PART 101 - PINK ROSES

[Knives’ POV]

Pagkatapos kong mailapag ang gamit nya sa gilid ng pintuan ng kwarto nya, which is locked as always, for Christ’s sake, ay bumaba ako sa comedor para kumuha ng brandy.

Hindi ko mapigil ang sarili kong hindi mainis.

“Shoti! Look at these flowers, pink roses! Grabe, ang gaganda! This symbolizes love in Chinese, 'di ba? Ang sweet ng manliligaw ni Shobe,” looking very thrilled while trimming the ends of its stems. “And so gwapo! Bagay sila ni Shobe.”

“Chinese ba ‘yung lalake?”

“No, I think Japanese. Half. Seiji Mendoza ang pangalan eh. Nakakwentuhan ko na kanina, and take note, he’s a gentleman. Mata-type-an sya ni Tita Marisa. Did you see his car outside? Lexus. I think mayaman," she seems convinced.

I scoffed. I can buy more expensive than that in a heartbeat. “Baka yakuza ‘yan. Sindikato. Drug lord.”

“Grabe ka naman,” silip nya sa living room, inirapan pa ako. “Baka marinig ka.”

“Well, everyone is entitled to his own opinion."

Nangiwi sya. “Pareho kayo