THE ATMOSPHERE was unusually calm that evening. Celestine was sitting gracefully on the couch with a cup of tea, while her husband, Lucas, was reading newspapers beside her. Mira was seated next to Ester, who absentmindedly rubbed her baby bump.
Maya maya pa pumasok naman si Ciaran at Lucien. Both are looking slightly tense after a long day. Pero walang pumansin sa dalawa.
Lucien grumbles as he flops into the long sofa opposite their parents. Tumingin siya sa kapatid. “Kuya, bakit parang naging hangin na lang tayo sa harap ng mga magulang natin kapag kasama nila si Mira at Esther?”
Ngumisi naman si Ciaran, glancing at their parents, who were inside, focused on Esther and Mira.
“Well, little brother, maybe that’s what happens when they finally like the women we chose. Big deal ‘yon.”
