Chapter 5.



"What are you doing here, bitch?"

Parang natauhan ako nang may tumawag sa akin. I looked around and stopped dead on my tracks when I recognized him

I regonized a familiar gorgeous face, messy jet black hair, red lips with its' oh-so-familiar-bad-boy smirk and grey eyes .

"Andrew!?" hindi makapaniwalang tanong ko.

"If you're talking about Andrew Salvador. Oh yeah, baby. The one and only" He was smirking but then he flashed his mouth-watering smile that could make panties scattered all around the floor.

I gaped at him.

"Jesus, bitch. Don't gape at me like i'm freaking Zeus from Mount Olympus. Where's my hug?"

I chuckled and ran towards him. I hugged him tightly. "You, Asshole! Hindi ka na nagbago! Still managed to blurt Jesus' name before a shit. Still the Andrew fucking Salvador." I call him that and she calls me 'bitch' it's somehow our endearment.

He chuckled. He put his hands on my shoulder and started to scrutinize me. "What!?"

He frowned then smirked. "I missed you."

I laughed. "Wait, what the hell are you doing here?"

Umupo kami sa isang bench. "I went to my daughter's teacher. Some piano performance.."

"Oh, I remember. Ginger, isn't it? How old is she now?"