Imaginarse (Oneshot stories)

Dama Noble

Issa's point of view

"Madam, pasok na daw po kayo" my Father's attendant spoke to me.

I went inside his office, he was in his usual functional clothes.

"Querías verme? (You wanted to see me?)" I asked.

"Yes, take a seat" He said.

"Fix things with your Mother." He said to me as if it was a very unadorned and serene.

My eyebrows furrowed.

"Who are you talking to? Me?" I laughed.

"I am serious Issabelle" my Father said with his grave face.

"I am too, you hate her! Why would you want me to fix things with her?, olvidaste lo que nos hizo? (Did you forget what she did to us?)" I asked.

"It's none of your business if I hate your Mother, I just want you to go home and fix things with her!" He yelled.

"Es increíble! Por qué haría eso? no quiero ver a su Papa! (This is unbelievable! Why would I do that? I don't want to see her Papa!)" I said in wrath.

"I don't care if you want to or not but you are going home! You're gonna fix things with your Mother, you are not going back here until so!" He said.

"You're gonna regret this" I said and left.

I ran to my suite to fix my stuff, I brought out my small luggage and my bag, He wants me out of here? Fine.

One day pass by...

I saw the PSG right by the arrival area here in NAIA terminal Three, I just arrived.

They immediately greeted me and escorted me to the van.

"Where are we heading?" I asked the driver.

"We're heading to the Malacanang Palace po Madam" the driver then responded.

After 45 minutes we arrived, they escorted me inside the Palace, then there they are, my own flesh and blood.

She immediately hugged me, I placed my hand on her back, returning the hug, everyone that I remember is here, they are smiling at me.

"Welcome home, Anak" she said in teary eyes.

Then my two brothers came and hugged me as well.

"Welcome home Sis" they said in unison.

They led me to the dining hall, I sat beside her.

"So, how are you?" My uncle asked.

"Im good, greetings on winning the presidential elections" I said and gave a small smile.

"How's your flight Hija?" Tita Liza asked.

"It was well" I said.

"It's been ten years! How's life in Spain?" My brother asked.

"It's splendid, I really got used to it" I said.

"How's Dad?" Kuya Luis asked.

"He is doing good" I said.

"That's good to know, no plans on going home here?" Kuya Alfonso asked.

"No" I directly answered.

After everything that had happened, they expect my Father to come home like nothing occurred?

"I never knew Malacanang Palace is an event place? Why are we having dinner here?" I asked.

"Well, you just came home, your Lola wanted it to happen here" my Mother said.