Epilogue

When I was a child, I find love stories cliche. Until my parents broke up, there, I hereby hated love.

I was still a little when I became bitter. Whenever I see young lovers, I picked something and throw it at them. Until one day, I eavesdropped. They were talking about my Dad and someone's Mom who are now happy with themselves and doing their illegal deeds.

“So the Señor Marcil was left for that Chiongson man? 'di na baleng iwan ang lalaking totoong nagmamahal sa iyo para lang sa negosyong druga? Nakakaawa naman iyong mga bata, lalo na si Tamila, kegandang bata na iyon.” 

Tamila Marcil. . . 

Starting that day, I started to ask some people about that girl but the girl was nothing but a home girl. She was over protected by her father and her two older brothers which are twins. 

Years passed by quickly for me because I guess I had fun, I had fun on