The raindrops are like tiny needles stitching my skin, but this did not matter to her, at the height of the heavy rain, twelve o’clock in the afternoon, at the middle of MMDA footbridge, along Araneta Center Cubao- there she confronted her husband.

“Ganyan ka na lang lagi, iiwanan mo kami kung kailan mo gusto? Magsusugal ka na naman Wala ka talagang kwenta. Hayop ka, kailan ka pa magbabago, nagsasawa na’ko sa’yo, iiwan ka na talaga namin ng mga anak mo!

Wala ka nang ginawang tama, tangina mo! Natigil ang panganay natin dahil sa pambabae mo, yung kita ko sa pagtitinda ng yosi, ‘san mo dinala? Kanina ko lang ‘yon nilagay sa pitaka ah!? Wala na ba talaga kong matatago ni singkong duling sa’yo?At kagabi lang, kagabing kagabi lang, san ka pumunta? hinahanap kita, umiiyak si Biboy naghahanap ng gatas, mahiya ka naman.

San ka ba kumukuha ng nilalamon mo araw-araw? Diba sa pinaghihirapan ko. Hayaan mo, makakakain ka mamaya, inutusan ko ng magnakaw si Jason, para malakas katawan mo mamayang magsusugal ka.

Hindi ko na matiis mga ginagawa mo, pag di ako makapagpigil sa’yo sasaksakin na lang kita!! Para matapos na lang din yang kawalang h’yaan mo! Lumayas ka na!

At nakuha mo pa ‘kong basain ng ganito!? Ako na nga ‘tong kinakawawa mo!!”

Her lines are the same yesterday I went there. The same lines I heard just before I went up the footbridge, that is, until now, I went down going home, are the same endless declamation.

Lina, at the middle of that rainstorm (in her heart) confronted her husband. Alone, the raindrops are like tiny needles stitching my skin, but this did not matter to her, at the height of the heavy rain, twelve o’clock in the afternoon, at the middle of the MMDA footbridge, along Araneta Center Cubao.