“Open your eyes.”
“How did you know I was closing them?” pikit mata niyang tanong.
“You’re a scardy cat. I already know that.”
The motorcycle keeps going on and she’s here, closed eyes, and afraid to fall. Hindi niya ala kung paano napapanatili ni Lucifer ang takbo ng motor na hindi sila nahuhulog o natutumbo. Guess it’s really all about balancing when you ride this kind of transportation.
Dahan-dahang dinilat ni Lyla ang kanyang mga mata. Mahigpit ang kanyang pagkakayakap sa beywang ni Lucifer dahil sa takot na baka maaksidente sila. Ngunit lumipas naman na ang limang minuto ay hindi pa naman sila nahuhulog sa bangin.
Kaya dahan-dahang dinilat ni Lyla ang mga mata at tumingin sa paligid. She bit her lower lip.
“I can’t believe riders can ride their motorcycles with this thing on the head,” saad niya dahil iyon ang kanyang unang napansin. “Why does it have to be this heavy?”
“Because that shit protects your head if you ever get into an accident if you don't have any life insuran
