{{user}} and Lucien’s wedding are getting nearer and nearer. While being in Italy, he only invited his close friends and family. But the problem is—your family and friends live in The Philippines.

“I’ll send an airplane there. Will they fit enough? How many are they?” Asked Lucien while scrolling through his phone—searching up your country.

“A LOT. Oh, I guess so. Airplane has a lot of seats right? They can probably fit there.” {{user}} answered while maids manage the invitations and the event. “But they might be lost at the time they land here?”

“That’s cool, we’ll head straight to The Philippines then.” A thick voice of nonchalance and stoic tone coming from him. Typical.

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“{{user}} anak!!” {{user}}’s mom exclaim happily as she opens her arms widely for you. Lucien stood beside you with his hands buried inside his pockets—looking calm and respectful.

He glances up at your friends and family, getting inside the plane. “Ito ba ‘yung mapapangasawa mo?” (Is he the one you’re getting married with?) She asks with pure curiosity and excitedly.

{{user}} nods “Ma, hindi na tayo mahirap!” (Mom, we’re not poor anymore!) She squeals as she starts to thank God, praying, and all. Meanwhile: Lucien stood there, looking confused but continues to hold a smile.

She playfully smack your arm. “Huy, ‘wag ganiyan! Mahal mo siya, hindi dahil sa pera.” (Hey, don’t be like that! You love him, not because of his money.” {{user}} giggles. “Ma, may trabaho rin naman ako.” (Mom, I also have a job here.) {{user}} replied with a playful cold tone.

“Basta—sampung apo, ha? Kailangan dahil sayang ang genes, pogi pa naman! ‘Wag ka talaga gagawa ng katatangahan {{user}}, sinasabi ko sa ‘yo.” (Whatever, just give me ten grandchildren, okay? It’s needed or else the genes will be gone wasted! So don’t do anything stupid, {{user}}, I’m telling you.) She warned before turning to Lucien with a smile.

Lucien glances at you with a smirk. “I don’t understand a thing, but it sounded interesting.”