PAVLO'S busy schedule is on fire. Fortunately, Tobi, his manager didn't pressure him that much and he's also grateful he's with Keir and Jallen for a promotional concert. They've gone through far and they gained a few more people in their buckets too.
Let alone his channel whose subscribers suddenly boosted when he expected it less. Let alone his private group page whose members and subscribers tripled. He's thankful. At least he knows that people love his music. That is all that matters to him.
He's thankful also that in his two weeks of busy days, Tobi put an X mark on September 14. It's his day and his manager is kind enough not to accept any interviews and guesting. However, he's still scheduled to report to his agency for a celebration and he's tasked to go live for an hour. For him, it's not that bad since his friends and family are all invited too.
"Saan po ba pwedeng mag-reklamo? Sumosobra ka na po kasi sa kapo—" He laughed cheerfully as reading one of the fan's comment on his live. "Awit sa inyo. Pogi na naman? Salamat."
He smiled into the camera and he scrolled down and ventured into the current TweetTalk hashtag intended for his birthday. He barks out an awkward laugh. "Ito, sabi ni user @janahnikeir0838... Alpha, I'm scared. I think I have a problem with my eyes. Sa tuwing pumipikit ako, wala akong ibang nakikita maliban sa'yo..."
"Awit. I think may problema ka nga sa mata. Ano ka, chicken hotdog? Andito si Keir oh, gagalit sa mga nag-swerve."
He had fun. People's love is so warm that he is willing to melt in it. They made his birthday extra special. He's even surprised to survive his livestream without tearing in front of the camera.
"Happy birthday, Pao." Tita Graciella scooped his son in a tight embrace as if he were the most fragile person on earth. "I love you so much."
Pavlo once again held back his tears. "Thanks, Ma. Love you too."
"I'm so proud of you. Nandito lang ako paligi, okay? Continue doing what you love and I will support you all the way. Magpakabait ka and always be grateful no matter what." Tita Graciella caressed his son's small face. "Ang pogi naman talaga ng baby Pavlo ko—"
"Ma, hindi na po ako bata..." He pouted, almost stomping his feet.
"Hindi na po siya baby pero may baby na po siya," Johan, the youngest male in the family suddenly butts into the picture.
"What?" Pavlo almost yelled, gladly, he managed to tone it down.
Tita Graciella eyed his son carefully and Pavlo's reddened face wasn't helping it. "Pavlo?"
He swallowed a lump on his throat. "Huwag po kayong maniwala riyan. Sinungaling po iyan."
Johan wiggles his brows purposely. "Hindi ako sinungaling. Itanong mo pa kina Ching-Ching at Mickie, Ma. Kahit ang motor kong si Badong may alam din. Sina Ponky at Nala, witness iyan malamang."
"Sinungaling—"
"Anong sinungaling? Nakita ko kaya ang picture niya—"
"Tumahimik ka, Johan Dann. Sisipain kita palabas—"
"Uy, uy! Kayong dalawa! Tigilan ninyo na ang kalokohang iyan." Tita Graciella meddled in between their childish argument. "Ano itong naririnig ko, Pavlo? Last month pa talaga iyang usapin na iyan."
"Ma, kapapasok lang ng September—"
"Porten na. Saptimbir Porten na, Kuya Pao. Huwag kang aning-aning diyan." Johan is not done yet.
"Ano nga iyang ibig ninyong sabihin?" Tita Graciella glares at the two. "Ano na Pavlo?"
"Iyong tinitilian nina Mickie—aray naman. Bakit naninipa? Kabayo ka ba sa past life mo?" Johan then grins discreetly.
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Parcel | StellJun
FanfictionFor Pavlo Oliver (Paulo Nase), it takes courage to count the waves of love. It takes a piece of his heart to go beyond the reef and is afraid to commit since the water is too shallow to begin with. Even if knowing there's someone who took a risk to...
