"Lenlen Loser!"
Those were the words of Bongbong's supporters against the outgoing vice president of the Philippines especially after she lost the presidency. The president-elect did not like the fact that these comments did not bother his biggest r...
It was Aimee's question when she arrived at her brother's office. Bongbong was able to delete the comment but the issue was getting so big that he had to conduct a press conference for it. Before it even began, his sister was demanding her piece of the story.
He held her shoulders firmly. "No." He answered and sighed. She caught his reaction first hand so he knew that his sister would not accept his lame excuse. "I was just trying to make fun of her and accidentally used my real account." His head was bowed — eyes on the carpeted floor.
She sighed — obviously disappointed. "It's okay, Kuya. I hope she'll understand." Her hand went to comfort him by running it through his back.
As if on cue, Martin came knocking at the door. "President? Everything is ready na for your presscon." He announced without opening the door.
Bongbong raised his head and smiled at his sister. "Thank you." He grabbed her hand. "But no one one has to know about this, please." His voice was begging.
Aimee nodded slowly.
Both of their attention went to the door when Martin suddenly pushed it open. "Bong?" He called before he realized that he was with his sister. "Oy, Aimee."
His sister greeted their cousin. "Marts," She walked closer to him and tapped his shoulder. "Ikaw na bahala kay Kuya."
"Oo naman." He answered with a grin before turning his eyes to Bongbong.
Bongbong gave him a nod as they walked out of the office — leaving Aimee. His heart was pounding on his chest as his every step felt like walking to his own demise.
"So, what happened?" Martin finally opened the topic while striding beside him.
He did not look at his direction. "I told you; I don't know." He replied with emphasis on each word. "I was probably hacked or something." He continued.
His cousin gave him a look of disbelief. "Sus. Kilala kita, Ferdinand 'Bongbong' Marcos Jr. Type mo talaga 'no?"
Halting, he threw a glare at him. "Kailan mo ititigil 'yang pangungulit mo?"
"Kapag umamin ka na."
"Wala akong dapat aminin." He retorted and continued his long strides.
They finally arrived at the lobby of the building where the press conference was set up. His anxiety skyrocketed when he saw the microphone on the table and the number of media personnel sitting on the chairs prepared for them.
He gulped and smiled before he entered their view. Everyone stood to greet him as well until he reached the table and sat there.
The first questions did not mention anything about the mistake he made. Instead, they asked about his upcoming inauguration. It seemed like they were trying to communicate and convince each other to ask the question without saying words. He could tell by looking at their facial expressions and gestures.
Finally, a young woman raised her hand. "President, nakita mo naman po siguro yung viral na screenshot ngayon about you commenting sa live ni outgoing Vice President Leni Robredo, totoo po ba 'yon?"
Beads of sweat started to form on his face. "Yes." He paused for a moment — giving them time to murmur their comments. "However, I do not know how it happened." He lied. "You don't have to worry. I already secured my account. That won't happen again." His hands were shaking under the table.
"Is there anything that you want to tell the VP Leni?" She followed up, earning gasps from other media personnel.
He smiled before looking at the camera. "Uhm... Vice President Leni Robredo," He began. He could hear his own heart from inside his chest. "I'm really sorry for what happened. I know I have not talked to you in person since the election." Then, he came up with an idea at that very moment. "So, can I invite you to join me at my inauguration?"
The place almost exploded with the muttering of everyone there. None of them knew how to react with what the president-elect had just said. Eventually, the noise died out as they continued asking more questions.
Exhausted was an understatement. Bongbong buried himself on the couch as soon as the press conference was over. His anxiety during the entire time seemed to have taken all his energy.
Why was I so nervous?
He remembered something he thought of while on the event and called one of his staff. "Kyle?" Who scrambled to him in an instant. "Can you order a bouquet of red roses and send it to the Vice President's office together with the box on top of the desk?" He pointed at his table.
Kyle blinked in shock before answering. "O-opo." He answered — confused. "May letter po ba akong isasama."
"Yes. Please write:
Madam Vice President,
I'm hoping to talk to you in person to apologize. Please consider this as my peace offering.
Love, Marcos"
His staff paused from writing then looked at him. He stared back before asking. "What's the problem?"
"Exactly like that, sir?" Kyle asked reluctantly.
He did not think that there was a problem with what he said so he nodded. "Yes. Exactly like that."
After that, his staff took the box and walked out of his office to process his request. He decided to go back to his work. He buried himself on his paperwork the entire day until Kyle emerged from the door once again.
"Senator- I mean... President." He said as soon as he opened the door.
Bongbong noticed the card he was holding. "What happened?"
Kyle raised the envelope between his fingers and approached to hand it over to him. "The OVP sent this as a reply."
He accepted it excitedly. The dark pink envelope was sealed carefully that made it more exciting for him. After using an opener, he fished out the light card inside the envelope.
Written in an elegant manner was the word
"Okay"
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