.

Oh! I’m sorry, dear God, if I was too judgmental towards him.

His living room was small, but there was a sofa seat. There is also a TV with an old design. Hindi makalat. Lalo pa at iilang gamit at display lang mayroon siya roon. I only saw one room and then I saw his dining table and the sink