Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )

Chapter 8 : Red-orange affection

Arc 2 | Tertiary Effect

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I pulled kuya Greg's sleeves and stare at him "w-wait" I called and he stopped before even twisting the door handle.

I breathed heavily while holding my chest.

"Seriously, you went here with only your butler to get me remember? Why are you so scared right no--"

"Because!" I exclaimed and held his hand while mine is trembling.

"Because I'm scared..."

I stare at kuya Greg's eyes, but my vision was somehow blurry and my cheeks were wet.

He sighed "okay, okay" he said and pulled me somewhere.

He took me to a party of the building where two vending machines and three benches were.

He made me sit down one of them and Davao started wiping my sweat.

Cebu simply stood by the side, waiting for kuya Greg's orders.

"You need to calm yourself" he said and gave Cebu a coin and he immediately went to the vending machine to get a drink.

Kuya Greg kneeled down and held my hand "I think you're just traumatized from what I did"

I bite my lower lip "I'm sorry"

"It should be me who's apologizing, I was rash and dumb" he said and started massaging my palms.

Cebu then gave me a mango flavored juice, he doesn't say much but I can tell he's telling me to be okay now.

I smiled and took it, nodding at him from his kind gesture.

"Kuya" I called.

Kuya Greg faced me "yeah?"

I leaned close and press my forehead against his "mahal Kita, kuya..."

Like Japan the other day.

Kuya was silent for a moment, he was shaken but kept his position.

I had my eyes closed when I said it but as a minute pass by, I slowly opened them and stare at kuya.

His expression was both surprised and taken aback, yet a hint of pink was painted on his cheeks.

"S-suddenly saying such things, what the hell?" He said while looking away and covering half his face.

What did I do?

Oh, maybe he isn't used to a family affection...

I smiled at kuya "I'm okay now, I think I finally calmed down"

Kuya Greg scoffs still with the pink paint on his cheeks.

I stood up and followed him again, taking a big gulp with the drink that Cebu bought for me.

"Ready?" He asked and I nodded in response.

"Yes, kuya"

He sighed and pats my head before slowly pushing the door open.

We were greeted with a light then the scary gazes the four people gave.

Papa ASEAN was sitting on his chair, Indonesia and Malaysia sitting besides each other on the left couch and Singapore on the right couch.

I gulped and shrink between my shoulders.

"Hmp!" Malaysia loudly scoffs.

I sat on the couch where Singapore is and kuya Greg sat on a single couch that's between the double couch on both sides and the one that faced the desk of papa ASEAN.