CHAPTER FIFTY: NEXT DOOR

I was surprised of what he said. And I can’t even digest the words he have told me. My brows automatically furrowed when I saw him grinning already.

This stranger must be idiot!

“Do you know each other?” Istanio asked as he joyfully approached us —now with his curious expressions. I looked away and packed my food instead. I quickly went to my things and carry them all at once. I feel my pocket vibrated and read the message which Camila had sent.

Camila:

Are you still mad at me?

I pressed keys on my dial pad and it took three rings before she could answer. I heard him heaved a sigh and utter a small voice. “Sorry.”

“No. You don’t have to be sorry. I’m the one at fault. I’ll be visiting you every Sunday. If it’s okay with you,” I said in a calm voice. I can’t avoid sometimes of being worried whenever she’s like this. She always apologize, though in the first place I understand everything and it made me feel guilty cause she made covered my mistakes from any circumstances.

I heard