The Governor's Wrath

I bought two tickets going to Bacolod City and asked Ayah to come along to the opened shop, trading some ready-made ladies' dresses and shoes.

"Which one do you like? I think that one with a flowery design, do you like it?"

"Yes Marc, I love that one. By the way, where did you get this money?"

"Remember the money your parents gave to us, I put some in my wallet. Okay then, get it and change your dress at the fitting room, over there and I'll select shoes that suit you."

We finished buying things for Ayah; bought some food delicacies and went onto the bus. I selected the rear seats for us both. I embraced Ayah to rest on my left arm and she falls asleep. A few minutes later, sleep kept on bugging my nerves that I started to close my eyes. But suddenly, my vision focused on a man standing near the ticket booth. He's the man from the chapel! I closed my eyes again, and spotted him, to be sure. Yes, it's him!