At a large mansion in Alabang, Maya enters the house. At 25, she is simple, hardworking, and reserved. She is the trusted assistant of Sir Lance, a 30-year-old bachelor and CEO of a multinational company. Lance is kind, but firm in his work. The only thing he knows about Maya is the story of the other assistant: that Maya is considered a “misfortune” in her province.
Every month, Maya almost always deducts part of her salary to send home. When other staff members ask her about it, she replies, “For Junjun, Popoy, and Kring-kring.” The conclusion they draw is that Maya has three children by the time she’s still so young.
Despite the gossip, Lance falls for Maya. She has a different burden to carry. When Lance fell ill with dengue and was hospitalized for two weeks, Maya never left his side. She was the one who cared for him, fed him, and watched over him. It was then that Lance saw the girl’s broken heart. “I don’t care if she has children,” Lance told himself. “I’ll love them just as much as I love her.”
Lance started to flirt with Maya. At first, she resisted. “Sir, you’re heaven, I’m earth. And… I have many responsibilities,” she said, her head lowered. But Lance was persistent. He felt ready to accept everything. Eventually, they gave in.
