"You. You are jealous because you like Lucas…?" Sara's words echoed in Harith's ears.
There was a brief moment of silence, followed by a cough, a choke and sputtering sound.
Bits and pieces of chewed food were sprayed all over the table and floor and some unknown liquid drips from Harith's nose.
Bryce was standing up – prepared to do the Heimlich manoeuvre while patting on Harith's back repeatedly but Harith waved his hands, indicating he is fine.
Sara remained motionless, stupefied at the scene unfolding before her. She has no room to panic. By the time her brain had registered commands for her body, everything was under control. Sara stepped forward and made a step back as she hesitantly tried to grab the kitchen towel to clean up.
Harith went to the sink to wash his face; his eyes were bloodshot red from the coughing, choking and sputtering and thin nasal mucus liquid kept on discharging from his nose.
