After Amber Louise Yzabelle ran away when she knew that she was pregnant and thought her man died in the accident, she started to live independently with her son, Ethan. Until she met Barack, a renowned businessman who was once her boss and she as the secretary became her fiance. As fate plays her so well, they have to deal with a business in the Philippines where Amber originally came from. What if the father of her son was actually alive but did not know that they had a child would cross on her path once again? Would she introduce her son to him or stand that it was hers and Barack's son? Would she forget and bury everything in the past or she will choose to Remember the forgotten? Remember Me, Aly Book 2
view moreI pushed the white window curtain in our room sidewards to check the weather outside. The environment was dark and shady as the sun was covered by full gray clouds. Dry orange leaves scattered along the way and the trees were lifeless, taken by the cold breeze of winter. It's the first week of December and everyone was preparing for the winter season. However, we are doing different. We are scheduled to go to the Philippines for one and a half weeks of Barack's business deal.
Not even a single plan of me to go back there as I have left a lot of miseries and memories. But, as Barack's former secretary and his fiancée, I have to go with him as a support and assistance to a place foreign to him. He has been so good to me and to my son, Ethan since I have met him. I think he deserves my full support even if it would cause me to reminisce my past.
I heaved a deep sigh, pulled back the curtain and fixed the collar of my white turtle neck long sleeve top tucked with black fitted jeans and black tassel loafer with a combination of white on the front. I stepped my foot on the way to the full length mirror and fixed my light brown wavy hair flowing down to my shoulders then tucked it to my ears. I forced a smile before grabbing the winter blazer on the coat hanger beside me. Just in time, the door opened exposing our personal assistant, Elaine.
"Are you ready, Yzabelle?" she asked, walking inside the room, dragging our suitcase. I smiled at her and said, "Yeah, maybe. I was just excited to see our homeland. Please bring the suitcases down and I'll check my son there."
She immediately nodded and did what was told. Elaine is also a Filipina like me who went here in Italy to work. I met her three years ago and decided to hire her as our house keeper and assistant to look after my son, instead. She knew my story and was the same as me with her. I didn't see her only as our helper but also as my friend and companion. Same as well with Charlotte, my friend who helped me to strive here. The two of them filled the emptiness and longing of my friends in the Philippines, Lily and Celestine.
I was already in the doorstep of Ethan's room when I heard a loud bang inside. I hurriedly reached for the cold steel door knob, twisted it and pushed the door open. I groaned when a basketball ball bounced from the ground to my lower chest.
"Sorry, Mom!" Ethan apologised before chasing the ball and took a jump shot, throwing the ball in the air.
"Bingo!" he yelled when it shot into the rim of his mini basketball court in his room.
Ethan was just five years old but was acting like he was ten or twelve. He was a cute young man who loves basketball like his deceased father. I wasn't wrong in giving him the same name as his dad's for they have alike attitudes and faces.
He dribbled the ball with pride while wearing his customized basketball uniform with a print 'Ethan' at the back. I don't know what exactly to react while watching him wearing his winter clothes and shoes underneath his uniform and spiky hair.
"Ethan! Why are you wearing like that? Stop playing. Your Dada Barack is waiting down below," I said, chasing his orange round ball.
He stepped back and crossed over me then made another shot. "Bingo!" he cheered. "See that, Mom? I'm a star!" he continued. I smirked at him and patted his head.
"Come on now, baby. We're in a hurry," I told him and pulled his upper uniform up.
He held my hand and squinted his eyes at me. "I can do it, Mom. I'm big now and I will change my clothes quickly," he assured.
I was about to contradict his decision when the door suddenly cracked open.
"Yzabelle, Sir Barack is asking if we're good to go now," Elaine said, chasing her breath. I nodded at her and pinched my son's cheek. Elena was still really afraid of Barack when he was in a hurry. Such a time conscious half-italian man.
"I'll go back down and assist this little man fixing himself. Okay?" I instructed her which she immediately agreed with. I took a glance at Ethan and shot him a face. "Ethan, make it fast or else I will not let you see your grandparents when we arrive there," I said.
He stood straight and motioned his right hand at the side of his eyebrow, making a salute. "Yes, Mom! Just a minute!" he gasped.
I curved my lips upward and left them in his room alone. Last time, Ethan didn't want to go with us. His nonsense reason? He's tired. So, I told him that he would meet his grandparents there which excites him to go with us. For many years, he was asking me where his dad and grandparents were but I could not answer and explain to him everything. Instead, I introduced Barack, who was my boyfriend that time, as his dad.
The bored Barack sitting on the couch with his all black suit, gray winter jacket hung on his shoulder, legs crossed and right arm rested on the couch's arm rest while checking the time on his wrist watch welcomed me downstairs.
"Amore Mio (My Love), Ethan was just changing his clothes and we're good to go," I distracted him.
He lifted a view, exposing his sexy Dark Hazel eyes. He smiled at me while I was racing my foot to his direction and plopped myself on his side as soon as I reached him. "It's fine. I just calculated the time and I guess it's still early to travel amidst the cold weather," he replied then placed his arm around my shoulders. I smiled at him and leaned my head on his hard chest.
"Thank you for understanding us always, Barack," I whispered. He rested his chin on my head then pressed his lips lightly on it. "Always, Amore (Love). I love you," he replied, taking a breath and continued, "Promise, we won't take long there. We will go back home as soon as possible to avoid your agony. And after this cold winter season, we will be married and be a complete happy family with the little guy, Ethan."
I smiled secretly after hearing his words. I was just so lucky to have him in my life. The one who saved me from grief, agony and tough times. He held my hands and pulled me upwards and made me who I am today.
"Should we change Ethan's surname before or after our wedding?" he suddenly asked. There was a sudden strange feeling inside me that squeezed my heart and entire system. I know Hernandez had died already but it seems so unfair to me if Ethan would use his surname but also unfair on Blake's side if I would change his son's surname to someone's.
I heaved a deep sigh and lifted a view at him. "Maybe after the wedding?" I answered, unsure. So that, I could still have a time to think for the best.
He snuggled up his nose and made a cute figure of his pink thin lips. I chucked at him and held his chin. He smirked then took a peck on my forehead. "Alright then, Mrs. Santiolle," he responded between his warm embrace.
Barack has always been the sweetest man I have met next to my ex-boyfriend. Maybe that was also the reason why I fell for him. We remained in that position for a while until the little man who was racing his foot on the stairs screeched.
"Mom, I'm ready! Let's go!" I took a glance at him who was now wearing his winter jacket, blue pants and white rubber shoes arrogantly. "Ate Elaine, don't forget my Jersey!" he shouted back on the stairs. I smirked while watching my young man running in our direction.
I think it's already the time to face my homeland.
When someone says ‘adulting’, it means backpains. Earlier when I woke up, my lower back was seriously aching. I didn’t know how did it happen because I was just watching movies the whole time yesterday and it seems like so impossible that a couple of minutes while carrying my son was the main cause.I was stretching my body in front of the mirror when Barack disturbed me. “Mi Amore, you all right?” he asked then gave me his morning kiss. He knotted his hands around my waist and looked at me through the mirror’s reflection.“I’m having a backpain.” I held his hand. “But I’m all right. Your comfort eases the pain,” I said with a sincere smile.He kissed my shoulder and lifted his Dark Hazel eyes. “What did you do yesterday? I mean, have you played? Worked? Or carried heavy loads? That might be the cause,” he worriedly inqu
The bumper to bumper traffic tested my patience a lot. The usual fifteen to twenty minutes ride became almost an hour and a half because of rush hours and road interruptions. I texted my son’s phone immediately when we arrived at the condominium, waiting in the lobby. I decided to wait him here to avoid long chats with Blake and waste time as Barack was waiting us in the hotel. A minute after I sent the message, my phone beeped.“Come here upstairs, mom. I am still playing with dude,” it says. I smirked and typed my response. “Don’t use your scheme on me, Blake. My son doesn’t know how to read and type. Bring him here because your extended time is up.”Ethan doesn’t know how to read properly at his young age. He prioritized his play but he thinks very mature than a usual five-year-old kid. The only reason why I put phone on his bag was that for emergency and he can ask someone to read my
Amber’s POV“Hey, Amber!” We got startled when Thunder greeted from our back. Celestine and I were staying here at the living room, planning for a movie marathon while I was patiently waiting until it’s time to pick up my son. Mom and Dad were not around, it was so boring that I have to listen Celestine’s blabbers for the whole time.Thunder gave a short kiss on my cheeks before he sat on Celestine’s side and kissed her baby bump. What a sweet scene that I haven’t experienced during my pregnancy. “Amber, are you the only one who got here? Where’s Ethan?” he asked, shifting glances from Celestines swollen stomach to me.“He’s with Blake,” I replied casually that made his eyes grew in circles.“Did I hear that right?” He tapped Celestine for confirmation which she only answered with a single nod.
Blake’s Point of View Amber had been my life since we’ve met. She was my childhood best friend and my first love. I even proposed to her when we were seven at their wide garden where we usually play. However, a day after, I heard that she and her sister got into accident. That was also the last time that I saw her lovely face. Starting that day, I always get worried, hurt and anxious when I hadn’t saw her for days. I always make a time to peek on their wide metal gate to see if she was already home but years passed by, no Amber-- no Aly, showed up. I became a shit during my freshmen years. Alcohols, cigarettes, gangs and gang wars have been part of my life but never girls. I didn’t cling with women not until my dad let me transfer a school. Few days of my stay was quite boring as I tried to avoid fights for some reasons making some shit of men conclude that I am a fucking gay. Thankfully, I was gifted with masculine body and
I couldn’t explain the extreme gladness that covered me when I saw how happy Ethan was after seeing the sleepy face of Blake. He immediately ran to him and encircled his arms on Blake’s feet. Unable to process the situation, he made a facepalm and blink a few times before he realized that it was all real then he lifted my son and caged him on his arms.“Dude, it’s almost noon and you just woke up? Don’t you have any work to do like my Dada?” Ethan asked. Blake smirked and patted his head. “I have loads of things to do but I prioritized cleaning the place last night because I assumed that my Son will be here soon.” He met Ethan’s eyes. “I didn’t expect it to be an early visit,” he continued with a half-smile.We were visited by an awkward silence for a while before Blake broke it. “Can you please slap me?” he ordered which made our forehead scrunch
It's already late in the evening when I decided to check on my son before I go to bed. Earlier today, when we arrived at the hotel, the three of us talked that no one would tell anything to Barack. We will just let the moment pass and after this, we will forget everything. I mean, I'm not being dishonest to my fiance but I just wanted to be at peace. It's better that he would know nothing about us— Blake, Ethan and I.I reached the cold steel door knob as soon as I found my son's room and twisted it open. What welcomed me was a young man happily playing with his new toys. A smile suddenly made its way to my lips while stepping my foot towards his direction."Still up? Aren't you getting tired for the whole day?" I asked before plopping myself on his bed.He turned his head to meet me. "I love these toys, mom! Dude really is a nice guy because he brought everything that we like! And t
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