A Wedding in the Big HouseThe sun was hardly up when our group from the village arrived in front of the big house. We paused for a moment and gazed at that old house where generations of village captains were born.
Nana Tale gave each one a probing look. “Are you all here?” she asked.
Tinong could not control himself as he sniggered. “Stop counting, Nana Tale. Not one of your maidens bolted from the group.”
All the single men in the group chuckled in amusement, and even the young women smiled, joining the merry exchange.
Nana Tale furrowed her forehead although she retained the smile on her face. “This impertinent Tinong—such a pest early in the morning.”
“But that’s really what is nagging you, Nana Tale,” piped in the naughty Tinong in mock self-defense. “Since when have you spent ti
