Be mine, Mr. cutie (Siel Series #1) COMPLETED

Wakas (Marcus)

Thank you very much for letting me write my first story, which will always hold a special spot in my heart.

This is the final chapter of "Be Mine, Mr. Cutie." I know there's still things I need to improve, but thank you for reading my story and making me feel like my dream has come true.

Thank you until the next time I write again.

"I will Continue to pen the words... "

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Warning R-18

"Bata!" I heard a soft voice calling me from behind, so I turned around and saw a boy with an angelic face. I think he is in fifth grade.

I gave him a puzzled look as to why this kid was calling out to me. We are almost around the same age, but I'm taller than him.

"Lapit ka." he cutely ordered me around, but who does he think he is to speak to me like that?

I am standing outside the school, waiting for my nana mela to arrive. She just goes inside to talk with some important person. This is my first time coming to this place. Our parents have agreed to let us live here with their trusted maid who has been taking care of us since we were little.

Surely, living and studying in the Philippines is pretty good. I don't really enjoy talking about business all day with my parents. I prefer spending time with my older brother and doing things we both enjoy. That's why we are both happy knowing that we will stay here in the Philippines from now on.

I come to my senses and start to get closer to the boy. What does he need?

"Abot mo ba 'to?" He turned his head and placed his hands on top, showing me what he was pointing at. He is using light blue paint to color the wall. I think he can't reach the top to paint it because he's too short.

I'm grateful that I can understand Tagalog, but I still can't speak it.

"Why?" I felt like laughing when I saw the surprised expression on his face. Is this the first time he's hearing someone speak English?

"Ba't ka nag eengles? 'di ako marunong." he laughed but i find it more cute.

"Kaya mo ba?" I was surprised by his questions. It was the first time someone asked me if I could. Everyone assumed I could because I am mature for my age.

I simply nodded at him, and he smiled widely at me, just like a child who has won a big prize.

After I finished painting the wall, he clapped his hands and I noticed some paint stains on my hands. It was quite messy.

"Ang galing mo!!" He happily exclaimed as if I had done something big. It's just a painting, no big deal.

"Tara sama ka sa akin, isoli ko muna 'to tapos kakain tayo. Hintayin mo ako ah"

He didn't allow me to speak as he rushed inside with his paintbrush and other painting materials. He seems so innocent. I wonder why I'm still here, waiting for him.

When he got there, he was with a lady in her forties. He happily waved at me, making me jump in surprise. I shouldn't have waited for him here, what was I thinking!

"S'ya po 'yon ma'am. Yung batang tumulong sa'kin. P'wede po ba natin s'yang isama?" He is currently talking to her, right in front of me. He has been suggesting that I join them, but he hasn't actually asked me yet. He's quite a kiddo.

"Oo naman, Ivo. Mabait naman pala s'ya. Hello, salamat sa pagtulong. Ako si ma'am emily." The lady spoke directly to me, and I didn't know how to respond so I just smiled at her... And the cute and yapper kid named, Ivo?