"I love you too. You are such a sweet future hubby." I hit his shoulder softly. I retaliated to hide the pain caused by what he said. I'm not used to always being like this.
"Reprimand your sister,Migs. Bring her to the psychiatrist for sure; she needs it. Too bad. I will punish her if she can't stop." I'll laugh because I'm hurt by his straight - to - the - point and long litany of him like a victim oldman, but he's sorry I won't stop him. "What kind of punishment is that, my future hubby? Is it sweet and delicious? That's ok then; just do it, and I will wait for it. My room's door is always open for you. Don't worry about my brother." I told him and his face and ears turned red.
“Will you stop teasing him, Meisha? Maybe he has to explode here. Just go to your room right now because we will have a meeting there.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked at my brother. It must be girls who are shaping the four of them talking and they don’t want me to hear them.

“Meisha!”

I’m stomping. “Ok, I’m about to go up; you treat me like I’m a kid being chased away by it.” I’m leaving, but first I paid attention to my future hubby.

“Bye for now, my future husband. Don’t stress yourself too much; you might get older than your age, and if that happens, you don’t suit my younger-looking face because you might look like my grandfather.” I giggled while going up the stairs to the room, and they also laughed together. “Maybe you’ll think of punishing me. Don’t forget that you’re always welcome in my room; just knock, babush.” I shouted because I was a little far away. I also laughed. What could he look like? His nose must be smoky from annoyance.

"Meisha is really in love with you big time, Buds." I heard his friends yelling at him. I will not go into my room first. I will listen to their conversation for a while. I will not be seen here at my place. "Tell your sister, Buds, that she acts properly and accordingly. I don't want your parents to say anything to me, or I might be thrown out of here. She's not my type, so sorry, sorry to her." Ouch, that hurts. He said that I'm not his type. Dwayne was insensitive about emotionally hurting me. But I'm sorry for him, because I won't give up on him.
"Buds, don't talk that much, so you don't end up." Keep laughing. "Just be patient, with her, Buds. As if you don't know her, while we almost grew up together. The more you block her, the more challenging it is for her." My brother really should have walked me to his friend to speed up the process.
"I was feeling like five years older than my true age, Buds, when your brat sister was around." I heard my husband to be, complaining about my attitude.
"Doesn't my sister really have space in your heart? There's no problem when it comes to our parents, and also with me if you want to court or date her." Kuya seriously asked Dwayne, and Dwayne threw a throw pillows at his chest.
"What space? And what court and date are you talking about? You Migs, will you please mind your own love life and not mine or about anyone?"
Buds, just remember this: don't cry when you fall in love with my sister when she gets tired of waiting for you. If that happens, you will be a poor Dwayne, and when you're really upset about it, don't ask us for our help because we already warned you." I bit my lip when my brother said that. My brother is so sweet; he really cares and loves me.
"What? I'm going to cry like crazy? That's nonsense.".
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I decided to enter my room.
I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes without realizing it, and they were on my cheeks. It's because of what I heard from Dwayne earlier. It's just a few words, but the words he said were like a dagger thrust into my chest. I'm just not used to having no hope of him loving me. No matter what kind of effort I make over a year.
"Meisha, my daughter, what happened to you?" I felt my chest, which seemed to have loosened from my shock when my mother talked behind me.

"Mommy, you surprised me. Will you look for it."

"Look? Which."

"Just look at it because I thought my heart jumped because of the shock."

"I thought you gave it away."

"To whom?"

"Who else but Dwayne?'

"I want that, Mom that's why I love you." I hugged Mommy. "Mommy, you've really mastered playing silly games with me.

“You are playing tricks on your heart, my dear.”

“Mommy….” My heart didn’t want to accept it, as much as I wanted to add, but I couldn’t speak. Mommy just laughed at me.

“You grew up as a beautiful lady, but you let your eyes be filled with sadness and tears.” Mommy hugged me and rubbed my back as if she sympathized with the sadness I was feeling.

“I inherited this beauty of mine from yours. Don’t worry, Mom. I’m ok. There’s only dust coming inside my eyes.”

“It doesn’t seem like it. Oh, my lovely daughter, stop denying it. You’re just on my way where I passed by, while I’m here to come back.”

“But did we meet?” I grinned.

“You’re always kidding. Kidding aside, you’re really a big girl now. As long as Mommy is here, don’t take the burden alone, I’m ready to sympathize with you.”

“Thanks for your concern, Mommy, but your youngest is fine. I’m going in. I want to lie my back into my bed; I’m so tired. I love you.” I kissed her on the cheek. I turned back when she said something else.

"I love you more, daughter. Are you from party again?"
“No. You also think that I am always at the party, Mommy, which is not true. You should know that.”
“Alright, if you say so. Just be careful always.”
I entered my room, and I didn’t wait for Mommy to leave because my chest was tight. As soon as the door closed, I leaned against it, then I released the tears and accented crying that I had been holding back for a while. It hurts to love you Dwayne, I love you so much, even though I don’t have a place in your heart.

As my tears continued to flow. I fixed myself. I deserve rest. I hung my backpack on the bag rack, took off my shoes, and took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear on. I immediately dropped my tired body on my soft bed. I was going to take a shower first, but it’s better to lie down for a while so that my back can be flat because I’m already spending the day at my On the Job training at one of my friend’s parents’ farm. I wouldn’t like to be on our farm just so they might say that there is special treatment for me because we own it. It’s better to avoid the possible ugly things that will happen. I don’t want to get hassled. I’m still graduating this year, and I’m excited for graduation day next month. That’s it. And, of course, to be the recipient of the diploma I had been working for for four years.

My brother and I are both engaged in farming, so we also took the same course in college, which is a BS in Agribusiness, which combines core agricultural disciplines like crop science, animal science, and agricultural economics with business courses in accounting, finance, marketing, law, and management to provide a solid orientation in the business of agriculture. Our parents’ ancestors used to be common farmers whom they developed and are now one of the largest farms in the Philippines and also have investments in agribusinesses in other countries. That’s why my brother and I inherited the passion of being an agriculturist. I am very happy with the career I chose because I love working in nature and I feel free. So I will leave our businesses related to office works to my brother, I will take care of the fields like farms and ranches..
Love in life is all I need to make my days more colorful.
I know my brother courted a woman near the RICEMILL we own, where he is the manager. But only those in high positions know. I don’t know why he doesn’t want to let it be known that he is the son of the owner. What’s worse is that the girl doesn’t like him because the girl wants a rich guy, but my brother pretends to be a porter for our own rice milling company, and they think of him as poor. The solution to his problem is easy to solve, but he just doesn’t want to do it. What kind of trip did he want? But whatever it is, he has his own story. As long as I take care of my own love story to make it go well, especially the ending.