Mlp Fancy Pants

My partner, Derek Crawford, calls himself a traditional man. On our tenth anniversary, I bought him a pair of his favorite AJ sneakers. Instead, he gifted me a bag of pastries. "Your cake is extremely tiny, and yet it costs you a few dozen dollars! Look at the pastries I got you—not only are they cheap, but they are also huge in quantity! Now this is what I call worth it!" After that, Derek tells me that he'll make it up to me by throwing an engagement party. He has also invited my parents and my relatives to the party. With anticipation brimming in our eyes, we arrive at the restaurant, only to see Derek serving us with store-bought pickles and dinner rolls. "I'm a traditional man, you see. I'm not used to fancy food and foreign cuisines. This, right here, is the basics of a traditional dinner. You don't see patriotic men like me nowadays!" My relatives' expressions change drastically on the spot. Meanwhile, my parents look very mortified. I can only smile awkwardly at them while doing everything I can to stop them from leaving. But as soon as I leave the hotel, I receive a notification from the bank that 200 thousand dollars have been deducted from my account via a supplementary card linked to it. At the same time, Derek's childhood sweetheart, Renee Young, posts a photo of her 12-layered luxurious cake on her social media account. "When I told Derek that I wanted to celebrate my birthday, not only did he buy me the most expensive strawberry cake, but he also reserved a dozen or so tables that are served with the grandest feast! "If your man loves you that much, he won't need any lessons in pampering you! Traditional men definitely know how to love and pamper their queens!" I tighten my grip on my phone. As I look back at Derek, who keeps claiming that he's a traditional man stuck to his traditional ways, I suddenly find it exhausting to continue being in a relationship with him.

Si Sheids Noah Fawzi ay isang tagapagmana ng isang malaking kumpanya sa Turkey pero nilisan ang bansa at pamilya upang i-pursue ang pangarap na maging teacher sa Pilipinas, sa bansa kung saan lumaki ang kaniyang Filipina na ina. Nag-iisang anak ito na lalaki kaya ang pangarap ng ama nitong Turkish siya itong magpapatuloy ng legacy ng kumpanya ng pamilya. Pero ang passion niya sa pagtuturo na nakuha niya sa side ng ina ay mas malakas kaysa hatak ng pagiging business minded sa side ng ama. Sa Polaris University ito nagta-trabaho as Mathematics' Professor, Calculus major. Ang isang taon na balak lang nitong pananatili sa bansa ay naging tatlong taon, at dinagdagan nang makilala si Astherielle Zuluetevo, ang kauna-unahang estudyante nitong pumukaw sa atensiyon niya. Napakagandang babae sa kabila nang pagiging simple. Pumasok ito sa klase niya sa suot na hindi pa niya nakikita sa mga estudyante sa University, naka-oversized t-shirt, baggy pants at rubber shoes. Si Astherielle ay ilang buwan pa lang na nakalalabas ng facility dahil na-diagnosed siya ng kakaibang sakit, nymphomaniac. Doon nanatili sa loob ng dalawang taon para magpagaling. Nang makompleto ang gamutan, gumaling, lumabas at nagpatuloy sa buhay. Pero nang makilala niya ang guwapo at kakaibang Professor, may sumasanib na naman rito na kakaibang kaluluwa. Sa takot niyang bumalik ang dating sakit, bumalik siya sa pag-inom ng anti-depressant na gamot. Sa kabila ng naging sakit, naprotektahan niya ang pagkabirhen sa pamamagitan nang pagiging maingat at maagap. Nilabanan niya ang sakit gamit lahat ng makakaya niya noon, at iyon uli ang gagawin niya kung sakaling balikan siya ng sakit. Isang gabi ay nalaman ng Profressor ang katago-tago niyang sekretro. At hindi niya inasahan kung paano siya nito tinulungan at pinrotektahan sa mga tao at sa mundong mapanganib. Ang unang lalaki na rin na pagbibigyan niya ng sarili.

When I get reborn, I quietly change the name of the man I want to marry the most to the hedonistic playboy in the neighborhood. My dad, who's a political officer, is quite surprised to see the change, but he still accepts my choice. In my previous life, when Dad asked me who I liked the most among the young men of the military housing office, I uttered Judd Garrison's name with scarlet cheeks. Dad nodded. "Judd is your childhood friend, not to mention our families are compatible in terms of social standing and wealth. You two have grown up together since you were kids, so I believe he will treat you well." Later on, Judd and I got engaged and married. Our wedding was a fancy and high-profile one to the point that even the political leader gave us his blessings. But Judd was quick to submit an application to help defend the border half a year into our marriage. He claimed that he wanted to contribute to the country with his efforts. Not only did he abandon me, leaving me to take care of my in-laws on my own, but he also cut off contact with me when Dad was falsely accused of being corrupted. Just as I thought I couldn't function anymore after suffering from the pain wrought upon me by Dad's death, I received the tragic news that Judd had died in a mountain flood as well. Thanks to the devastation caused by both pieces of bad news, I ended up taking my own life by hanging myself. What I didn't expect was that a gray-haired, elderly couple would visit my grave to pay respects to me 40 years after my death. Judd, who should've been dead, had an arm wrapped around my cousin, Megan Whitlock, as they stood before my grave. "It's my fault for faking my death and lying to you, Julie. Back then, I had to marry you in order to fulfill my parents' request. Megan has always been the woman that I truly love. "This is all my fault, Julie. I just hope that you can stop pestering Megan from now on. If you really are resentful, you're free to direct your resentment at me." To think that they loved each other to this extent… Judd was willing to give up on his identity and fake his death in order to get out of his life with me so that he could stay with Megan forever. He even clung to the superstition that my postmortem resentment was the reason behind Megan's cancer. Having found out about the truth, I let go of my obsession and faded into nothing. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Dad asks me who I like the most.