CHAPTER 33

"Do you usually cook po?" usisa ni Erom habang mariin na pinanunuod si Valjerome sa kanyang ginagawang pagluluto.

Four days had passed, I could say that my son and ex-husband got closed to each other.

Saglit niyang nilingon ang anak ko at tipid na ngumiti. "Hindi ako palaging nagluluto," sagot niya.

Kita ko ang paniningkit ng mata ni Erom mula sa high chair na inuupuan niya. Nandoon siya sa may L-shaped na center island habang ako naman ay nakaupo sa pwesto ng hapagkainan.

"But you always cook po. You always prepare the food," my son pointed out, confused.

Valjerome giggled and continued cooking. "Because you are special that's why I am the one who cooked the foods," he explained.

"Why am I special?" agad na tanong ni Erom.

Hindi naman agad nakasagot si Valjerome. Slowly, he glanced at my son and forced a smile.

"Because you are..." I saw him gulped. "Cute," he continued.

Napaiwas ako ng tingin nang balingan niya ako ng