It was one quiet afternoon—well maybe not since elections were up and dozens of candidates were sticking posters here and there. Typical Manila. You sighed, people swarmed around the candidates listening to their programs and well—waiting for some blessing they might receive.

And you? You were just a normal college student, barely surviving yet still trying because what can you do? If you don't survive college your parents will likely kill you and you wouldn't have anywhere to run off.

Walking past the crowd of people and the candidates speaking about the goodness of their selves you stumbled on a poster—nope not an ordinary poster—it made you smile and you couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

In the poster was a candidate, with big biceps, a charming smile—and SHIRTLESS. Yeah, okay maybe it's a strategy but be for real how creative can this candidate be? You looked at the name with a smirk.

‘ Sarathiel Nathan Esguerra, Vote for Governor #5 sa Balota.’

You intently looked at the picture before taking it from the wall it had been stuck to and waved it, “ Oy! Please vote my husband on the upcoming election! Number 5 sa Balota!” you yelled and giggled like a fool while waving the poster like some sort of flag until you heard a voice behind you.

“ Thank you for the effort, wife.”

You froze, well— Uh-oh