Warning: R18+Ysabelle’s POVKung mayroon man ikakasira ng buhay ko, iyon ay ang pagsagot ng phone call ni mommy. Kaka-graduate ko lang sa Oxford University in the degree of Business Administration, nakaimpake na ang aking tatlong maletang puro branded na mga damit at accessories ang laman at uuwing nakatakas na sa hawla— not until that phone call. That freaking phone call that made me think my youth is over. I was expecting that the call would be something like “we can’t wait to see you” or “tara, mag-celebrate tayo,” but this call is somewhat a TYPICAL phone call in my whole existence. “Ysa, paguwi mo dito, ikakasal ka na.”At first, syempre, natawa ako. Sanay kasi ako na minsan dramatic itong nanay ko dahil nagiisang anak lang naman ako ng mga Guerrero kaya napapaisip yan minsan na hindi niya matanggap na nagdadalaga na ako— not until I was convinced when I heard a serious tone of my daddy saying, “this is a serious matter, Ysa. The company needs us and we need them.”I felt my
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