At a large mansion in Alabang, Maya enters the house. Twenty-five years old, simple, hardworking, and quiet. She is the favorite assistant of Sir Lance, the 30-year-old bachelor and CEO of a multinational company. Lance is kind, but strict in his work. The only thing he knows about Maya is the story of the other assistant: that Maya is a “misfortune” in the province. Every month, Maya almost deducts her salary to send to the province. When the other staff asks her, she answers, “For Junjun, Popoy, and Kring-kring.” So the conclusion of it all—Maya has three children by the time she was a young woman.
Even though this gossip was like this, Lance fell in love with Maya. Maya had to take care of something different. When Lance had dengue and was confined for two weeks, Maya was the one who didn’t leave him. She was the one who cares, feeds, and watches. Lance saw the girl’s broken heart. “I don’t care if she has children,” Lance said to himself. “I’ll love them as much as I love her.”
Lance flirted with Maya. At first, Maya didn’t want to. “Sir, you’re heaven, I’m earth. And then… I have a lot of responsibilities,” she said as she bowed her head. But Lance was insistent. He felt like he was ready to accept everything. In the end, they were.
It turned into a big scandal. Lance’s mother, Doña Consuelo, disappeared. “Lance! Are you crazy?! Are you going to have three more children?! You’re going to have to take care of our family!” she yelled. Her friends laughed at her. “Lance, you’re the father of three! Good luck with the cost!”
But Lance stood up for Maya. They got married in a simple ceremony. Maya cried at the altar, “Sir… Lance… are you sure? You might regret it.”
“I will never regret it, Maya. I love you and your children,” Lance replied.
The wedding night came. Their honeymoon.
They were in the master bedroom. It was quiet. Maya was nervous. Maya slowly approached her husband. She was ready to accept everything from Maya—the scars of the past, the stretch marks of pregnancy, all the signs of motherhood. To her, they were a symbol of sacrifice.
“Maya, don’t be embarrassed. I’m your wife,” Lance said softly as he patted Maya’s shoulder.
Maya nodded slowly. She lowered the strap of her sleeper.
When Lance saw his wife’s body, he froze. He was stunned.
Smooth. No blemishes. No stretch marks on the belly. There is no sign that she gave birth even once, let alone three times. Maya’s body resembles that of a young woman who has not yet been pregnant.
“Are you sure?” asked Lance in surprise. “I thought… I thought you had three children?”
Maya bowed. She shuddered. She grabbed her bag from the edge of the bed and pulled out an old photo album and a death certificate.
“Lance… forgive me if I didn’t explain right away. I’m afraid that if people find out the truth, they’ll flirt with me and leave me when they find out I’m alive.”
Maya opened the album. It was a photograph of a burned-out house and three small children crying in front of two coffins
“Junjun, Popoy, and Kring-kring…” Maya taught the children as tears welled up in her eyes. “They’re not my children, Lance. They’re my nephews. They’re my sister’s children and her husband.”
Lance was confused. “Where’s your sister?”
“Five years ago,” Maya began, sobbing, “Our house in the province burned down. My sister and my brother were among those who were burned. They both died while trying to get the three children out of the window. “I’m the only one left, Lance. I was their only aunt. When I was young, I was 20 years old, full of dreams. But when I saw my nieces and nephews empty, I made a promise in front of my sister’s coffin.”
“I said, ‘Mom, I’ll take care of it. I will never abandon them. I will be their mother and father.”
Maya looked over at Lance. “That’s why I came in as a helper. I can tolerate being called a “disaster” by your neighbors and other helpers. I let them think they’re my son so guys just want to play with me away from me. “I don’t want to get married, Lance. Because I don’t want my nieces and nephews to share my attention and money. I have dedicated my whole life to them.”
“I don’t have any children, Lance. I gave my virginity and my youth for the children who did not come out of my womb, but came out of my heart.”
The room was silent. It was as if Lance’s world had come to a halt.
The woman he thought had a “dark past” was actually an angel. What he thought was the “woman with the hanger” was a woman with the greatest heart he had ever met. Maya endured persecution, called “pokpok” or “malandi” in the province, just to protect and feed the orphaned nephews.
Lance knelt down in front of Maya. She hugged her husband’s waist and cried. She cried in shame because even she, in the back of her mind, had once thought that Maya was a “waste.” She cried out in pity and in awe.
“Please forgive me, Maya,” Lance cried. “Forgive us for judging you. You’re so good. You have such a beautiful heart. I don’t deserve you.”
Maya nodded at Lance’s face. “You’re the only one who accepts me, Lance, even though you think I have a lot of children. You are the only one who truly loves me.”
“And I’ll love them too,” Lance promised firmly. “Tomorrow we will follow them. We’re going to bring them here. They no longer live in the area. I will be their father. And you… You will be the happiest mother in the world.”
The next day, Doña Consuelo and Lance’s friends were surprised when the couple arrived with three children. They thought they were “outsiders.”
But when Lance spoke in front of the family, everyone bowed their heads.
“I introduce you to my wife’s nieces and nephews. The kids are the reason she’s the bravest girl I’ve ever met. Maya has no children, Mom. But she was a mother in thought, word, and deed. I am honored to be his wife.”
Doña Consuelo knew the whole story. The poor mother burst into tears and hugged Maya. “Sorry, Daughter. I was wrong about you.”
Since then, the family has been intact. Lance legally adopted three children. They also had their own children with Maya. But in Maya and Lance’s hearts, their eldest is the three angels who tested and solidified their love.
This story proves that:
Don’t Judge. We think that a person’s dirt might be the gold of their character.
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