Imagine You & Me Page #4

favorite pasta when I came home.

He said he would abstain from eating

so that he could eat all of

my cooking when I arrive.

But when I arrived,

he was already dying.

Poor man. He died

with an empty stomach.

That's why I've been cooking for him

in his every death anniversary.

Oh! I have a guest.

My stepson is here, alright?

My goodness, Auntie! Why didn't

you tell me you have a guest?

All right, I'll be cleaning then.

Clean the rooms first.

Uh, leave the guest room

for the meantime, alright?

Because there is...uh...an issue

of privacy with my husband's son.

Got it, Auntie.

-All right. I'll be heading out first.

-Thank you.

O-OK.

Auntie, my you-know-what, alright?

-My request. Auntie.

-Yes, yes.

Thank you.

My dearest Andrew...

If the letter is not yours,

do not read.

That's what I said.

There.

It's so tiresome.

Why is there no one calling yet?

Why do dimples only appear when you smile?

Why is there no dimples when you are sad?

Why is that so?

In case I was late

And you let go

Even if our feet have different steps

I will still come along with you

What's happened with the two of you?

Why do you seem sad at the park?

Nice phone, huh?

Huh?

Am I imagining again?

Wait.

Are you not an imagination?

Are you real now?

-You're not an imagination?!

-What imagination? Are you high?

Hi?

Hi to you too.

What are you doing here?

Uh-uh...whatchamacallit...

I'm the housekeeper here.

And why do you have my phone?

That's the point. It's a long explanation

but... How should I start? Uh...

Well, you can start by

giving me my phone back.

What happened was...uh...

I was at the park the other day.

Then, I saw you.

Looks like you were

waiting for someone, right?

Then, I...

I just saw you.

I wasn't looking at you, alright?

Then, there's a lady who approached.

-So, you stood up.

-Hello, hi, yes.

-I was at your station two days ago.

-Sta-Station?

-I-I reported my bag was stolen.

-Stolen.

-I found the thief.

-Hey, it wasn't me.

-She's here...

-Wait a second!

-in the house where I'm staying.

-It wasn't me!

-Yeah. Apparently, she works here.

-Hey, it wasn't me!

It wasn't me you're looking for.

-Yes.

-It wasn't me!

What the heck! Cut it out!

-It really wasn't me!

-Get off me!

My God! What are you doing to Gara?

Andrew, what are you doing?

Auntie, she's the one who stole my bag.

Huh?

I'm not the thief, alright?

I just saw you both. Then you went

after the snatcher and I followed you.

Really? If you're not an accomplice,

why did you follow?

Gara.

Is this true?

I am just poor, yes.

I need money.

I came to this very faraway country,

I suffered to be away from my family

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