64 - Karma

SEBASTIAN EDISON SIERRA

I snapped out when I heard Hari’s laugh. “Alam mo bang tumawag si Tita Sam, nagtataka kung bakit may mga ladies bags, shoes, and clothes ang lumalabas sa bank statement ni Baste, akala niya bakla si Baste. That was epic!” Tawang-tawa si Hari nang i-kwento iyon habang nakasakay kami ng sasakyan pauwi.

“Bakla?” Tanong ni Haven at nakitawa na rin kay Hari.

Haven poked me from the backseat as I drove, her voice teasing. “Uy, bakla!” she called out with a smirk. I clenched my teeth and glared at her through the rearview mirror, but she only laughed harder, clearly enjoying my reaction.

Despite my efforts to ignore her, her teasing continued until we arrived at the mansion. As soon as we stepped inside, Haven wasn’t letting up. Her laughter and jabs about me being “Bakla” echoed through the hallways.

“Baste!” she shouted, but I went straight to my room, trying to escape her relentless teasing.

“Baste! Ano ba ‘yan! Ang bilis mo naman maglakad!” she yelled after