8 parte Ongoing Carefree, loud, parties - that's what life is for Ailee Tan. He lived for late nights and endless noise. Thrown into his mother's hometown, Bicol, his rowdy life screeches. The sole reason? Teaching him a lesson. Typical.
As he thought it couldn't get any worse, he literally crashes into Julio Rigel- their barrios' hard-working, and annoyingly principled farm boy. Ailee's exact words? His total opposite. Their first meeting? Chaotic. Getting along? You're kidding. There's no denying that they don't get along. Working in the sun and sweating is one thing. But working with Julio Rigel? Kill him.
They say hate is a strong word- but for Ailee and Julio? It came a little too easily. Ailee hated stillness. In a place that moved slower, he became used to the pace. Maybe, it's the province.
Maybe...it's someone.
"You know, my dad taught me one word from Bicol. Sabi niya, I should say this to the people who mean the most to me. Padaba Taka, Rigel."