"I-I can't live a life like this," sambit ko kay Mr. Valezarte nang makasakay kami sa kotse niya after ng transaction."You can, mia moglie. You're just getting started," sagot niya bago paandarin ang kotse."I'm not, Mr. Valezarte—""Mr. Valezarte?" kunot-noo niyang tanong sa 'kin. "Who am I to you to call me my surname?""P-Pero—""Answer my question."Lumunok ako ng laway. "M-My husband.""Vedi? Sono tuo marito, mia moglie. Dio mio!" (See? I'm your husband, my wife. Oh my God!) saad ni Mr. Valezarte na tila na-disappoint sa 'kin.Hindi ako umimik dahil hindi ko siya naintindihan."Call me mio morito. Not my name. Not my surname. Mio morito. Capisci?" (Understand?) tila tanong pa niya."Y-Yes. Yes, M-Mio morito," sagot ko na lang."Brava ragazza, mia moglie," (Very good, my wife) puri sa 'kin ni Mr. Valezarte habang hinihimas ang binti ko. "And with that, let's buy all you want, mia moglie. Except gadgets. I want you to feed me with your beauty."Kung pangkaraniwan, baka nagtatatalon
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