wasn’t sure what to say. The show had already taken place two months earlier. So far, the next one hadn’t been scheduled. “Don’t forget to move
when the sun gets higher, okay Honey?”
She nodded.
“I know. Let’s drive to Puerto Galera this weekend. I’ll borrow a car from one of the guys,” David tried to mask his worry with a smile. “The
fresh air will be good for you.”
“I’d like that, Honey.”
Shelley loved long drives. Taking the Verde Island Viaduct from Batangas City to Mindoro would be the ideal trip. It was a scenic route through an expanse of sapphire waters
and emerald islands.
“Great.” David brushed strands of hair away from her face. “I checked the fridge. You’ve got one LXR left. That’s for lunch, okay? I have to go.
The briefing for the MetroTarlac project is this afternoon. Remember?”
Her head moved slightly in what David hoped was a nod.
“I’ll be back with your LXR before dinner.”
David was unable to come home early.
His MetroTarlac meeting started late and stretched on. On any other day, David would have been awestruck at the client’s home, a massive ancestral manor in the middle of
a plantation. Instead, he grew uneasy as the shadows lengthened all over the vast property rimmed by the Tarlac construction boom. He attempted to take a peek at his wristwatch. All he saw was a
lighter band of skin.
On the way back to Megapolis Manila, it began to pour. David and the rest of the team got caught in a North Ultra Speedway evening rush compounded by the rain and a
multiple-vehicle collision.
“I wonder if anyone died,” said one of the younger architects as the company shuttle inched past the accident’s scene.
David saw a Mobile Support Unit among the rescue vehicles, and said nothing.
When they reached Bocaue, David left his teammates in the vehicle and ran for the Automated Metro Rail station. From there, he managed to squeeze into a train heading for
Makati.
Still, by the time he reached the Bio Regain Center, the LXR Outlet had closed for the day.
David was welcomed by Sparky’s usual enthusiastic greeting. Half-heartedly, he scratched the dog behind an ear.
“Honey! You’re home,” Shelley called out. She was seated at the dining table.
David was not able to sleep much that night. He couldn’t forget how Shelley had burst into tears when he told her about the LXR. Unable to eat while his wife starved, he
too went to bed without dinner. He listened as Shelley whimpered softly in her troubled sleep. He held her close and tried to comfort her.
The next morning, he found Shelley sitting dejectedly at the dining table, still in the white nightgown she wore to bed. “I’m going to get your LXR.”
“Hurry Honey,” she said weakly. He noticed how pale she was and his heart sank.
Sparky yapped and pawed at his leg. David gave his snowy head a pat before he looked back at Shelley. “I’ll be back soon.”
David took the train to Makati. And walked into the biggest anti-Bio Regain demonstration in the country.
Thousands had gathered before the Center’s main gates. Protestors, already smelling of sweat in the morning sun, chanted “No way! Go away!” The crowd was
peppered with cassocks and habits. A gaggle of reporters interviewed a silver-haired bishop. In another area, a group in dirty robes got ready to crucify some of their brethren in protest.
Above the crowd were the banners.
BIO REGAIN IMMORAL!
NO TO RESURRECTION!!!
GOD ALLOWS DEATH FOR A REASON.
BIO REGAIN = GREED
DIE BIO REGAIN
David struggled through the crowd to reach the visitor’s entrance. “Let me in. Please,” he said to some guards behind the closed gate.
“You!” A student-leader-type pointed at David. “How dare you support Bio Regain’s tyranny?”
People turned to glare at David as though he ate live babies for breakfast.
The young man made his way towards David. “Why do you allow Bio Regain to control you?”
David met
when the sun gets higher, okay Honey?”
She nodded.
“I know. Let’s drive to Puerto Galera this weekend. I’ll borrow a car from one of the guys,” David tried to mask his worry with a smile. “The
fresh air will be good for you.”
“I’d like that, Honey.”
Shelley loved long drives. Taking the Verde Island Viaduct from Batangas City to Mindoro would be the ideal trip. It was a scenic route through an expanse of sapphire waters
and emerald islands.
“Great.” David brushed strands of hair away from her face. “I checked the fridge. You’ve got one LXR left. That’s for lunch, okay? I have to go.
The briefing for the MetroTarlac project is this afternoon. Remember?”
Her head moved slightly in what David hoped was a nod.
“I’ll be back with your LXR before dinner.”
David was unable to come home early.
His MetroTarlac meeting started late and stretched on. On any other day, David would have been awestruck at the client’s home, a massive ancestral manor in the middle of
a plantation. Instead, he grew uneasy as the shadows lengthened all over the vast property rimmed by the Tarlac construction boom. He attempted to take a peek at his wristwatch. All he saw was a
lighter band of skin.
On the way back to Megapolis Manila, it began to pour. David and the rest of the team got caught in a North Ultra Speedway evening rush compounded by the rain and a
multiple-vehicle collision.
“I wonder if anyone died,” said one of the younger architects as the company shuttle inched past the accident’s scene.
David saw a Mobile Support Unit among the rescue vehicles, and said nothing.
When they reached Bocaue, David left his teammates in the vehicle and ran for the Automated Metro Rail station. From there, he managed to squeeze into a train heading for
Makati.
Still, by the time he reached the Bio Regain Center, the LXR Outlet had closed for the day.
David was welcomed by Sparky’s usual enthusiastic greeting. Half-heartedly, he scratched the dog behind an ear.
“Honey! You’re home,” Shelley called out. She was seated at the dining table.
David was not able to sleep much that night. He couldn’t forget how Shelley had burst into tears when he told her about the LXR. Unable to eat while his wife starved, he
too went to bed without dinner. He listened as Shelley whimpered softly in her troubled sleep. He held her close and tried to comfort her.
The next morning, he found Shelley sitting dejectedly at the dining table, still in the white nightgown she wore to bed. “I’m going to get your LXR.”
“Hurry Honey,” she said weakly. He noticed how pale she was and his heart sank.
Sparky yapped and pawed at his leg. David gave his snowy head a pat before he looked back at Shelley. “I’ll be back soon.”
David took the train to Makati. And walked into the biggest anti-Bio Regain demonstration in the country.
Thousands had gathered before the Center’s main gates. Protestors, already smelling of sweat in the morning sun, chanted “No way! Go away!” The crowd was
peppered with cassocks and habits. A gaggle of reporters interviewed a silver-haired bishop. In another area, a group in dirty robes got ready to crucify some of their brethren in protest.
Above the crowd were the banners.
BIO REGAIN IMMORAL!
NO TO RESURRECTION!!!
GOD ALLOWS DEATH FOR A REASON.
BIO REGAIN = GREED
DIE BIO REGAIN
David struggled through the crowd to reach the visitor’s entrance. “Let me in. Please,” he said to some guards behind the closed gate.
“You!” A student-leader-type pointed at David. “How dare you support Bio Regain’s tyranny?”
People turned to glare at David as though he ate live babies for breakfast.
The young man made his way towards David. “Why do you allow Bio Regain to control you?”
David met
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