Maid in Manila, Loved in Secret
“Do I look not okay?”
She quickly shakes her head. “No, sir. You look… fine.”
Exactly. I look fine. Because I am fine.
This is fine.
Everything is fine.
Except it’s not.
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By lunchtime, my patience is wearing thin. Every little thing annoys me the sound of the air conditioner, the clicking of keyboards outside, the faint aroma of coffee.
Coffee.
I curse under my breath. Even coffee reminds me of her now.
Because this morning, before I left the house, I caught her humming in the kitchen while pouring coffee into my mug. Parang wala siyang pakialam na may dragon sa paligid angbm that's me. Carefree. Smiling.
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