But before Lucas can do or say anything else, his eyes widen and in one quick motion he’s pulled off me by the collar of his shirt. I see Kuya, eyebrows drawn, nostrils flaring, with all the promised violence of a raging bull. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I have never felt so helpless as I watch Lucas being flung at the other side of the room as if he were a rag doll and not a man. I have never seen Kuya so mad. He’s fuming and I feel rooted on the spot. This can’t be happening. Not now.
Lucas looks like he’ll piss himself from where he stands. I hear footsteps behind me, and from the corner of my eye, I see Ate Nikki and Kuya Paolo, both in shock. Maybe it’s the physicality of it all, or the wildness in Kuya’s eyes. All of us being reminded that Kuya is a big, muscled man. Watching
