Aynie

"Is it something embarrassing?" I asked, my voice filled with hope. I know Manang Rose could see my intentions because she laughed lightly.

"Maybe…"

"Please tell me! I could... Uh... cook for Harry every day for an entire week!" I think I saw he eyes twinkle for a moment there.

Uh-oh.

"I guess I could..." She started off. "When Harry was about 12 and his sister Julia was only 7-"

"He has a sister?!" I practically yelled. I didn't know he has one! I've been married to him for 5 years yet I didn't even know. *face palm*

"Yes. But she's in the U.S." I nodded for her to continue. "So, for her 8th birthday, she decided to have a Barney birthday party. She loved him to bits and even made us paint her room purple! Of course, it was a very grand one. With children all around the world, little princes' and princesses. Everything was going smoothly. But then the morning of Julia's birthday, the mascot who's supposed to be Barney bailed. Julia cried and cried so being the nice brother that he is, he volunteered to be Barney. Even though he has a football try out that morning, he went with us to find the costume. The moment Harry put on the costume, I thought he was going to complain because of the heat inside. But he didn't. He entertained all the kids, and all that. Imagine our prince dancing, frolicking around. Then near the end of the party, he immediately ran to the bathroom to puke!"

"Wow. I never thought Harry would actually do something as embarrassing as that." I mean, it's a decent job no offense, but as a prince and as something as "highly" as him, it is embarrassing. Ever since we got married, all I know is that he's obnoxious, arrogant and mean, but after hearing that story, I suddenly want to pat his head and tell him he's actually a good guy. But no. NO. It's like petting a lion. Suicidal. But I think I'd rather pet a lion. But really. I want to own a pet lion. Or anything furry. And cute. LIKE PANDA BEARS. Or penguins! Or tigers! Sorry I just get excited every time fluffy animals are being talked about.

Or maybe I should just tease Harry. He should be proud that he has done something nice at least once in his life... But then, why is he like this now?

"If he is a good guy, or was, why is he like that now?" I asked while slowly peeling the humongous orange I picked from the orchard.

"Well, everyone has their own story. His is not mine to tell. See you later dear" and with that, Manang Rose left me thinking. I slowly made my way back to my room in a very slow motion, still over thinking on what really happened to Harry. I want to ask him about it, but it's not like I'm really his wife. Sigh. "Oh and never mind about cooking him breakfast. I'll do it."

-NEXT DAY-

"From 30,000 shares, we would multiply them to 2 because we would reverse split the shares into split to 3 for 1 because that would total to 100 shares. How..."

I feel my eyes slowly closing and my ears blocking the sounds around me when I heard a loud cracking sound on my table. I immediately opened my eyes to see Ms. Montez holding a broken stick, with face turning into Medusa. Or as I see it.

"Aynie. You're a college student now and you still don't know the meaning of respect!" She spat, giving my classmates the reasons to turn around, as in 180 deg. Turn around and stare as me. Talk about A.W.K.W.A.R.D.

"Sorry Ms. Won't happen again." I apologized and fought really hard not to close my eyes again. I'm so damn sleepy. And this accounting subjects tires me out. I mean, I'm major in fashion. Who cares about numbers? Well except for measurements but not calculator numbers. If you know what I mean.

"One more time Aynie and you will surely be sent to the President's office." She said and turned away, going back to her boring discussion. The words President's Office woke me up. It's definitely not a good thing. They usually send us to the council, but being sent to the PRESIDENT is a different thing. Those who are sent there are usually bullies, or gangsters, or those who punch each other inside the school building. Well, I'm awesome if I get to be sent there. I forced my being to concentrate on her class and got distracted when the head teacher stepped in the room.

"Excuse me Ms. Montez but we have a new student here who would like to sit in." He said and I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw Oliver walk in. He has a backpack slung on his right shoulder and shirt tuck out which is against the rules. Did I mention we have uniforms?

When I looked around the room, I saw all, and I mean ALL the ladies in the room gape at him. As if he's a movie star asking to sit in with us.

"This is Oliver James. He's the nephew of the President and although he has already graduated from a business course in Switzerland, he still wants to sit in and study with you. I hope that it’s okay with you?"

"Sure! Come on in!" Ms. Montez said with extra enthusiasm.

Gross miss you're 35 with 3 kids! I thought.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself first? Just so the class would know a little about you.” Ms. Montez encouraged. Oliver stood in front of the class and smiled.

“Hey everyone! Name’s Oliver James and I’m 28 years old. Honestly, I just want to get to know more about how teaches handle classes here and how this school works so I could be a help to my Uncle. And please don’t be intimidated by me because starting today, I’m a student like all of you.”

“Are you single?” Glofael, our class muse, yelled from the back of the room. The other ladies giggled, obviously wanting to know the answer.

“Err, yeah I am.” He answered coyly. The ladies squealed, not really trying to hide the fact that Oliver is going to be their next target.

Oliver entered the room and he immediately stopped on his tracks when his eyes averted to mine.

"Hey Aynie!" He said and sat down on the chair beside me. The "Mean girls" glared at me as if Oliver just said "I love you".

"Hey! Why didn't you tell me you have already graduated?" I said and smacked his arms playfully but then instantly regretted it when his biceps collided with my hand.

"Ow!" I exclaimed making my classmates and Ms. Montez to turn to me.

"What is it again Aynie? First sleeping in my class, now disturbing me. Do you want to go to the President that much?" She said, constantly glancing at Oliver.

Geez. Calm down woman.

Oliver then looked at me sheepishly and mouthed "bad ass" so I gave him the magic finger under the table. He saw it and chuckled.

"Sorry Ms. I accidentally hit his arm and his biceps are just too big that it hurt my arm" I explained and I saw some of the girls literally drool from hearing the word biceps.

"Oh. Is –is that so. Okay. But be quite next time when you feel –I mean when you hit his... uh... arms." She stuttered and I fought back my giggles.

"I think she wants to feel them too." Oliver whispered and I laughed quietly, putting my hand over my mouth. Then I realized.

"Too?! Hey I didn't purposely feel it!" I defended myself and he chuckled. I looked away from him and tried to concentrate on the utterly boring lecture.