She was young, pretty and industrious. Now she had hurriedly and in shame left the household where she grew. She had grown to love that family that she had given her service. She herself was confuse why she had fallen for that man. He was not handsome, but the way he had treated her had made her heart flutter. She had been thinking about him, feeling a bit guilty at first and then one night it happened. He had always looked upon her like she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And in that night, she felt ecstasy, as he caressed her, feeling his quivering hands. And that night she turned into a woman.
They would looked at each other secretly...but then their secret was discovered by her tita...and all the pressures that society could muster had been shot at her..and she left hurriedly like she was some kind of criminal. He had chased her then, but no amount of soft words or promises could let her change her mind. She hated the "maniac". She had seen his broken heart, but she will not bulge a single bit now. She had made up her mind to forget him.
"Wasn't he good (was so good)...wasn't he fine (was so fine)...isn't it madness he can't be mine.." she had sang along this song. as she hurriedly left her home where she grew. And his heart was broken, she knew it, but she wanted no trouble and shame....
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