The Secret Adobo Wars
Kate Osias
Konting Asin
The writhing mass of tentacles attempted to clamber out of the large clay pot, even as Soledad snapped the rubbery appendages back with her reed-thin
pudlos. It would have been easier to cook pugita if it were dead, but getting this particularly recalcitrant pugita to that state was fraught with all sorts of perils and complications more
convoluted than what Soledad’s formidable mind had projected.
Even as bakunawa, all she could do was to bind him to his last configuration. She knew better than to expect a leviathan’s curse to hold Enrique down for long.
“Yield, Husband.” Soledad struck a slithering tentacle. “Just yield.”
The pugita burst into action. Soledad was momentarily overwhelmed with limbs that twisted, grappled and splattered
