"Are you looking forward to your birthday, hija?" manang asked me. I was sitting in front of the cleaner while he was behind, combing my hair.
I sighed heavily.
"Of course, Manang."
"You'll be a perfect young lady. Sure, you'll have more lovers. Choose well, huh? Don't be like Harris," she reminded, glancing once at my reflection in the mirror. I just nodded. Well, she has a point. But even if he didn't say it, I really won't cut people like Harris.
Before going to bed, Manang delivered milk to Wamilda as usual. But I didn't fall asleep early. I just stayed on the veranda while browsing my social media accounts. Because I'm not sleepy yet and I can't do anything.
A cold wind blew. I brushed the strands of hair that covered my face and tucked them behind my ears. I also adjusted the tie of the robe.
Out of nowhere, I searched Reilan's name on Facebook. I saw you immediately.
