I nervously texted Taeyong that I’m already ready. Damn, I feel nervous. I mean, I never met Halla before even if we’re in the same industry. And I’m also meeting their mother? Oh, can my fridge eat me now or something?
“Setoka, shut up. Mabait sila tita at Halla. And I bet Taeyong already has a plan to take you away from there. As much as he wants you to meet his family, he wants you more to himself,” sambit ni Yuta habang inaayos ang necktie niyang pula. Bumusangot naman agad ako at umiling-iling muli.
Kinakabahan ako! What if ang pangit ng maging first impression ko sa kanila? I mean, hindi naman kami ni Yong, pero I still have an image as an artist. And to be very honest, I feel afraid because I don’t have my members beside me. Damn, I need them.
I quickly took several photos to post on Twitter so my followers can see my newly dyed hair. I’m lovin’ it, actually. I saved it for Christmas!
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As if by cue, I heard several knocks on the door after I tweeted. Agad namang sumipol si Yuta at bumulong ng “Good luck, gago.”
Paglabas ko, nakita ko si Taeyong na naka-formal attire. He dyed his hair, too. I didn’t know pink hair suits him so much. But is his scalp okay? “Good morning,” bati niya at nilahad ang kamay niya na agad ko namang tinanggap.
“Merry Christmas,” bulong niya at tumawa naman ako bago bumati pabalik. “Merry Christmas, ‘Yong,” sabi ko at pumasok na kami sa kotse niya.
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We went in, and their house feels more fancy now. Maybe because of all the Christmas decorations. Their first floor looks like Shangri La’s ballroom now, and Shangri La’s ballroom looks freaking amazing.
Pumunta kami sa hapag-kainan, and there we saw two women chatting together. Humalik naman agad si Taeyong sa pisngi ng nanay niya at pabirong sinakal si Halla. They don’t meet a lot since Halla’s usually in tours, but they sure keep in touch just like Yuta and I.
“You must be Setoka,” sabi ng nanay ni Taeyong at agad naman akong nag-bow. “Opo. Nakamoto Setoka,” sabi ko at sinenyasan niya akong lumapit sa kanya. Paglapit ko, agad siyang bumeso na ikinatawa naman ng dalawang magkapatid.
“Thank you for keeping my baby Tae company, ha? I’m always with their dad kasi, and Halla’s usually busy. Ayoko namang malungkot siya. Tara, kain na tayo,” aya niya at umupo naman kaming lahat.
Bago ako kumuha ng pagkain, hinawakan ni Taeyong ang kamay ko at bumulong. “After mom asks you some questions, I’ll take you away. Is that a’ight?” tanong niya at tumango naman ako.
Tahimik kaming kumain at sobrang sarap talaga ng luto ng chefs nila, promise. It reminds me of a picnic, not a fancy breakfast at a castle which made me feel at home. Nang nasa dessert na kami, nagsimula na nga magtanong sa’kin ang nanay ni Taeyong tulad ng sinabi niya sa’kin kanina.
“Totoo bang athlete ka ‘din?”
“Opo, M-Madam.”
“It’s Tita for you, sweetie! So when was the last time you were in Japan?”
Sinagot ko naman lahat ng katanungan niya na tinatawanan na nila Halla. Parang ini-interrogate daw ako. Haha! Ini-squeeze naman ako ni Taeyong at bumulong ng ‘improvise.’
“Uh, Tita, I’ll be going to the restrooms for a while po,” paalam ko at tumango naman siya. Tumingin naman nang makahulugan sa’min si Halla at tumawa si Taeyong. She knows what’s up! Haha.
Pagkadating ko sa C.R., naaninag ko na ang anino niya at ngumiti naman siya nang malawak sa’kin.
