Sammy's POV
Eleven-thirty when we reached our ancestral house in Laguna. They are all here even Allen’s parents and grandmother. As usual, we talked and greet each other. Our conversation dragged along until lunchtime.
I decided to get out the moment we finished our lunch. I go straight to our backyard where a swing made of rattan is located. It was our favorite swing, me and my siblings. We always fought who should be on the swing when we were kids. I silently sit there and automatically closes my eyes the fresh and cool air dampens on my skin. This is what Manila is lacking. Fresh air.
"What are you doing here, babe?" Allen who is suddenly squatted in front of me quickly asked. And because I am still a bit annoyed at him, I ignored him. "Come on, babe, are you still mad?” I once again pretend I didn’t hear anything. I am still annoyed at what happened. Whether he admits it or not, it was all his fault. We had an agreement.
