SIDAPA
“CAN’T breathe,” I said, and Libulan quickly released the hug. I lied. No one had ever hugged me before so it was an alien feeling. I couldn’t tell if it was comfortable or something I would find displeasing.
Libulan wiped off his tears and sniffed, before flashing a smile. “I’m glad that you’re alive!”
“Sorry for scaring you like that,” I apologized. “That’s why I didn’t want you to see me while I was making the machete. I had a feeling you’d react like this,” I told him.
Libulan pouted, and scoffed at me before stomping his foot. “You should have told me beforehand! What if I actually stabbed you with my spear?”
“Then I will just have to stop you,” I sarcastically replied.