Chapter XVII

Ilang beses kong tinitigan 'yung singsing na nasa daliri ko. He was not joking when he proposed to me. And it was still vivid in my head how he said those words to me like I mean everything to him. My heart fluttered again at that thought.

"Patingin nga uli." Kanina pa ako kinukulit ni Kiana, lalo na nang makita niya ang singsing. She couldn't believe it, too.

Napatingin ako sa kanya. Medyo nahahalata na rin ang baby bump niya. May mga iilan na mapanghusga siyang tinitingnan. I wanted to rip of those faces! As if they knew what she went through.

She looked at my hand again for the second time. "Talagang gusto ka ng itali, huh," aniya. Tahimik pa rin ako.  "But, Jezrel I know Dwight is a good man. Pero, hindi ba maaga pa para d'yan?"

I've been thinking of that, too since we came back. He wanted to marry me. It has been his plan, he told me. Marriage was sacred thing. I knew it.

"I know, Ki," I told her. 

"Alam mo naman pala, e hindi