Romance Anthologies

En Route Pour Paris

A/N: Someone requested a honeymoon takeaway for bngln, so might as well clip it at the same timeframe as DMP (after the wedding kembular) universe. Here you go, Ms. Nineteen-NinetySix! (ang haba ng un hindi ko mamention sa phone kasi biglang nagrereload huhu sorry po, dedicate ko na laaang) Salamat po, pasensya na medyo natagalan. I'm still on break and I'm not functioning too well yet ushahshwhd.

PS. uunahan ko na kayo, hindi ko talaga alam kung anong ginagawa ko dito but I did my best ok ASHAHSHAHAHAHAHA pls hindi pa ako nakakapaghoneymoon emz. Thinking I could spice things up so here u go < 33

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Hotel Montaigne. The sign on the facade read. While the hotel personnel unloaded their van and brought their baggage to their room, Leni brought only the medium-sized tote bag she always carries with her everywhere she goes. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply several times as she took in the strange yet surreal atmosphere of Paris, France. When she was blissfully taking in the uplifting vibes of being in a new country, she was startled when an arm wrapped around her waist, and she instinctively moved closer to the person who had done so.

"Hmm?" she thoughtlessly mumbled. "Are you feeling alright, Bong?"

"I should be the one asking you that," he chortled. He hated to ask and spoil the mood with her possible answer but he fired away, "Kanina ka pa humihinga ng malalim. Is there something bothering you?" 

"OA mo ha," she nudged his elbow. "I mean...am I really in Paris with you?"

"Ano pa bang pruweba ang kailangan mo, aber?" he rubbed his hands on her arms.

"I have no idea," Leni laughed heartily.

They were walking forward and entering the hotel when she suddenly reached for his hand and linked their fingers together. The hotel personnel assisted them both in successfully checking in at the same time. As Bongbong took care of the booking procedure that was currently taking place, Leni's head rotated around to take a look at the lounges and the atmosphere of the entire ground level. After that, everything went off without a hitch as they claimed their keys, entered the newly opened elevator and hit the button for the highest floor.

"Are you kidding me?" Leni's jaw dropped, realizing what was about to go on.

"I'm not..." lumalakas na ang kabog ng dibdib ni Bongbong. He was expecting her to react like this but the situation was slightly different inside his head compared to the actual one. His wife is brilliant and quick-witted but he was not anticipating her to notice it this early.

She breathed out, "I know you're a Marcos and all but-"

"Mahal," he hushed her calmly. "Let's wait till we get there, okay?"

Napangiwi si Leni sa panghihinayang at pati na rin sa kilig. In the back of her mind, she muttered an expletive directed at Bongbong as he once again found his way towards her sweet tooth and stopped her from babbling about things. They did not traverse for very long before they reached their floor, and when they finally arrived at their doorstep and as Bongbong did the honor of opening the room, her inside organs performed a second somersault with the open space that they entered.

Holy cow of sweet potatoes.

A king-sized bed, a magnificent chandelier, fragrant candles lighted in every nook and cranny, and one hell of a large place for something that can be considered a bedroom. There was a dinette set up outside on the patio, and inside, close to the bar counter, there was also a kitchen and a wine collection that was on show. They are literally on the topmost floor of the building, which serves as the penthouse of the hotel and is the most expensive accommodation there is. This is the reason why Leni was about to blow up inside the elevator earlier. Not Hermention, she quickly threw her tote bag on the bed, opened the window doors of their veranda, and oh, she could sit there and look at the Eiffel Tower for the rest of her life.