NAPAMURA NANG SUNOD-SUNOD SI CARA SA KANYANG ISIP. She doesn’t like the way her parents and brother look at her. It is already past eight o’clock. Kanina pa umalis ng bahay nila si Silas. That jerk left her sitting in a hot seat—in front of her parents, and she didn’t know what to feel under their teasing gazes. All she could do is lower her head to avoid their eyes.
Andres spoke first. “So… Silas is courting you.”
She looked up at her brother to glare at him. “He was not courting me,” she hissed between her gritted teeth. “Ikaw ang mas nakakakilala sa kanya, Kuya. Tingin mo ba hindi naglalaro ang ungas na ‘yon? And why are you smirking, huh?”
Andres didn’t answer her, instead, he sat on the sofa right beside her. He crossed his long legs before turning his head to her direction. “Dahi
