Chapter 3

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I was immediately welcomed by Tita Marga the moment Kevin and I walked in the door.

Niyakap niya ako tapos hinalikan.

Ang akala niya ay hindi ako darating.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," I lied.

Thankfully, she didn't see Kevin roll his eyes.

Niyaya niya kami sa dining area.

Nandoon na si Tracy at ang mga barkada niya.

They were eating chips and drinking beer.

Naggigitara ang isang lalake at kumakanta naman ang mga babae.

Photograph ang kinakanta nila.

I quickly scanned the room.

Wala pa si Lee.

I felt relieved.

Inisip ko na baka hindi siya pumunta pero imposible iyon.

Pangalawang nanay niya na si Tita Marga at tight-knit ang family nila.

Maliban sa mga nasa ibang bansa, nakilala ko na silang lahat when we were secretly dating.

Best friend ang pakilala niya sa akin sa mga ito.

There were some who were suspicious because they judged me on how I look.

I was never feminine to begin with.

Butch na talaga ako noon pa.

Si Kevin lang talaga ang may alam tungkol sa relasyon namin.

Nagtapat sa kanya si Lee.

Nag-away kami noong time na iyon at nakita niya na ito na umiiyak.

Dahil sa sobrang sama ng loob ay napaamin siya dito.

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"Hi, Sid." Iniwan ni Tracy ang mga barkada niya at lumapit sa akin.

Hinalikan niya ako sa pisngi.

Malambing na talaga siya sa akin noon pa.

Nagseselos nga si Lee kasi super affectionate ito sa sa akin.

Lagi niya tinatanong kung bakit ganoon na lang kung maglambing sa akin ang pinsan niya.

Napansin ko rin na kapag wala si Lee ay lagi itong nakadikit sa akin pero hindi ko binibigyan ng malisya.

Hinila niya ang braso ko at sinabi na ipapakilala sa mga barkada niya.

I waved hello to all of them after I was introduced.

A few of the girls have this weird smile on their faces.

I wondered if it was because I wore a blue fitted Henley shirt with the sleeves pulled up to my elbows, dark jeans and red runners or if it was because my head had a close shave but the top was very long?

I couldn't tell and I don't care.

This reaction wasn't new to me anyway.

Since I was flat chested and had a lean body, if I don't start speaking, most people always assumed I was a man.

A sweet voice and Tita Marga's high-pitch greeting made me turn around.

Even if I didn't look, I would always know who that voice belonged to.

It was from the same person who always made my heart skip a beat.

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