CHAPTER 30: SECOND WORD

It was not an ordinary day. I miss looking outside our window. I miss that simple day when I just sit at the corner—off the coast of the sprawling metropolis known as Mahar.

As I open my eyes, I see a light above. It gleams under the harsh lighting and for a moment, the jagged scars of the hole looks like a halo.  It's like the time I fell down the well. But I'm glad I see no Manjies looking at me. I won't be a captor anymore. Not even in my wildest dream. 

"The word is Cywydd. Probably, first used in the 14th century. It's a form of meter in Welsh poetry consisting of rhyming couplets, each line having seven syllables," dinig namin ang boses ni Token na natutulog sa gilid at nakita kong nakapikit pa ito. Halatang masarap pa ang tulog nito at parang nananaginip siya.

I wonder if paano siya pinipressure ng papa niya kasi kahit sa pagtulog ay malalim na bokabolaryo pa rin ang bukambibig.

Pero hindi, naalala kong nagising ako kanina kasi narini