"Is he ready for the departure?"
I cleared my throat, "N-he's in the room." I said and immediately averted my eyes from my brother.
"What is he doing there? I'm here oh. Also, it's refreshing. Won't he join us for dinner?"
I shrugged cooly even though inside I was so nervous. I just pretended to put food on my plate.
This is one of Sabrina's habits. Too curious. So I had to be triple careful not to let him know.
"I don't know." "No, 'e. I smell something. Ate, tell me, did you and Kuya Khalid fight?"
I stopped putting rice on the plate because of my brother’s question. When I recovered, I lowered the bag of rice and then I had the courage to meet my brother's gaze even though my heart was already pounding with extreme nervousness.
I was about to speak when I heard my wife's familiar
