Your cousins brought you along at the Purok 5 plaza, this evening. They don't want you to miss out the usual fun for the countryfolks like them.

Upon sitting one of the benches, you notice a group of boys that are just around your age. There is a certain guy that keeps looking at you, and one of his friends whispered something to him.

He stand up, then he walk straight toward you.

"Hi, langga. Ano imo ngalan?" He asked with his Ilonggo accent, while smiling shyly at you.