Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.—"Twaine! Hey, Twaine!"I woke up to a seventeen-year-old girl sleeping softly in my bedroom."Hmmm. What the hell!"It was obvious in her voice that she was not yet in the mood to get up."That's bad! Get up there." I told her again as I dried my hair. I just finished taking a bath and this bitch is still asleep."I don't want to go to school!" She said lazily."Who told you not to come to school, huh?"I asked her annoyed."Just myself." She answered."Twaine!" I shouted at her. This kid pisses me off."Yes! My brother, I will get up!" She said and glared at me."Stop calling me brother, I'm your husband, not your brother." She knows how to annoys me."But you're 5 years older than me!" She reasoned out. "So, what?" Because of annoyance, so I climbed on the
Kyle's Point of View :"I want an allowance!" Twaine suddenly appeared in front of me after she got dressed. "God, Twaine! comb your hair first! You look like a child!" I told her while shaking my head. "I'm still young! You're just old." She said philosophically. I glared at her. "Are you going to annoy me or I won't give your allowance? You choose." I told her. "Of course I was just joking. To be honest, you're the most handsome man I've ever met!" She's flattering me. Tsk. Before ruining my day, I took my wallet and gave her, her allowance for a week. After I gave it to her, she immediately left the house. I put her first because we can't be together, apart from ruining my job, Twaine will lose the freedom to choose the one she truly loves. I was twenty years old and a fresh graduate in college when our parents decided to marry us. Twaine had just graduated from Senior High School. She's only 15 during that time. We both didn’t want to get married to each other because Twain
Twaine's Point of View :I'm still restless because of what happened recently. Did Kyle see my naked body? "God! No!" I suddenly shouted here in my room. I hate those cockroaches, they ruined me. Why did I grow up afraid of just a little cockroach? Ugh! Kyle then saw my body. Yes, we're married, but even so! He shouldn’t have seen me naked. I am Twaine Isabelle Montenegro-Mendez, the little wife of Kyle. I am 17 years old and a 2nd-year college student. Since I couldn’t accept what had happened earlier so I left my room and went to Kyle’s room. I threw stones at the door of his room and kicked him out of annoyance. "You bastard get out of there!" I shouted as the door of his room continued to slam. "What the hell is your problem, little girl?" He suddenly appeared in front of me so I stopped crashing into his room because he came from the kitchen. "Why did you peek at me?" I shouted at him while slapping his chest. "I didn't mean that. Go to your room and sleep—" "— so, you g
Twaine's Point of View :When I got to school I was so bored that's why sit in my chair frowning. "You look so annoyed—Uhm, is there something wrong?" Ana asked. "No. I just have a grudge." I answered. "What, why, who?" She asked. "Don't mind me." I just told to her. Because I'm not in the mood so Ana didn't ask me again. It's annoying that Jeremy is absent. Tsk! "Good morning class!" I was even more annoyed when I saw Kyle entered our classroom. "Good morning sir!" My classmates greeted him back. I’m not listening as he discussed, I’m not in the mood. I was also disgusted with his voice and face. Time passed and Kyle came out as well. Well, because I was hungry so I went to the cafeteria. I was shocked to see Kyle and Miss Roxanne laughing together. "Gross!" I whispered. I deliberately walked in front of them, but Kyle didn't look at me. His attention was focused on Roxanne. Because my mind was floating so I did not realize that I had collided with something."S-sorry—" I
Kyle's Point of View :"Flirty?" Her eyes began to water. I have seen so much pain in her eyes. It brought pain to me as well. "I am the flirty, now? Between us, does it me enjoying someone's company in school? Wow!" I was surprised to see her tears dripping one after another. I don't want to see her cry. Is what I said bad? I just didn't sleep last night because I was so worried about her, so it's normal for me to get angry. "—Kyle I fainted yesterday because of a headache and that man was the one who was there to save me! Because where are you? You're with someone else—right? I needed you so much yesterday, but you didn't show up!"I was guilty of the last thing she said before she finally entered her room. What did I do yesterday? Roxanne just invited me to come out, I thought she was just acting because the other day she was like that. But the cries she had earlier, I knew she wasn't pretending. I let her lock herself in her room first. I also decided not to come to school to
Twaine's Point of View :"I-I don't know about his resignation. Why did he resigned and since when?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked my friend. "Because of Miss Roxanne. You know the rules of the school, don't you? He's the one who sacrificed his job for Miss Roxanne." Because of what Ana said, my chest hurt even more. He could sacrifice his job just because of that woman. She's so lucky. "A-ana, you go in. I'll just talk to Kyle." I said to Ana. I didn't wait for her response, I immediately ran to look for Kyle. Because of whoever ran into me, the books I was carrying fell off. I didn't have time to pick them up so I just let them go. "Miss! Miss just wait, your books!" I didn't realize that the one who hit me was chasing me. Turning around, I immediately saw who it was. It's Clyde. "Give me that!" I just grabbed the books he handed me and I continued running again. "Wow! Thank you!" He said sarcastically. I turned to him and voluntarily thanked him. "T-thank you—" "S
Twaine's Point of View :I awoke to a series of knocks on the door here in my bedroom. It was frustrating for me to get up and open up to whoever was treacherous disturbing my deep sleep. "Who are you—" I couldn't continue speaking when Kyle's smiling face appeared on me. "Good morning my wife!" he greeted me with a smile. "Why are you here?" I asked him emotionless. "Ouch!" He pretended to have pain in his chest. He held on there as he looked at me as if he was offended by what I said. "Don't you want to see me? I even cooked your favorite pancake and then that's how you'll open it to your handsome husband?" He said like a child. Wait, when did a serious Kyle Mendez learn to pout? Just now! "Didn't I told you to leave?" I still have no emotion. I was about to close the door of my room but he blocked his two arms there. "I'm sorry, my wife. I love you!" Damn this heart, why is it so fast to explode with the simple I love you of a Kyle Mendez? Argh! "Stop that nonsense joke, K
Kyle's Point of View :It's already eight o'clock in the morning but Twaine still doesn't go down to her room, all I know is that she has a class at 10 o'clock so I decided to go to her room. I don't understand her, she's still okay when we ate. She was still talking to me. I made three consecutive knocks on her bedroom door. "Twaine," I call her name. "Twaine aren't you coming in?" I asked her. "Twaine, are you mad? Talk to me, please!" I still beg her from outside her bedroom door. It also looks like she has no intention of opening the door for me. "What is your problem?" Her annoyed face flashed at me. "Are you mad?" I asked. "It's none of your business! You're already with your Roxanne, right? So, why do you care?" She said angrily. She was about to close the door of her room, so I quickly blocked it with my arms. "Twaine, what are you talking about? Haven't we talked about Roxanne before?" "That's it! We've already talked, haven't we? But you still managed to kiss her—an
Kyle's Point of View :It's been a year since the accident happened and it's still fresh to us. What if the plan I had made for her ended in disaster? I still thought that day was the best day for us. But like I said, I just thought. "Daddy, stop crying, Mommy will be sad." My daughter weaned me sadly. I just laughed because she stopped me from crying and then she cried too. "Daddy can't help it, Baby. I miss your mom, I miss her so much." I said as I stared at her intently. "Me too, Daddy, I miss her so much." "It's my fault Dad, maybe If I didn't scare her through calls she's still with us, right? I hate myself, Daddy!" She started hurting herself. She's blaming herself for her mom's sudden death. "Sssh, it's not your fault, Baby. It's not your fault, no one wants that to happen, okay?" I said to calm her down. "But—" "Don't be so stubborn, okay? Your mommy will be sad when you're like that." I get my handkerchief and wipe her tears. I pinch her nose to make her smile. "Oh—o
Twaine's Point of View :I was happy to go home because it was finally okay. I have finally forgiven the person I first hated. I don't think I can do that despite what she did to me. "Ma'am, you look so happy! Only now have I seen you like that again." Manang immediately noticed me. I just smiled at her sweetly because what she was saying was true. I now believe that when you forgive you will finally get rid of the pain you feel, the resentment, and most of all you will be happy. I was destructed by the sudden ringing of my phone. I immediately shoved my cellphone into the shoulder bag I was carrying. "Mo—mommy! I-i need you here, I'm scared, Mommy!" My knees seemed to soften because of my daughter's pitiful voice. "Ba-baby, where are you? Where's your Daddy?" I almost cried when I asked her. But she had no answer, all I could hear was her sobbing until she was completely lost on the other line. I felt so uneasy because of the possibility that my daughter is in danger. Her voice,
Kyle's Point of View :"Daddy, where are we going?" Alexandria asked me happily while I was driving the car. "To your Grandfather and Grandmother." I replied."Really? Hmm." Her happy expression suddenly became sad. "Why?" I asked after I saw her frowning. "Mommy's not with us. I'm sad." she answered. I just smiled because of what she was thinking. She was very much like her Mom. "Don't worry, your mom will come later." I said smiling. Her face suddenly brightens. "Really? But she's mad at you, Daddy." She's now pouting which is what Twaine usually did when we were together. "I know. But believe me, she'll come later." I said surely. "Okay, if you say so." she said. I just continued driving and when we got home Mommy and Daddy greeted us happily, as well as sister Kaira. "God, my granddaughter! Finally, we saw you too." Mommy almost said as she continued to kiss and hug Alexandria. "You look so much like your mommy, God!" My sister, on the other hand, started harassing my d
Twaine's Point of View :"Mom where are we going?" My daughter asked after we left in a hurry at her Dad's Office right away. That's why I was almost out of breath as I walked into his Company because that's what I am going to see."Let's go home, baby." "But, Mom?" "Alexandria, Mommy is tired. Let's go home, okay?" I know how excited she is to see her Dad and be with his Daddy but I can't stand to see Kyle after what I've witnessed earlier. My God! AM didn't say a word, so we went home quiet. AM immediately went to her room when we got home, I knew she was sulking because of the bad incident earlier. I was just sitting in the living room for coffee when Kyle suddenly came. I jumped to my feet and faced him. "What are you doing here?" I was able to open up to him. "Twaine, let me explain," "Let you explain? For what else, Kyle? For what else? We both know that from the beginning nothing was done right!" I continued. He just remained silent as if he was still waiting for somethi
Twaine's Point of View :"Mommy, I miss Daddy Kyle," my daughter said sadly. I approached her and hugged her. She has been like that for several months every time she comes home from school, every time she wakes up in the morning she has nothing else to say but her Dad. I don't know either, but I haven't heard from Kyle either. It has been almost three months since he returned to the Philippines. For the first few months he was still calling us, updating about what he's doing, but only after about a month he suddenly stopped contacting us. I don't want to think that he forgot his promise to our daughter and to me, but it seems like that too. He told us that he'll going to comeback after a month but its been 3 months and yet he's not here. "Ssshh, don't cry, Baby." I told my daughter who is now starting to cry. I don't know what else I can say to calm her down. I almost told her every possible reason why her Dad isn't yet coming back."Mommy, let's go back to the Philippines, pleas
Twaine's Point of View :"Good morning!" Kyle greeted us warmly as he left his room. "Good morning too, Daddy!" Alexandria greeted him back. It's Sunday now, so, I am not in the Hospital. I woke up early to prepare breakfast for Kyle and A.M. Ever since we came back here from the Philippines, my work schedule has always been busy. I don't even have time to take care of my daughter, it's really good and Kyle is here to watch over and take or pick up our daughter to school. "Good morning," I also smiled and greeted Kyle. The day he decided to come with us here in Canada, not everything went easy. I've been adjusting being with him. It's because I'm not used to it, maybe because I've been used to it for almost six years—without him. "By the way, your flight is already tomorrow, have you fixed your belongings?" I asked him while I was busy putting food on his plate. I stopped after he held my hand. "I want to take you home with our daughter." His eyes were talking as he looked at me.
Kyle's Point of View :It feels like I was in heaven right now. Seeing the love of my life and our little angel. I can't help myself to stop smiling while staring at them. It's so much fun to feel that finally, I'm with them both. Who would have thought that after six years I would see Twaine and our daughter, again? How did I find out? That's how it is. Flashback. "What do you need Mr. Mendez?" Detective Ced asked me a meaningful question. He's one of the best detective I've ever known that's why I trust him. He's also one of my closest friend. I called him because I was restless, it seemed like there was something itching in my body to find out what Twaine’s life had been like in Canada. “I want you to know all about Twaine Isabelle Montenegro 6 years ago." I told him carefully. "Is that all?" He smiled and asked me another question. "That's all." I said sparingly."Okay—your request is my command, your Majesty. Expect me to report to you tomorrow everything about her." He even
Twaine's Point of View :"Are you really leaving again for real?" Ana asked sadly. I smiled at her and hugged her tightly. "Yes. It's only a few days and my daughter's class will start again, so, yeah, we're leaving." Ana just frowned at my answer and then A.M. was the one she planned to hug and kiss. "Always take care there, Twaine." Jeremy told me with a smile. "We will," I answered before taking A.M to Ana. "We will miss you, Twaine." they both said. “I’ll always call you when I’m not busy.” I happily told them. The two of them just hugged me. Today was our flight going back to Canada. Clyde is supposed to be back next Sunday that's why he can't come with us now. I grab A.M's hand and started walking when I heard someone's calling my name. "TWAINE!" His loud shout stopped and startled me. What is he doing here? Why is he here? I kept asking questions in my mind. "Wait up!" He was still gasping to get close to us. Even Ana and Jeremy were surprised by Kyle's sudden appearanc
Twaine's Point of View :"Good morning!" The woman greeted me with a smile. I don't know her but when she greets me it seems like she knows me. "Good morning, too." I hesitate to greet her back. "You are Twaine, right?" she asks. I nodded in response. "Sofia," She introduced herself and held out her hand to me. "Why do you know me?" I asked her curiously. "Kyle is my boyfriend and he always tells me about you." She said sweetly. After she said that her boyfriend is Kyle, it seemed to suddenly tighten my chest. "Oh," The only word I uttered. I also didn't know what to answer or say to her. "So, do you need anything?" I asked her directly. "Last night, Kyle proposed to me," she said with a smile but despite that I could see the sadness in her eyes. "Congrats!" I greeted her. She just smiled at me. "It's not like what you think, Twaine." she continued. "I didn't accept his proposal." A series of tears fell in her eyes after she said that. "I love him so much, in our four year