MOHABBATEIN

Chapter 1

MAKATI, PHILIPPINES
Present Time
2:45 PM; 39 degrees celsius

It was a hot and humid climate on the said prosperous city. Its temperature is as the same as the actual weather in geography books or in the weather websites. Some of the traffic lights were not function well but fortunately, most of them function well because it changes the lights' colors from hour to hour. You can see the vehicles run in the highways and roads moderately. And also, you can see the motorcycle drivers. Unfortunately, some of the traffic roads were filled with more vehicles rather than the other roads because of rush hour. Rush hour and traffic jam are the same definition. People experienced this for how many years due to multiple problems.

Outside of the modeling agency building, the male teenagers were falling their lines straight while bringing their resumés. Most of the teenagers were aged 17 to 26 years old and they're all boys. The cameraman was bringing his video camera and shoot some auditionees. While the audition continues, a reporter whose aged in the 30s reported about the audition. Together with his cameraman, the said audition is about the producers would find someone for the TV commerical; and it was a fastfood chain commercial.

"Good afternoon, everybody! This is your only boy 'reporter' Rei Martin for Manila Broadcasting System. And I'm here at the audition booth outside of the Cornerstone Modeling Agency building. The said audition is for the fastfood chain commercial. The TV commercial producers conducted an audition for the sake of the fastfood chain's future success. That's why, most of the auditionees seemed very excited despite of the humidity here. So, what are waiting for? Let's come along and see what's the audition going on!" said and explained the reporter.

The other cameraman focuses the auditionees with his TV camera. The auditionees looked at the camera and wave their hands as if they thought that they're celebrities. Few seconds later, suddenly, the cameraman focused a 40 year old man bringing his nephew's resumé. Suresh is his name and he's a history professor in a prestigeous university. The cameraman focused him straight but Suresh surprised seriously and looking at the camera.

"Okay! Number 0940. Mr. Beckham Reid, 18." the assistant called outside.

Suresh came inside of the building. Then, he reached on the registration desk to register his nephew's name Beckham. His nephew's name was cool actually. Well, let's go back to the story. There was a misunderstanding came in to him. A receptionist asked him and said:

"Are you Mr. Beckham Reid?" he said to Suresh.

One day, the pedicab stopped at the outside of the building. Suresh's aunt named Martha rushed out on the pedicab and she started complaining to the pedicab driver.

"Damn! Lord! You're very slow driver. Why is your pedicab ran very slow, huh?! That's why we made our travel very slow! Don't you know?! Don't you know, huh?! You made my day STRESSFUL!! AS STRESSFUL LIKE YOU!" she argued to the driver.

"Excuse me, ma'am! You're such a DAMN asshole! Can you please slow down your voice?! Your voice is roaring to my ears and that is why you made me become deaf!"

"Hey, you! UNTOUCHABLE! Don't call me such oversexual nicknames as what you've called it to your enemies?! You know what, you should be pissed off to your useless job! You know?!"

"BLAH-BLAH-BLAH! I'm very proud with my job--"

"Mom, can I get out here?" Beckham's voice asked his mother.

"Wait, son! I'm so busy arguing this sh*tty pedicab driver!"

"MOM!"

"Now, go out GROWN UP! Go out on the pedicab! Your uncle is waiting there for you."