A/N Again I’m making the two characters bearable for me and the others. GoodVibes! 😊😊😊
Carlo was awakened by an incessant phone call.
It was his seldom-used home telephone, perched on top of his bedside table, that had been ringing.
He abruptly sat up, his head throbbing from the alcohol he excessively consumed last night.
He picked up the phone, his heart pounding as he did so.
Only one person calls him on that number and she only calls him on weekends.
It was just the middle of the working week and he doesn’t expect a call from her, unless…
“Nay? May problema po ba?”
“Ang tatay mo…. kailangan ka namin dito anak…”
“Bakit po? Anong nangyari kay tatay?”
“Inatake siya sa puso habang binabantayan ang mga tauhan natin na nag-aani sa bukid.”
“Po? Asan na siya? Saan na ospital? Tatawagan ko para asikasuhin nilang maigi si tatay.”
Carlo frantically answered.
“Wag na anak. Wala na ang tatay mo. Hindi na naagapan…”
Then he heard his mother’s cries.
He felt numb all of a sudden. His tatay’s face, naughty demeanor, caring ways, calming words of encouragement instantly occupying his mind.
The person he loves so much, aside from his mother, is gone.
He felt his cheeks get wet from the tears that had been flowing the moment his mother told him the sad news.
“Uuwi po ako nay.”
Carlo Asuncion grew up in the care of his two loving parents Felicidad and Anastacio.
They lived in Benguet, Mountain Province.
Even though the farm Anastacio is tending barely sustains their needs, he made sure that Carlo would be sent to school.
Felicidad just stays home to take care of her husband and son and ensure that they would have a meal waiting for them in the comforts of their humble home when they arrive from work and from school.
On weekends, she and her son would be selling strawberries to tourists frequenting their place.
They were happy.
Carlo was able to finish highschool and was studying as a full scholar in UP Baguio.
Until the family of a certain Eduardo Buenavista Sr. came to their place and began investing in properties, purchasing vast lands in the area.
The property they were occupying wasn’t spared as well.
It was sold by the heirs of the owner to the Buenavistas and Anastacio couldn’t do anything coz he didn’t own the land anyway.
They were just caretakers of the former landowners when they were still alive.
Anastacio was given cash in exchange of the priceless place his family calls home.
Left with no choice, Anastacio accepted the cash and left Benguet with his wife and son.
Good thing that Carlo was a top student and it was arranged by his school for him to transfer to UP Diliman.
Felicidad and Anastacio, who were not used to the fast paced Manila life, tried to cope.
Anastacio and Felicidad sold vegetables in the market to sustain their daily needs. They were supplied by their friends in Benguet.
When Carlo finished at the top of his studies, and was immediately hired by a big company, he worked so hard to provide for his parents until he was able to close a billion peso deal for the company where he works.
Out of gratitude, the owners, generously compensated him and made him a CEO of one of their many companies.
That company he would be handling was the bank and building being rented out at Punta Verde.
Before taking the offer, he requested to arrange for his parents to be brought back to Benguet.
He was sure that his parents would be happy with their friends and relatives there.
With the money he had, he easily purchased a big property for them. It included a house which only needed minor repairs and a farm to plant strawberries, vegetables and palay.
Carlo helped them settle then left to begin his new life and journey at Punta Verde.
He’d been running the bank and other investments for nearly two years now but he never failed to visit his parents.
They were his top priority.
He never forgot the hardships of his father just to be able to put him to good schools.
He never forgot his mother’s caring ways.
That love of his parents always gives him warmth and comfort despite being far from each other.
He will forever be grateful to them for without them, he will never reach what he has now.
Carlo was fixing his luggage when he received a call.
“Ano ba Carlo? Kahapon kinancel mo yun date natin tapos ano na naman to? Uuwi ka na naman sa Benguet?”
“Kailangan ako ni Nanay doon.”
His voice was somber. But Cecilia was agitated.
“Eh bakit ba? Ba’t di mo na lang padalhan ng pera ang magulang mo?”
“They need more than money, Cecilia.”
“Bahala ka nga!”
She ended the call without even asking why he needs to go home, without even asking how he is.
Carlo dropped by his bank before proceeding to the airport.
He needs to brief the employees before he goes on a leave.
His flight will be from Punta Verde to Manila then he will be brought by his company’s private chopper in a safe private landing area near Benguet.
As he settled on his seat at the plane, everything came rushing in his mind.
It finally sunk in. His father is already gone.
He couldn’t help but let out a silent sob, not minding if his seatmate could see him at this state.
He doesn’t care really. He was really devastated.
His shoulders were uncontrollably shaking, his sniffles were getting louder and his hands were trembling as well as he was overcome with his pain and anguish.
Then a hand came over it to calm him.
He directed his attention to the owner of it.
And there staring back at him were the doe-shaped eyes and very concerned face of Miss Amor Powers.
A/N: How do you find it? Ipagpapatuloy ko pa ba? Oh yes I will. 😊
CarMor – the splitserye where even characters come from different shows, the magical chemistry never fails to amaze me.