Jericho just stared at the plastic filled with chicharon, rice crispies and buko pie but he didn't accept it. The man was shocked and I wondered why he was so angry. I did a favor and he shouldn't be really angry.

“I didn't say buy me,” he just rephrased what he could have said earlier but it was too late because my feelings were hurt.

“There was nothing wrong with what I did, Jericho.” Of course I reasoned.

“You just thought that, Kylie. If you are used to your husband being ready to accept everything, don't do that to me. It's insulting,” he said.

“Insulting? In what way?”

“I'm a...