First Love, Last Love

Chapter 22

Wyeth's POV

Love and affection can be compared to the weather. It can be hot. It can be cold. It constantly changes.

"Papa! Papa!"

Hearing his voice automatically makes me smile. His laughters makes my day complete and eases the pain in my heart. He's the reason why I kept on believing and surviving each and every day without her.

"Andrei." I kneeled down then opened my arms for a hug.

"Papa! I saw your name written in a table somewhere there." Itinuro niya ang mesang may dalawang maliit na snowman na nakapatong sa ibabaw.

He grabbed my hand then pulled me towards the table. Itinuro niya ang parte ng mesang kung saan sinasabi niyang nakasulat ang pangalan ko.

I checked the entire table for every portion of it has different names written on it. Iba't-ibang characters which made me a hard time seeing my name.

Eula ❤ Wyeth

That is what was written.

Since then until now, she's still the one for me. She's still my one and only. She's the only girl I love this way.

"Papa, who's Eula?" My son innocently asked as he saw me smiled at the names.

"She's my first love baby. My very first love." I answered as I kept staring on our names.

Love is indeed magical. It's been a long time but then, everything still feels the same.

"Seriously Wyeth, what are you thinking spacing out early in the morning?"

I blinked a few times then I realized that I was still in the middle of a meeting with my whole family.

What did just happened?

"He's still in dreamland dad. He's hopeless. Jeez." Wade

"Five years ng wala si Eula hanggang ngayon tulala ka pa rin? How was that?" Kuya Blake

I glared at my brothers. Naging ugali na talaga nilang asarin ako. Hindi ako nagrereklamo dahil totoo naman ang sinasabi nila.

It's been five years since she left but then, it feels like it's been decades since we last saw each other.

"Bago ka pa ulit mapunta sa panaginip niyo ni Eula, masabi ko lang bro. May pupuntahan kang art gallery mamaya. Kailangan mong pilian ng art works yung Amore Hotel." Paalala ni Ate Avery.

"Do I really have to do it?" Angal ko. "Hindi ko naman hawak ang Amore Hotel kaya bakit ako pa ang maghahanap ng art works para dun? Ate Aaliyah could go if it's about the artworks. Siya naman ang namamahala sa interior decorations ng mga businesses na hawak natin."

"Then what? Magkukulong ka na naman sa penthouse. Magmumukmok. Iinom ng alak hanggang sa makatulog ka tapos kinabukasan ganun ulit ang gagawin mo." Litanya ni Ate Amber.

Napangiwi ako ng makita ko ang gulat na reaksyon ni Mommy. "Alvin Wyeth! Are trying to kill yourself?! Bakit mo ginagawa yun?!"

"Mom, Ate Amber is just exaggerating! Hindi naman ganun ang ginagawa ko."

Ate Amber crossed her arms then smirked at me. "Oh really huh? No wonder ayaw bumalik ni Eula dito. You turned out to be an alcoholic. I won't be shocked if you turned out to be a drug addict too."

"ALVIN WYETH?!" Mom exclaimed.

Sinamaan ko lang ng tingin si Ate. It's her fault that she left me to chase her dreams. Kung may isang skill man ang pamilya namin na pinagsisisihan kong nagkaroon kami, it's their skill of convincing people. Ang galing mangumbinsi ng mga kapatid ko to the point na pati si Eula, napapayag nilang umalis at hanggang ngayon, hindi pa bumabalik sa Pilipinas.