Twenty eight

“Go ahead and eat that, you look like you haven’t eaten in a week,” I said as I handed it to him while serving. I cooked adobo, menudo, and pork sinigang. I wanted to cook shrimp, but he’s allergic to it, he might even die, poor me, I’ll be a widow right away.

“Thank you, I missed your cooking, it’s been a long time since you cooked like this,” he said while scooping some sinigang. I took some fish sauce and squeezed some chili into it, then placed it in front of him. I also poured water into our glasses before sitting down. “Thank you for cooking today,” he said, I just rolled my eyes and he started eating.

“You barely eat, you look like a zombie, anyone who sees you will say that, so finish all of that, I’ll kick you if there’s anything left, don’t try me, I’m telling you,” I threatened him, he just nodded but was also busy eating, so I started scooping some food onto my plate, as he had already put rice on it.

He hardly spoke, it looked like he was really hungry, and maybe it’s