Nasa market kami ngayon ni Noah. Naaya ko siya na bumili ng sangkap sa pasta na gusto ko lutuin para sa miryenda. Ayaw niya pumayag nung una pero sa huli ay naawa ata sakin at pinag bigyan ako. My craving for a simple street food paste had led us to the bustling market section, a world away from our gilded lives. Alam ko na pag uusapan na naman ang paglabas namin na ito pero gusto ko kasi talaga ng pasta eh.“I told you, it’s got to be malunggay leaves, not spinach,” Noah insisted, his voice rising now. We are here now surrounded by colorful stalls, each offering a tantalizing array of local ingredients.“Spinach is healthier, Noah. It’s packed with iron.” Sagot ko, aba kailangan ko pa ding imaintain ang body ko since may mga shooting pa din ako this month. Kaso ay ayaw niya magpatalo, alam nyo naman ang ugali niya. A small crowd had begun to gather, their eyes wide with amusement and disbelief. Of course, here were two of the most recognizable faces in the country, arguing over a b
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