You're Still My Man

CHAPTER ONE

NEW YORK five in the morning.

"Bizz...bizz...bizz..." Austine's cellphone vibrated continuously beside him. He slept on his tummy so he rolled over and annoyingly grabbed his cellphone. "What! who's this? For God sake let me sleep. Please, just call again later. Okay!" he irritatingly shouted.

"Austine! Is that the way how to answer to your own mother?" he heard his mother sweet voice on the other of the line.

Napaawang ang kanyang labi nang makikila ang boses ng sariling ina.

"Mom? Oh! God I'm sorry! What's up? Why did you call in this too early in the morning." he sat up on his bed while holding his cellphone with his right hand and rubbed his eyes using his left hand.

"Austine, you need to come home, as soon as possible." his mother said in a very serious tone.

"Mom, please! You know, I can't!" he immediately said.

"You can't or you just don't want too? I understand if you really don't like to step again in my own country but some things happened in here. And we need you, your older brother needs you. He had a car accident yesterday and right now he's still in coma." His mother started sobbing.

"What? How does that happened to Kuya Robbie?" he sighed deeply and stood to grabbed a bottled water on the bedside table.

"He lost control in his car when a young boy suddenly crossed the street, he tried not to hit the boy so he swerved his car and he goes directly into the solid light post. Son, please come home. I'm begging you" his mother sobbed continuously.

"Mom! Oh God! Okey, okey! I'm coming home." he said defeatedly.

NINOY AQUINO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

Two days after, a very handsome man wearing a gray sweat shirt with black shirt underneath on it, and a light blue maong pants, black converse shoes, black cap and a gray sun glasses, got the attention of most passengers he passed by.

Austine Charles, set foot again in Ninoy Aquino International Airport after ten years of running away to his mother beloved country. Before, this country was his most favorite place on earth but after that traumatic incident happened ten years ago he was totally avoided to come back home.

This country hold the most painful memories that he carried in his heart for a very long years of agony and nightmares that might going to continue for the rest of his life.

"Austie! My boy! Here! Here!" A jolly man called him from the right side of arrival alley. Austine recognized him, his father trusted personal driver Lino a.k.a Elton John. He was the one who called him Elton John because Lino was an avid fan of the music legend Elton John.

"Elton John! Hi! Kumusta ka na?" he walked towards his father personal driver.

"Mabuti! Mabuti! You! You!magaling ka pa din managalog and you're so good looking, very handsome! Good thing that you still remember my name! Maganda yon! hahaha! Come! Let me help you to carry your luggage." Elton John looked at him excitedly from head to toe and grabbed the trolley he were holding that consists of his three luggage. "Let's go, follow me." he pushed the trolley toward the exit door of the airport.

"Thank you." he took a heavy long breathed then followed his father personal driver.

"Austie, you okey? Ibig ko sabihin you know, mukhang namumutla ka kasi. Your face." Elton John stood beside him and looked closely to his pale face.

"I'm okey, I'm just tired and a little bit sleepy. I can't sleep on my way here." he forced a smile to showed Elton John that nothing have to worry.