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The Aranetas are on their way to Bong's birthday party at the Hilton. Yara was picked up earlier today by her parents after her ballet class, and Irene brought her the outfit she'll be wearing later.
Among the Aranetas, it's evident that Yara is deeply affected by the death of Queen Elizabeth II. Yara expressed to her mom, that the Queen is her favorite monarch and one of the world leaders she looks up to.
As Irene embraces her daughter
~flashback~
In the depths of her room, Irene is engrossed in a quiet moment when a gentle knock disrupts the silence. Nana says Yara's crying, and worry hits Irene as she rushes to her daughter.
In Yara's dance studio, Irene's heart sinks seeing her daughter tears streaming down her face. Her usually put-together daughter is shaking, tears flowing. Irene, her composure slipping away, instinctively kneels beside Yara. She gently brushes away her daughter's hair, revealing eyes clouded with grief.
Irene: *voice shaky* Sweetie, what's wrong? Why are you crying?
Yara, unable to speak, clutches her phone, heavy with bad news. Irene, with a sinking feeling, looks at the screen – Queen Elizabeth II has passed away.
The room becomes a space of shared sadness. Yara's cries mirror the deep loss, and Irene, a support for her daughter, struggles with their shared grief.
A few days later, The Aranetas held hands with their daughter and went to the British embassy to sign the Condolence book for the late Queen. As Yara finished, she said,
Yara: "London Bridge is down," Mama...
Irene, still holding the pen after signing, looked at Yara sensing her unease, and gently squeezed her daughter's hand.
Irene: I understand, little girl. It's a lot to take in, especially when it's about someone you admire. Queen Elizabeth II played a significant role in history, but she's in a better place now.
Yara: I just can't help but feel sad, Mama. It's like losing someone I knew, even though I met her once.
Irene knelt down to Yara's eye level, speaking with comforting reassurance.
Irene: It's okay to feel that way, sweetheart. Even though we didn't have a close personal connection with her, people can have a profound impact on us. But, she had a long and meaningful life. And Prince Philip, her husband, is with her now.
Yara: Prince Philip? He passed away before the Queen, mom.
Irene: *nodded* Yes, he did, but in our thoughts and memories, they're together. Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh, and Queen Elizabeth II shared a remarkable partnership. Their legacy lives on, and they're together in our hearts.
Yara's expression shifted with understanding.
Yara: Oh, right. It's just... thinking about them being together again, even in our memories, feels comforting, doesn't it, Mama?
Irene: *smiled warmly* Absolutely, sweetheart. Even as we navigate this change, their legacy remains intertwined, offering comfort and a sense of continuity.
Yara smiled, comforted by her mother's words, as they continued their way out of the embassy, the memory of the late Queen framed with a sense of peace.
~end of flashback~
As they arrived, their family members were greeting them, exchanging kisses and hugs, catching up, and of course celebrating Bong's birthday including Irene whose birthday is in September as well.
Irene, with a subtle nod toward Yara, caught Luis's attention. Luis, understanding his mother's unspoken cue, turned to his wife, Xandra, and said,
Luis: Xand, why don't you go and join the others? I'll catch up in a bit. I need to get Yara and join her to us.
Xandra: *perceptive, smiled* Go on, hubs. I'll make sure Vinny doesn't start a concert without you guys.
Luis made his way over to Yara, who was standing by herself, gazing at the festivities.
Luis: Hey, Shobe *beso, hugs* mind if I steal you for a moment?
Yara: *looked up* Sure, Shoti. What's up?
Luis, with a conspiratorial smile, replied,
Luis: Well, Mom's giving me that 'make your little sister have fun' look. So, how about we ditch the sadness for a while? Vinny's about to play, and I heard Sandro's preparing some kind of dance-off challenge.
Yara: *chuckled* A dance-off, huh? That could be interesting.
Luis: *grinned* Exactly. Let's forget about the weighty stuff for now. What do you say?
Yara: *nodded* You're right, Shoti Let's make the most of tonight. Lead the way.
As Luis and Yara joined the lively crowd, the cousins continued their banter and playful teasing, creating an atmosphere of joy and celebration.
Vinny struck the first chords on his guitar, and a wave of anticipation swept through the crowd. The music resonated, setting the perfect rhythm for a night of celebration. Sandro, Xandra, Luis, Michael, Simon, and even Yara, joined the dance floor, moving to the infectious beat.
Vinny: *grins, calls out* Come on, cousins! Let's show them how the Marcos clan rocks!
The dance floor transformed into a scene of joyous chaos. Irene, her hips swaying with grace, caught Aimee's eye.
Irene: *hips swaying* Come on, Aims! Let's show these youngsters how it's done.
Aimee: *matching Irene's energy, laughed* Oh, you're so on for it, Ate Irene! But watch out, I've been practicing some new moves.
Dawn, joining in with a twirl, teased Michelle,
Dawn: Shelly, dear, think you can keep up with the rhythm?
Michelle: *mischievous smile* Oh, you have no idea, my dance partner. Prepare to be amazed!
As the four ladies danced in happily, Sandro approached with a theatrical bow,
Sandro: Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the Marcos Dance Squad! Any challengers?
Xandra: *joining the banter, winked at Luis* Challenge accepted, Sandro. But I warn you, my husband has some hidden dance talents.
Luis: *feigning innocence, chuckled* Oh, I'm just here to enjoy the music. But if you insist, my Xandra, I might surprise you.
Meanwhile, Yara, enjoying the lively atmosphere, joined Michael on the dance floor. With a twirl, Michael quipped. As they danced, he couldn't help but glance at Yara with a mixture of nostalgia and amazement.
Michael: *grinning* You know, I still remember the times when we used to carry you around like a little princess. Now, look at you, all grown up and dancing like a pro. Time flies, doesn't it?
Yara: It does, Kuya Mikes. But I'm grateful for moments like these, surrounded by family who have watched me grow and still dance with me like old times.
Michael: *twirling Yara, chuckled* Well, you'll always be our little princess, no matter how much you grow.
As Vinny's music filled the air, Irene, with a graceful sway of her hips, noticed Yara on the edge of the dance floor. With a playful glint in her eye, Irene made her way over, extending her hand towards her most precious daughter.
Irene: *extends her hand* Come, my love, let's show them how the Araneta women dance.
Yara, delighted by her mother's invitation, couldn't help but laugh at the playful challenge.
Yara: *chuckled* Oh, Mommy, you're on! *took Irene's hands, and glided onto the dance floor*
As the mother-daughter duo twirled and swayed, Irene teased,
Irene: Remember those dances I used to give you when you were little? Seems like just yesterday, my girl.
Yara: *matching her mom's steps, grinned* Yes, Mama and I'm pretty sure I stepped on your toes more times than I can count.
Irene: *laughed* True, but look at us now. A dancing queen and her princess, I must say.
In a playful twist, while standing beside her mom, Yara watched as Irene added a few cute, spontaneous moves. Yara burst into laughter,
Yara: *laughing* Mama, what are you doing?
Irene: *still swaying with adorable moves* Just adding a bit of flair, my dear. Dance is about joy, after all.
Yara, thoroughly entertained, joined in the laughter.
Yara: Well, you've certainly mastered the art of the cute dance moves, Mom.
Irene, with a mischievous glint, enveloped Yara in a warm hug, swaying gently from side to side. Yara, surprised but delighted, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Yara: *laughing* Mama, you're such a charmer! What's this dance called?
Irene: *swaying and grinning* It's the "Joyful Jig." You just go with the flow and let the laughter lead the way.
Yara: *still giggling* Well, you're certainly making it a dance to remember, Mama. I had no idea you were hiding such moves.
Irene: *hugging Yara even tighter* There's always a bit of magic left to discover, my dear. *smiling*
As Yara and her mom, Irene, continued to sway in each other's arms, the room filled with the melody of Yara's laughter, creating a heartwarming scene, the lively atmosphere suddenly shifted as Bong's friends approached him on stage, holding instruments. They announced,
"As a special gift for the birthday celebrant, we'd like to dedicate a song to President Bong Marcos! Are you ready, Mr. President?"
The crowd erupted in cheers, and everyone turned their attention to the stage. Bong, with a humble smile, made his way up to join his friends.
Bong: Thank you, everyone! I guess my turn to sing, one of my favorite songs.
The band began to play the familiar chords of "Imagine" by John Lennon. Bong, with a microphone in hand, sang the iconic lyrics with heartfelt sincerity. The crowd fell silent, captivated by the rare sight of the president showcasing his musical talents.
Yara, Irene, and Liza, exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of teasing and kilig.
Yara: *teasing grin* Brace yourself for the kilig, Tita Mama! My Unc's a charmer with that voice.
Liza: *blushing, giggling* Oh, please, darling. I'm already swooning.
Irene: *a playful smile* Bonget has a way of making hearts flutter, even beyond politics.
As Bong continued to serenade the crowd with "Imagine," the soulful notes adding to the enchanting atmosphere, Yara, Irene, and Lisa found themselves caught in a playful banter.
Yara: *whispering, teasingly* Tita Mama, your kilig is so visible. Try not to melt over there.
Liza *blushing deeper, trying to play it cool* I can't help it! Well, who wouldn't be charmed by the president's voice?
Irene: *smirk* Just imagine, Liza, if he sang to you every night.
Liza: *laughing nervously* That would be... something.
Yara: Maybe you should request a private concert, Tita Mama.
Liza: *playfully rolling her eyes* Oh, stop it, you two.
As the song continued, Lisa couldn't hide her kilig, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. The trio continued to enjoy the performance, the teasing banter adding a delightful layer to the enchanting moment created by Bong's singing.
As the last notes faded away, the room erupted into applause and cheers. Yara, Irene, and Imelda, seated at a table near the stage, joined the chorus of admirers. Greggy, standing behind them with his whiskey, nodded appreciatively, acknowledging the president's unexpected performance.
Irene: *clapping, turned to Yara* Isn't your uncle impressive? Who would have thought the president could sing like that?
Yara: *in awe* I know, Mama. It's amazing. Unc's full of surprises!
Imelda: *smiling proudly* My Bongbong is a man of many talents. Marcos's blood runs deep.
The celebration continued, and the ambiance was filled with joy and admiration for the president's unexpected special performance. As Bong finished his heartfelt rendition of Imagine, the host invited him to the side of the stage where a grand birthday cake awaited.
The room erupted in applause, and the host called out,
"Now, let's invite the Marcos family to join the president in blowing the birthday candles!"
Imelda, Irene, Yara, and the rest of the family made their way to the stage. Bong looked genuinely surprised when Imee, his eldest sister, arrived and stepped forward. Imelda, with a glint of joy in her eyes, whispered to Irene
Mama Meldy: I didn't expect Imee to make it. What a delightful surprise!
Irene: *assisting Imelda* Am glad your children are all complete tonight, Mommy
Imee, with a wide grin, embraced Bong,
Imee: *beso* Happy birthday, Ading ko! Who would have thought I'd get a break from the Senate chaos to join the celebration?
Bong: *genuinely touched* Imé, you made it tonight. Thank you for coming!
Imelda, standing proudly beside them, chimed in,
Mama Meldy: *beaming* It's a true Marcos family reunion tonight!
Liza: You are the most happy tonight, mama!
As they prepared the cake for Bong to blow the candles, Imee looked at Yara with affection,
Imee: *clutch Yara's hand* And here's my lovely girl! Ma cherie, come here!
Yara: *smiling, hugging Imee* Tita Mommy! I didn't know you were coming! Am so happy!
Imee: *hugging Yara, laughed* Surprise! I wouldn't miss this night knowing you are going too, sweet lady!
Imee continued to hold Yara's hands, a warm smile on her face as she observed her niece.
Imee: *affectionately* Yara, you've become my favorite text buddy. Your messages light up my day, even during Senate madness.
Yara: *grinning* I enjoy seeing you in Senate hearings, Tita Mommy. You handle confronting others so cleverly. I wish I had your intelligence and wisdom.
Imee: *holding Yara's hands* You're doing splendidly, my favorite girl. I may not be physically present, but you're always in my thoughts.
Yara: *touched* And you're always in mine. I feel like we're making up for lost time through our messages.
Imee: *nodding* True, ma cherie. I might be caught up in politics, but knowing about your triumphs and endless kwentos makes my day more bearable.
Yara: *smiling* It's like we're sharing our whereabouts, even if it's through emojis and quick texts.
Imee, with a wistful smile and a gentle squeeze of Yara's hands, shared her sentiments.
Imee: My dearest Yara, as much as I'd love to linger in moments like these, duty calls. But remember, distance may keep us physically apart, but our messages bridge that gap. Keep shining, my favorite girl. I look forward to many more emojis and quick texts from you, ma cherie.
As Imee gracefully fulfilled her responsibilities, Yara stood there, feeling the strength of their bond, even amid their busy lives.
The candles were blown and cheers filled the room, the celebration continued with a vibrant mix of languages as one of their friends performed. Imee, Irene, and Greggy, along with Bong, watched and shared playful banter.
Imee: *chuckling* He thinks he's an international sensation, singing in different languages. Someone should tell him he's mixing them up!
Greggy: *tapping Imee, joining in the teasing* Maybe he's creating a new genre. Multilingual melodies are the latest trend!
Bong: *laughing, nodding in agreement* Who needs a translator when you have our friend singing in every language imaginable?
Amidst the laughter and banter, Irene joined in the joyous atmosphere, linking arms with Greggy as they shared a moment of merriment.
Irene: *laughing heartily* Well, at least he's giving us a crash course in world languages. I'm getting confused, but it's entertaining!
The banter continued, Imee, Greggy, and Bong couldn't resist teasing Irene about her singing prowess.
Imee: *smirking* Irene, maybe you should hop on stage next. Give our multilingual maestro here some competition.
Greggy: *with a playful nudge* Come on, honey. Show us the vocal you've been hiding from the world. What do you say?
Bong: *twinkle in his eye, chimed in* Come on, Irene. We won't stop until we get an encore of your incredible vocals.
Irene caught in the infectious spirit of the banter,
Irene: *chuckled* Oh, you guys talaga. Maybe I'll surprise you one day, but for now, let's enjoy our friend's linguistic symphony.
Their good-natured teasing filled the air with laughter, creating an atmosphere of familial warmth. The suggestion of Irene showcasing her singing skills became a running joke, adding an extra layer of playfulness to the already lively celebration.
After savoring a delightful dinner filled with catching up, whether through serious conversations or lighthearted banter, they turned their attention to the stage. Hosted by Pops Fernandez and Kevin, the band invited all September celebrants to join them on stage, each with their cakes.
Yara, after enjoying with her family, turned to her mom
Yara: Mom, Tita Pops just called for all the September celebrants to go up on stage! You need to join!
Irene, always up for a festive moment, gracefully made her way to the stage. In a burst of playful excitement, she cutely leaped onto the platform, drawing laughter from her family.
As Irene was reaching the stage, Greggy, with a glass of whiskey in hand and perhaps a hint of tipsiness, couldn't contain his enthusiasm.
Greggy: *shouting* "Honey!...Honey!"
Yara laughed at her father's tipsy antics. The atmosphere was vibrant as the band prepared to sing the birthday song.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's give it up for our September celebrants!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, and the band started playing the familiar tune of "Happy Birthday." Irene, side by side with all the birthday celebrants, shared a smile as they prepared to blow out the candles on their mini-cakes.
Yara, watching the heartwarming scene, couldn't help but join the singing. The celebration continued with cheers, claps, and a sense of shared joy, creating a beautiful moment for the family to cherish
As Plethoria took the stage, the crowd felt the infectious energy of their performance. Bong stood at the center, facing the band, a smile spreading across his face as he recognized the intro to "We Will Rock You" and "I Want to Break Free."
Bong: *grinning, facing the stage* "We will, we will rock you" *hands in the air* "We will, we will rock you"
The band kicked into high gear, and Bong couldn't resist joining them. He began singing along, his voice blending seamlessly with the music. His expressive facial expressions and animated hand gestures revealed the sheer joy he felt, lost in the rhythm of the song.
Irene, stationed at the table with Aimee and Yara on Bong's right side, couldn't help but smile at her brother's exuberance. In a playful gesture, she picked up a water goblet and a wine glass, using them as improvised drums to add to the beat, creating a spontaneous percussion accompaniment.
As Yara noticed her mother Irene playfully using a water goblet as a drum, she couldn't help but join in on the fun.
Yara: *grinning, tapping her foot to the beat* Mom, you're getting into the groove!
Irene: *twinkle in her eye* Well, when the rhythm takes over, you've got to improvise! Want to join me?
Yara, nodding enthusiastically, grabbed another goblet from the table, creating a makeshift drum set.
Yara: *laughing* Let's turn this table into our percussion section!
Amidst the vibrant music and impromptu drumming of the mother-daughter duo, Greggy couldn't resist the charm of the moment. He made his way over to Irene and Yara, their makeshift percussion section.
Greggy seized a moment to share a quiet exchange with Bong.
Greggy: *whispering to Bong* Enjoying the night, birthday boy?
He tapped Bong on the shoulder, drawing his attention.
Bong: *wide grin* Yes, Greggy. Just having a blast on my birthday. Couldn't ask for more.
Greggy, with a smile, leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Yara's forehead. Yara, caught in the rhythm of the music and the warmth of her father's gesture, smiled up at him.
Greggy: Enjoying the beat, my Yara bear?
Yara: *nodding, still drumming* Absolutely, Dad! Mom and I have our little party going on.
As Greggy kissed Yara's forehead and prepared to return to his spot, Irene pointed subtly to the liquor in his hand while...
Irene: *softly* And ease up on the drinks, love.
Greggy: Got it, honey. *playful wink*
With a shared understanding and a nod, Greggy acknowledged Irene's gentle reminder. The unspoken connection between them.
As Bong continued to sing his heart out, other family members joined the impromptu gathering. Some were swaying to the beat, and others were clapping along, forming an impromptu dance floor around the stage.
As Plethora geared up for their grand finale, the anticipation in the room reached its peak. The familiar notes of "Bagong Lipunan" began to play, and the Marcos family, well-versed in the song's significance, couldn't contain their excitement.
Bong, standing at the center, grinned widely, a nostalgic spark in his eyes. Imelda, surrounded by the lively atmosphere, was in her element, reveling in the joyous celebration.
Mama Meldy: *singing with gusto* Ah, the memories of this song!
Behind her, family members joined in, some doing the iconic Marcos sign while dancing to the beat like Michelle, Dawn, and Maricris. The room echoed with the chorus of voices, a harmonious tribute to a song that had been a rallying anthem during their political campaigns.
As the song gained momentum, Irene and Yara stood up, caught in the infectious spirit. Sandro, noticing Yara's enthusiasm, hugged his cousin, and together, they joined the chorus of "Bagong Lipunan."
Sandro and Yara sing in sync, with the people around
"May bagong silang,
May bago nang buhay,
Bagong bansa, bagong galaw,
Sa bagong lipunan"
Sandro: *smiling at Yara* You've got the lyrics down, Yar!
Yara: Absolutely, Kuya Sand! It's a favorite of mine. The lyrics just stick, and singing it brings back so many memories!
The room transformed into a lively dance floor, and the Marcos family, spanning generations, sang and danced in unison. The echoes of "Bagong Lipunan" reverberated, creating a moment of unity and celebration that bridged the past and the present. The joyous scene encapsulated the essence of family bonds and the enduring spirit of the Marcos legacy.
"May bagong silang,
May bago nang buhay,"
Both Irene and Bong were clapping while they sang, looking at their kids, Yara and Sandro, singing. Sandro hugged his cousin, making them happy to see their kids so close.
Bong: Look at how much he loves his cousin, Irene.
Irene: I agree, Bonget. My Yara is blessed with all the love the family has given her.
"Bagong bansa, bagong galaw
Sa bagong lipunan"
They shared sweet smiles, then jumped in sync as they joined the beat of the band, raising the Marcos hand sign again.
Irene: *singing* "Nagbabago ang lahat, tungo sa pag-unlad" *jumping* "At ating itanghal, bagong lipunan"
As the band concluded their rendition of "Bagong Lipunan," Yara, caught up in the energy of the moment, made her way to her grandmother.
Yara: *smiling* Lola, wasn't that amazing? Did you have fun?
The room erupted in applause, with people urging the band for another song.
Mama Meldy: *clapping, a playful twinkle in her eye* Oh, yes, apo! Who are they again?
Yara: That's Plethora, Lola. They brought back the lively spirit of "Bagong Lipunan" to flourish once more.
Imelda, intrigued, smiled approvingly at Yara's explanation.
Mama Meldy: *nodding* Wonderful! Tell me more about them, Victoria.
Yara: *grinning* Alright, while you're eating, I'll kwento.
Yara grinned, walking her grandmother through Plethora's story and spirit. After the band's lively performance, they descended to the crowd, eager for a souvenir photo with the president, receiving praise from admirers.
Irene, with her son Luis and daughter Yara at her back, found herself in the excitement. Luis, sipping his wine, wrapped his arm around Yara, observing the lively scene.
Irene: *clapping* "Wow, ang gagaling!" *fist-bumping a band member* You guys are so good!
"Thank you, ma'am! It's an honor po to perform for your family."
Irene: *clapping* "Grabe!" *moved a chair to her side* "Ako next!"
As the band prepared for a photo with the president, Bong called for Irene to join them and exchanged smiles with Bong and the musicians.
Bong: *pointing at Irene* Yung sister ko.
After the photo session, Bong and Irene couldn't stop praising the band.
Irene: *clapping* "Thank you!"
"Thank you, ma'am."
The children of Irene have bid farewell to Bong first, as they are about to leave, just before the end of the party. Before Irene heads home, she and Bong have a brief conversation.
Bong: Thank you for staying this late, Irene. Appreciate you and your family so much.
Irene: Of course! We had fun, Bonget. Wish you nothing but all the best.
Bong suddenly remembers something important.
Irene: *shocked* Really? Are you sure about it?
Bong: Yes, I am certain. I have to attend the General Assembly in New York; I committed to it first. Can I count on you as my special representative?
Irene: Representative? That's fine. But I'll need to talk to Greggy because we were planning to leave for San Francisco.
Bong: You can bring Greggy and your little girl with you, so you can head to San Francisco afterward.
Irene: Really? I'll talk to them. We'll cover all the expenses, and Yara will be at ease knowing this. Thank you, Bonget.
Bong: For sure she will. Let's meet in America then?
Irene: But you should tell Yara yourself, so she hears it directly from you.
Bong: Alright, I'll give her a call. I think she's in your car already.
They bid farewell to their family members to head home since it was getting late. Irene informs Greggy about what Bong said, and they decide to change their trip plans and routes. Greggy agrees, seeing it as a moment for their family to attend and pay their final respect.
~end~
PS: Pictures for reference of this chapter or even the previous chapters, it's posted on Yara's instagram stories account at @alanayara_m.a right after I published the new update. Couldn't post images here anymore, thank you! - Ysabelle 🦋