NAGKIBIT-BALIKAT lang si Art tsaka pumulot ng piraso ng gulay mula sa bowl. Inangat niya rin ang baso ng pineapple juice roon para uminom, nang mapa-lingon siya roon sa living room ay mabilis niyang na-pansing naka-bukas pala ang pinto roon.
"She left and didn't care to close the door," bulong-bulong niya.
Naglakad siya patungo roon, hinawakan ni Art ang doorknob para sana isara ngunit mabilis na kinalabit ng boses ni Jane ang tainga niya. Hindi pa ito tuluyang umalis?
Dinig niya kaagad ang tinig nitong tila nakiki-pagdiskusyon, maybe she's talking with her parents. Madalas ito lang naman ang nakaka-sagutan nito sa telepono. He is not planning to eavesdrop but after he heard her talking about him and the misfortune happened to him at the car park-- the doubt in his chest ignited once again.
"He's fine now. You really don't have to worry," she paused from hissing on the speaker. "Kaya nga ako pumunta rito, Josh. I wanna check him if he's alright. Huwag ka nang mag-alala." She pause
