"Mmyy! Haws! Dandaaa!" Olga squealed in delight and jumped from the car we were in a moment ago.

Her twin, Oliver, simply gazed at the house in front of us. He looked like a young man when he put his tiny hands inside his trousers' pockets.

"Hey, young man, what can you say about our new home?" I asked and grinned when I bent down to meet his eyes.

Muntik ko ng makalimutang apat na taon pa lang ang mga anak ko at maaaring hindi pa lubos na naiintindihan ang mga sinasabi ko pero nginitian nya ako at binigyan ng mabilis na halik sa pisnge bago samahan ang kapatid sa loob ng bahay.

Napabuntung hininga na lang ako at binuhat ang mga luggage na naglalaman ng mga damit ng kambal at mga damit ko..

Lulan kame ng sasakyan ni Mr. Park at sya na din nagprisinta na ipagmaneho kami papunta sa kaniyang bahay pati na din sa paglilipat.

Kasunod ng sasakyan ni Mr. Park ang kanyang kaibigang si Reagan Jimenez sakay ng kanyang pick-up truck. Doon namin nilagay ang mga kahon-kahong gamit namen.

Simula ng narinig ko ang pangalan ni Kenneth sa isang kaopisina namen sa resort noong nakaraang araw, hindi na ako napakali sa bahay namen at nagdesisyon akong magstay na lang ng matagal sa Maynila.

Sumang-ayon naman si Mr. Park sa ideya ko at nagschedule agad kame ng  araw para lumipat dito sa bahay nya sa Maynila.

Ang akala ko ay simpleng bahay lang ang kanyang binabanggit. Nawala sa isip ko na isa nga pala sya sa pinakamayayamang nilalang sa industriya ng pagnenegosyo.

Reagan and two of their friends each  carried a box full of either toys or heavy appliance with sentimental value to me inside Mr. Park's 'simple home'.

Ate Lara already chose to leave me and my children when she decides to marry Kuya Victor. Actually, nagtanan ang dalawa. Kaya ako, hirap na maghanap ng magbabantay at mag-aalaga sa mga kambal ko.

As soon as all the boxes were placed inside the house, I offered juice and putopao to the movers including Reagan and Mr. Park.

They were as tired as I was. Thankfully, my kids were cooperative with me and they were just eating their favorite chips ahoy and milk.

"I'm beat!" I heard Reagan said and started stretching his arms and massaging his neck.

"Pasensya sa abala, Reagan." I apologized immediately but Mr. Park was quick to nudge him and he automatically turned to face me.

"No ka ba, oks lang ako."  Reagan winked. "Para ka namang others. Basta friendship ni Park, mamshie ko na."

I chuckled nervously at his charming smile. I didn't know why but I felt uncomfortable and fidgety at his gaze.

I feel my cheeks turning red that earned a knowing stare from Park.

I shied my eyes away from his friend and continued to play with my kids.

It was almost past four in the afternoon when they bid their goodbyes.

"Salamat ng marami, Boss." I said to Park and he just dismissed my gratitude with a wave in his hand.

He was about to go to his car when he stopped in his tracks.

His back was turned to me when I noticed something odd about the neighborhood.

Though it was an exclusive village in the city, houses seemed to be pretty eerily quiet.

"Nga pala, what's with the blushing Olivia awhile ago?" Mr. Park teased me and I scoffed at him.

"To naman! Hindi ako nagbblush no!" I said defensively.

"Mama mo, hindi. Nako, wag ako. Alam ko na ganyang galawan." Park snickered.

"Sige na, gora ka na at gagabihin ka sa daan." I said.

After much teasing, he left and I closed the gate. I was finally alone with my kids and I don't know how I can manage to adjust in a new environment alone.

I surpassed the night and it was Monday again.

I was about to make a phone call to Louisse to ask her if she can babysit my kids but hesitated.

I heard a knock on our door and I checked the monitor first.

I was surprised to see Reagan with goodies from the famous fastfood.

I immediately opened the gate and looked up to him.

Reagan was a little taller than me. His towering height covered the blazing sun and became my instant shade.

I automatically grabbed one of the paperbags and let him in.

"Grabe, Reagan! Hindi mo naman kailangan mag-abala pero salamat sa mga pagkain. Magugustuhan to ng mga bata." I smiled and we entered the house.

The kids are still asleep and it was good for awhile since I still have trouble finding someone to look out to them while I am away for work this afternoon.

"I like being with yo- them. Your babies are cute." Reagan said and helped me unload the spaghettis and chicken joy at the kitchen.

"Tulog pa sila. Mga alas-otso nagigising yung mga 'yun." I said and smiled.

Reagan and I eventually engaged in a conversation about the kids and I found myself comfortable in his presence.

Then, we heard Olga's cry and I immediately went upstairs to their room.

I was hugging her and saying comforting words when I heard Reagan's footsteps on the staircase.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind me coming up here. Nag-alala ako kay Olga. She seems to not stop crying." He said and looked at my daughter.

Oliver was still asleep when we went here. But I'm sure, he'll wake up anytime soon. Must be their twin bond or something.

"It's fine. " I said then pulled Olga from the embrace. I wiped her tears and looked at her. "Hey, O, andito si Tito Reagan. Sshhh na baby ko. "

My Olga looked at Reagan and whimpered silently.

"Hey, Olga. " Reagan sat on the bed and caressed her tiny back. "Ano napanaginipan ni Baby O?"

Olga started talking about monsters in her sleep and Reagan was patiently listening as if he understood what she meant.

While they were talking, Oliver woke up and I rushed to his side.

Pretty soon, Reagan was able to convince Olga and the four of us found ourselves eating the foods he bought.