"Yes Marco, that's the truth.""He's in the good hands right now.""Thank you, Marc.""Thank you.... for you, that you gave me a son. For now, I'll leave you. Are you alone here?""Yes Marc, bye!"I kissed her goodbye but my mind kept on reeling about why I had to behave like this in front of Danielle. Maybe, that's the way I treated her in my mind for the past years; as an enemy of my life or an angel from above? I wanted to finish my dream; I wanted life to be easy and reachable with my capabilities.I went to Bank Street where Mike was working inside the mall, in a Coffee Shop, owned and operated by an American businessman, as I read in the newspaper. Businesses of this kind started to flourish in Dubai and more international fast-food chains of restaurants were mushrooming around this city.I sat in the open dining area, ordered a cappuccino, and sliced blueberry cheesecake. Mike Luna served my order and gladly greeted me."Marco my friend, I'm glad you visited me...I have somethi
Danielle told me that we had to settle this matter as early as possible, for us to work it out whenever it needs time. Danielle called all the house staff for a meeting and I observed the proceedings. She relayed some information and asked about the happenings inside the house, especially about the boy. Also, she asked the maids and kitchen staff to cook something special tonight."Papa will be with us tonight at the dinner table," Danielle told me while she asked the maid to call Marco junior. After a while, Marco junior ran to her; Danielle kissed and hugged him, "Mommy, I missed you so much!""Me too darling!"I viewed them as Ayah Isabel and my boy, an instant reaction to my hidden part as a father. The reality, knocked me off that I faced personally my first offspring on this earth. The love for him deep inside of me pulled apart to form a unique feeling toward him."Mommy who is he?""Marco, his name is the same as you.""True mommy?""Yes because he's your father!"Marco junior
"Don't worry I'll remind him. Anything you want just ask Ayah about it, okay?" "Yes Marco, thank you so much!" "You visited your child?" "Yes, Marc, he's fine." I hugged Lina Luna and she cried in my arms. She's distraught with her husband, Mike Luna. "Don't worry, I'll talk to Mike about it....just enjoy tonight, okay?" "I'm happy for you Marco....you developed your life for the past years, while for us...it's slowly breaking apart." "I'll help you and Mike." I separated from Lina to offset the situation, and held the microphone for a toast, "Attention everyone, this occasion is for my newborn daughter, and for my son...who lost because.....okay, let's have a toast!" We drank our beverages and began to eat. Everyone enjoyed the food while the music was on the air to remind us...reminded me that I was sold my soul to the devil. Edward took the microphone and sang, "My Prayer" and after a while, Lina had the microphone and sang. "I Don't Know How To Love Him." They simultaneous
It was in the year 1991 February 15 when the deadline for withdrawal had been set by the United National Security Council.I remained in Dubai for my usual job, monitored the news headlines, and occasional night outings, and continued the manpower business. The news coming from the Philippines and the local dailies were buried deep in my heart while continuing to follow its development.The forces of a multinational coalition led by the United States compelled Iraq to withdraw its occupation forces from neighboring Kuwait. Iraq had illegally invaded and occupied Kuwait on August 2, 1990, and on January 15, 1991, the deadline for withdrawal had been set by United Nations Security Council. Iraq accused Kuwait of conducting "economic warfare against it by overproducing oil and thereby pushing down petroleum prices. When faced with international demands for withdrawal, Iraqi President Saddam Hussein tried to elicit Arab support by offering to pull out if Israel would withdraw its forces f
It was in the year 1993 of June when I visited my parent's house in Hinigaran, Negros Occidental.Along the way going to Bacolod City, we stopped by my parent's house in Hinigaran. My brothers and sisters thanked me for all the support I extended to them by sending money every month. And, my mother and father were very proud of my present status."Marco, stay with us for a month, so that we talked together with your mother," Father suggested."Yes father, mother...I love to stay with you.""Come children, come to grandpa...,." my father said."No, come to grandma....come....children...,." mother said while hugging them all."Mommy, we'll stay here in grandma's house?" Anne said to Ayah."Yes Anne, we'll stay for vacation."My parents, sisters, and brothers liked us to stay which I thought to be the best option for me and for my family. I needed answers to some of my inner thoughts for a long time; and the interaction of my children with their grandparents and relatives. The family con
We seated at the school open canteen and I told Edward to order our snacks while I went to Marco Junior's classroom. When I arrived, the teacher was explaining something in front of her class. I saw Marco talked to her teacher where he approached me and give me respect. "Good morning Daddy, my teacher wants to meet you inside the classroom?" "Yes, sure my son." We went inside the classroom smiling at them. "Miss Bueno....classmates....this is my father...his name is Mr. Marco Fernando!" Marco Junior introduced me. "Good morning Miss Bueno.....good morning to all!" I said. "You know Mr. Fernando, we have regulations here in school that when a parent visited his/her child in school...the student must introduce him/her parent on his classmates....and he's excused from class if he/she wanted to," the teacher said. "Okay then, Marco Junior...let's find your little sister." We visited Shaira Rose in her classroom, and I did the introduction too, then, left together with her maid, tut
We happily continued our conversation while drinking when Mike noticed Danielle Gustilo and Roger Ferrer come inside the bar, seated, and ordered."Marco, look, it is Danielle ....and Roger Ferrer..." Mike whispered to me."Where...What table?""Over there....near the counter...""Ohhh....yes, it's them....back me up, okay?" I went to their table, seated in front of them, and looked at them without saying a word,"How's the night Danielle?""Marco.....Marc just going out with Roger...my life is boring for the past months...you know..." Danielle answered."Can we talk personally, just you and me.... without the presence of an alien from Mars-like your companion now?""I'm not an alien you rotten....." Roger answered."Go...go...out!" I suddenly clamped my palm to Roger's fingers and twisted it.He went outside and Mike followed and observed him. When Mike came back, I gave him money for the payment of our food and drinks."Mike, drive my car....follow me to Jumeirah Beach...here's the
"Okay...fine...come with us. Ryan this is Mike Luna.""Hi...I'm Ryan Mallari...Mike." He extended his arm to Mike."Okay, guys let's go!" I said. "Ryan you're the driver, we're going to Jumeirah Beach House."It was around eight in the evening when I checked the time on my wristwatch. The evening air kept my mind absorbing things easily. It soothed my face and the whole of my body. It gave freshness on the outside, but deep in my heart, it's burning profusely.I entered the house, open the lights, and checked the house silently. I went to Danielle's room but she was not there. I checked thoroughly every angle of the room and I noticed a pocket-sized picture of Roger Ferrer at the base of the bed's leg. I kept it in my wallet and went outside."Okay, Ryan...Mike.... let's proceed to Le Rendezvous Disco."It was almost ten in the evening when we arrived at the disco where we were seated in the upper portion of the place with a video recorder in my hand. It's almost full of people, mostl