Chapter EighteenPichi-Pichi
2 cups of cassava, grated
1 cup of sugar
2 cups of water
1 cup of coconut, grated
1/2 teaspoon of lye water
1/2 teaspoon of buko-pandan essence
Lucas freaking Benitez
a sticky situation
The morning after, I text Kuya that I’ll hitch a ride with Issa on my way home, which is fine by him since Mama asked him to carry out a few errands for her.
It’s Sunday and I haven’t seen him for more than a day and yet it feels longer. His words and his absence have that kind of effect. As if there’s a great distance between us and I have lost sense of time.
Even when I was with the girls, my mind kept on circling back to him. I’ve been so used to waking up to his text, so used to hearing his voice before I sleep, that I still find myself waiting for a text, or a cal
