A few weeks later, finally, the day every Filipino has been waiting for, the thirtieth of June. Where a new Philippine president is proclaimed every six years.
Every filipino, except Imee, perhaps.
She hasn't built up strength to tell her husband the real deal.
"Good morning.." Rodrigo greets his wife who was getting ready - he just sneaked out of his own house to visit her. As much as they wanted to, they can't be seen with each other.
"Good morning, Mr. President!" Imee greeted back and forced a smile.
"Kamusta?" Rod smiled as he sat on the bed.
"Di ko alam saang filipiniana gagamitin ko, this blue topaz one or this bright red one.." aniya as she stood infront of the two dresses.
"Kahit saan, maganda ka pa rin.." Rodrigo uttered.
"Bolero!!" Imee giggles.
"Gusto ko yung red kaso di ko na-plantsa yung blue nalang.." Imee said.
"Gusto mo yung red?" Rodrigo whispered near Imee's neck as he stood behind her.
"Edi plantsahin ko na.. Mwah!" he added and kissed her in the cheeks before picking up the dress to iron it.
"What are you doing? Mal-late ka na, Rod! You're half dressed! Where's your barong?" Imee authoritatively asked.
"You didn't bring secu?" she asked further as she peeked on the blinds from her room.
"Hindi.." pagbaba niya ng boses.
"Rodrigo, what did I say about safety?" she sermons.
"Sorry, hindi na mauulit.." he apologizes.
"Better be!" she replied before she entered the shower.
She just took a bath, and when she got out of the shower, her filipiniana was already ironed. And a newly washed towel was already prepared outside of the bathroom.
Hays! 🦋🦋🦋
"Rod!" she called.
"Yes!" sagot niya naman habang pumasok ng kwarto na may dalang baso ng tubig.
"Inom ka muna.." he ordered.
"Hm?" Imee confusedly asked.
"Inom ka muna.. Ang dry na ng lips mo, di ka ba umiinom ng tubig? Pwede ka ma-dehydrate.." he sermons.
"Huh?" she replied as she touched her lips.
"Sabi ko, tubig.." Rodrigo replied, took Imee's hands of her lips and kissed her.
"Gusto mo sapak, Rodrigo?!" she asked and gave him a glare.
"I love you too!" he teased as he sat on the bed.
"I need help with my gown.." pasupladang sabi ni Imee.
"Okay.." Rodrigo quickly followed to zip Imee's gown up.
"Ganda.." Rodrigo complimented as he rested his head on his wife's shoulder and wrapped her in a hug.
Imee then picked one of Rodrigo's perfume from the vanity and sprayed it onto her gown, on her skin - on her neck.
"Anyway, I have a little gift.." Imee uttered as she opened the mini vault in her closet.
"Little? Nasa vault?" Rodrigo replied.
"Manahimik ka nga, ako naman nagbayad!" Imee jokingly said as she sat on the floor to enter the pin and get the cufflinks.
"Halika.." Rodrigo offered a hand, and pulled Imee toward him. Para-paraan.
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La Douleur Exquise: Imee Marcos
FanficLa Douleur Exquise is a rollercoaster of a family drama, mostly from the eyes of the rose among the thorns, the unica hija of Ms. Imee Marcos, and watch as she goes through the struggles and challenges of her life as a member of a prominent family. ...
