"After the wedding, Rod and I didn't live in the same roof. Rod left and went back to the Philippines while I stayed in the US for 2 years."
I remained quiet as I listened to her.
"I didn't go back because I was so angry that I got married to him."
"I thought you used to like Rod?" I asked. I still remembered how clingy she was to Rod back then.
"Why would I like him? He has a bad attitude, he's arrogant, and conceited," she said, furrowing her brow.
I chuckled.
That's Rod. That's how Rod was when I first met him.
"And he's disgusting. He’s kissing different girls at the bar, so why would I like him? But that's what dad said so who am I to say no?"
I met her dad. Her dad is the type of person you wouldn't dare disobey. Even I felt scared when he visited earlier. I wouldn't dream of him becoming my dad.
"But while I was in America, I got pregnant," Clarissa said, looking at her child who was now peacefully sleeping in bed.
I looked at her child, whom she named Punn. That's why this chi
