Leaves [Ben&Ben Series 1]

01

HER POV

"Ylla?"

"Yes, Ma? Bakit po?" i said while running down the stairs.

"Magbihis ka. Pupunta tayo kina Tita Estel mo," she said.

"Bakit po? Bakit ko po kailangang magbihis?" i couldn't help but ask. My curious side is showing again.

"Remember your Tita Estel? It's her birthday today," she explained.

"Okay po..." i said as i run to my bedroom.

"What should I wear? It's tita's birthday today. I can't disappoint her..." i said to my self.

"Should I wear this?" I looked at the blue gown that tita gave me last christmas. I'm sure, matutuwa siya sa'kin 'pag sinuot ko 'yon sa birthday niya!

I put on minimal make-up and curled my hair.

I wore pearl earrings and a diamond ring too.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

To complete the look, I got my handbag and put my phone there and I wore the beige stilettos that mama gave me on my birthday.

Bumaba na 'ko sa sala.

"Wow, Ylla! You dressed so good! Paniguradong matutuwa ang Tita mo sa'yo nito! Right, darling?" she then asked my father.

"Of course, darling... Tara nga dito princess..." aya sa'kin ni Daddy.

I went to him and he hugged me.

"Nasa'n na ang kuya mo? Ang tagal naman no'n?" Dad asked me.

"Hindi ko po alam, Dad. Siguro po namimili pa sa mga polo shirts niya sa cabinet," I giggled.

Madalas kasing pormahan ni Kuya yung blue faded jeans at simpleng polo shirt lang. Sabi niya, masyadong casual ang t-shirt. Isa pa raw, baka may biglang attend-an ng formal, ma-out of place siya. Makes sense, right?

"Wait up, Dad!" we heard kuya upstairs.

Kuya showed up in a black tux. Wow! Ngayon ko lang s'ya nakitang naka-tuxedo...

"Anong nakain mo Yuan at nag-tux ka?" dad asked him.

"Wala lang dad, nagsasawa na rin kasi ako ng puro ako polo shirts 'e," we all laughed. Buti naman natauhan na si Kuya.

We drove to the city. Where Tita's party will be held. Hindi na ito nakakagulat dahil isang CEO ng isang kumpanya ang napangasawa ni Tita.

Isang hotel ang sumalubong sa amin. For sure, sa ballroom ang venue.

We went outside and reporters and media are already flocking on us. Typical.

The guards automatically made a line so that we can walk.

"Ms. Ylla, your gown is perfect, did you buy that or it was gifted?"

"Mr. Yuan, why are you not wearing polo shirts? Isn't that your go-to clothing?"

"Ms. Ylla, do you like someone right now?"

"Mr. Yuan, do you have a girlfriend?"

Thousands of questions are asked by thousands of reporters and yet, we answered none of them.

"Estel!" Mom greeted her when we got to the venue. "Happy Birthday Mare!"

"Thank you, mare! Oh my!.. Is this Ylla? Oh my gosh! I haven't seen you since you were ten! You grew up really fast!" puri sa'kin ni Tita.