Secretly Married (English)

Chapter 31

After driving for a few minutes, with Phoebe giving Kent directions, she finally told him to park the car.

"Just there. We'll walk to the place," she said.

Kent parked the car and was about to open the door. Phoebe grabbed his arm and tossed him his sun- glasses and hat.

"You'll need these," she said before she got off the car herself.

When they finally arrived at the place Phoebe was talking about, it was teeming with people, which helped Kent keep to himself. Good thing, it was such a sunny day, so the hat and sunglasses didn't exactly look out of place.

"Ooh! Food!" Phoebe exclaimed as they scanned the selection of street food carts. Then she found one that appealed to her. "Wait here," she told Kent. Then she disappeared momentarily into the crowd.

When she reappeared, she had a plastic cup full of sticks of isaw submerged in transparent pinkish liquid.

"I'm so excited, I haven't had these in ages," she said as she took a stick and presented it to Kent. 

"Have you had one of these?"

Kent shook his head. Phoebe threw her head back and laughed. "Come on, Kent, live a little."

"No, Phoebe, tha—"

Phoebe interrupted him by jamming the isaw into his open mouth, so he had no choice but to bite on it and chew. Her eyes widened with excitement as she waited for the verdict. But there came no verbal verdict—just Kent grabbing the stick from her and eating it with gusto. "Yes! It's good, isn't it?"

Kent kept on eating. Phoebe giggled and ate as well. Soon, they were finished with the whole batch.

"Just admit it—you like it," she said, elbowing him as they scanned the other carts.

"Whatever. I'm hungry, so I'm bound to find anything delicious," he said. Phoebe laughed. She knew that Kent hid his enthusiasm so that he could keep his cool.

"Whatever," she mocked him. Kent scoffed and then put his arm around her waist.

"I can't believe you just mocked me."

"Ha—well . . ."

They were walking around and joking with each other when, suddenly, Kent just stopped laughing. "Phoebe?"

"Yeah?"

"We need to go now."

"Why? You haven't even tried the kwek-kwek," she said, pointing toward the round deep-fried orange blobs being sold on the cart facing them.

"Just—let's go, please."

"Why? Why are you such a killjoy?"

"I'm not a killjoy!"

People started looking at the two of them when he said that. Many of them recognized him and started pointing and whispering. Kent took this chance to pull her away.

"Kent! We were having such a great time there."

"I know! I'm sorry. It's just that . . . it's not the place for..."

Kent continued walking toward where they parked the car. Phoebe followed, stomping on the ground like a child. "For what?" she asked.

When they entered the car, Phoebe snatched the keys away from him.

"Hey! Give me the keys!" he said.

"For what, Kent?" she repeated.

Kent let out a huge sigh and shook his head.

"This is not the place for this," he said. "It's as good as any place!"

"Fine! I'm leaving!"

*later*