Ram's clan grew to respect him. When he transferred the whole tribe to a bigger and better tree, his peers had looked up to him as a leader.
"Ram, where did you find your wife?"
"Yeah, she's so juicy!
Ram scrutinized them suspiciously. "Do you peep on Olga?"
Years had gone by, but still, Waling did not moan. She did not cry or whimper. She did not speak to him ever, even when he started to beat her daughter. Finny was the same as her mother. No reaction...Ram was getting tired. "Do not give these women food and drink!" he ordered in a sulking tone."Yes, Master Ram!"
The tikbalangs were stirring. The first one to be conscious moaned aloud."What do you need?" Brie asked in a concerned voice."Water...""Food..." The others followed.
The four individuals were having an impromptu meeting at the dining table while drinking wine and eating roasted chicken. The women had used their fairy powers to provide drinks and the food.Brie churned out a bottle of the most expensive wine in the world--the Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, which was made in 1992.
Zac sat on his chair while watching Ivana clear the kitchen of any trashes. She washed and cleaned each glass. She made the plates with the engraving disappear and the bottle of wine, too. She used magic to all these chores."Whew! It is more tiresome! Using magic!" Ivana sighed tiredly. "But I am practicing my powers!""Enough practicing for now, honey," Zac drawled seductively. "Come. Sit here." He patted his lap invitingly.
The next morning after the party, Orlando spent the day driving the women to their destinations. He had given them money to start their lives. After all, they were his ancestors because they had been the wives of his forefathers.It was weird but Orlando could not think of the abnormal situation he was in. He could not think about his mother who turned out a fairy. He could not think of his daughters who turned out to be witches. All he could think about were the two women who had equal rights to his heart and his body.
"Who's there? No! It can't be!" Belinda's eldest brother looked like her father at sixty years old. From the round spectacles to the rounded belly, Brother Ben was the picture of a successful businessman.Belinda tried to smile. "I am Belinda, your youngest sister. Brother Benjie, may I come in?"Brother Ben hesitated while staring at her in disbelief. "No, I don't believe you!"
Vino was dreaming. Or, at least, he watched himself while sleeping. He had Brie snuggling on his chest. Only a thin sheet covered their nakedness.He walked around the room. Or he floated in the air while observing the surroundings.'Can I slip through the walls?' Vino wondered as he touched the wall. His fingers and hand passed through the concrete partition!
"No! You two stay here! I mean, I am going to divorce you--not turn you away!" Orlando's hair was repeatedly rumpled by his hands. He walked from the window to the single sofa he occupied.Eve and Belinda were both seated quietly. Their eyes followed his movements.Eve's bags were at her feet. Belinda was still wearing the soaking wet dress.