PART 139 - SUNDAY MASS

The Mass is already deep into the homily when I arrive. Unlike other Sundays na sumasasama ako kay Kataleia, maraming nagsisimba ngayon. Hanggang sa labas ng chapel ang mga tao. My heart is racing as I search for her among the crowd. There she is, ang aking magandang ibon, sitting between Atsi and Seiji.

Seiji. That man could claim any seat in this chapel, yet he chooses to sit right beside her. A mix of annoyance and unease churns in my stomach. I make the sign of the cross and walk over to them.

“Good morning, Mr. Tuazon,” ani Seiji pagkalapit ko sa kanila. “Dito ka na maupo,” tumayo sya at inalok sa akin ang kanyang upuan.

“Good morning, thank you.” I smiled faintly and took the seat he was offering tapos bigla na lang syang nawala nang malingon ako ulit.

“Hi,” bulong ko sa fresh na fresh na babaeng katabi ko ngayon sa upuan na seryosong nakatuon ang tingin sa harap. “Hi, Atsi,” Atsi smirks as I greet her, merely gesturing her hand to the priest giving his sermon.

“Nakakuha ka