anwhile, in Function Hall Three, Ida, a young woman with thick glasses and a short stature, approached a middle-aged man seated behind a long table alongside others.
"Director Sarian, if Taz can’t make it, I don’t think we should delay this further," one of the people among them frowned. "We respect that Taz’s input in the casting is important to capture what his audience expects, but we cannot keep delaying this."
"I agree with him, Director Sarian," a middle-aged woman nodded. "We need to begin now."
Director Sarian, wearing nothing but a simple white shirt and slightly worn-out jeans, paired with a head cap to cover his balding head, darted his eyes between the two. A shallow breath escaped him just as Ida, his apprentice, approached.
"Director, for so reason, Taz isn’t answering her phone anymore," said Ida worriedly. "I even asked the bouncers, and they said they didn’t see Taz co in."
The frown on Director Sarian’s face deepened. "Do you think she left?" he asked.
After all, Taz wasn’t the type to leave imdiately, not when she had already spent her ti out. She already said she was here. Even so, Director Sarian knew he couldn’t keep wasting ti, no matter what he thought.
"Try calling her again," he said. "Maybe she got lost, or she’s idling sowhere else. Find her and escort her here."
"Yes, Director."
"Okay!" Director Sarian clapped loudly, looking up. "Let’s start with the audition. Make sure to keep the cara rolling so Taz can see them later!"
And with that, the audition began, even without the most important panel mber.
****
At the Lion Square Hotel Suites...
Silo trod carefully to the short corner seats placed by the floor-to-ceiling window. The twins weren’t seated, but rather, leaning on the cushion with their arms while their small feet tapped on the carpet.
"Ahem!" he cleared his throat, enough to make the twins look away from the city view toward him. He smiled, holding docunts in his arms—the real docunts.
Today, Lola would return the twins to their father. So, Silo didn’t want to miss his chance to regain his dignity by showing them the proper docunts.
"Kids, so you see, about the docunts you checked..." he trailed off, his brows shooting up in surprise as the twins suddenly frowned a little. He stuttered a bit nervously. "Wha—what? What? I haven’t even started yet."
"Uncle Silly, where’s my mommy?" Chacha tilted her head, the usual bubbliness in her voice almost gone. All that remained was the natural innocence in her tone.
"Ahh..." Silo smiled, thinking the twins just suddenly missed her. "Lola is just working, but she’ll be leaving the audition in an hour. She already told that."
After all, Lola planned to take a short break and drop off the kids by six.
Second pressed his little mouth, studying the oblivious look on Silo’s face. When he turned to his sister, he could feel that Chacha felt this sudden unease in her heart.
The twins went quiet and looked away, with Second saying with disinterest, "Uncle Silly, if you already fixed what Chacha and I suggested in the docunts, then we don’t need to look at them again."
"Also, we said we believe in you," Chacha humd, gazing at the city view quietly. "You’re going to be okay, Uncle."
Silo’s face twitched, gazing at the twins’ backs.
The heck is that tone?! he ntally lanted. I just want to show you guys I’m not as bad as you think I am.
Yet, the twins seed uninterested and weren’t giving him a chance to redeem himself.
Silo sighed heavily, gazing at the printouts in his arms. "Goodness... they’ll just think I’m the silly uncle." He then dragged his feet away, knowing he should keep these docunts safe. They may not be the original copies, but he also knew they were important files.
As Silo left the twins, Second suddenly turned to Chacha.
"Chacha, I feel like Mommy is in trouble," he said.
Chacha pressed her lips. "Should we check on her?"
"I’m worried about her. Mommy is always so kind, and with how pretty she is, she might get kidnapped and sold to be another kid’s mommy."
"..." Chacha’s eyes wiggled, thinking about Lola’s pitiful fate.
For them, any kid would want Lola to be their mom too. So, they were afraid she would get eyed by another kid and get kidnapped to work as their mother.
Determination shone in the twins’ eyes, nodding at each other before they pushed themselves away from the seats. Without saying anything, they walked away, hand in hand.
"By the way, twins—" Silo stopped as he walked back to where he had left the twins for just a few minutes. Seeing that the twins were no longer where they were, he looked around. "Chacha? Second?"
Silo looked for them in the suite, but after minutes of searching, he gasped in horror.
"Oh no," he breathed out. "Lola’s gonna kill !"
****
The twins knew where Lola was headed. Thus, they didn’t look anywhere else and searched for Function Hall Three. When they reached the lobby of the hall, they saw so adults idling around.
"Second, look!" Chacha pointed at the A4-sized printout plastered on Function Hall Three, which read: [The Angel’s Revenge Audition Ongoing.]
Their round faces brightened, knowing Lola would be inside. They quickly made their way to one of the entrances, pushing it open together and then peeking their heads in.
As they did, they caught soone standing in front of a long table, reading a script from the drama. Their round eyes moved around, searching for Lola. But she was nowhere to be found.
"Hmm?" Second humd. "Where is she?"
"I don’t know." Chacha then snapped her eyes at the bouncer standing behind the door. "Uncle Sir, have you seen our mommy?"
The bouncer—the sa one who had shooed Lola—gazed down at the innocent faces poking in the door. Their black eyes and mouths sohow reminded him of the woman he had refused entry. Even so, their round eyes shimred so innocently that he didn’t have the heart to just kick them out.
"Kids, there’s an important event happening in here," the bouncer got down on his knees and spoke gently. "Who is your mother?"
The twins blinked. "Mommy."
"..." For a second, the bouncer was speechless. "You don’t know what your mother’s na is?"
"Chacha and Second knew, but our mommy is here," Second said. "She’s the prettiest!"
The man chuckled. "Well..." he looked around to see if he could leave his post and help the little ones. But when he turned his head, the twins were already gone.
"Huh?" he blinked, staring at the shut door. "Did they leave?"
Did they find their mother?
He thought about it for a second before he shrugged. "I can’t leave my post, anyway."
****
Outside the door, Second and Chacha had already stepped out since there was no point in asking the uncle giant inside. Looking at each other, their mouths curved down.
"Where did Mommy go...?" Chacha trailed off as she caught so figures approaching them. "Second. Look."
Thinking Chacha had found their mother, he looked back. Much to his dismay, all he saw was that hideous Auntie (lissa) Lola had watched the day before.
The twins stood motionless until lissa stood before them. They blinked at her as if wondering about sothing.
"Hmm?" lissa paused as she gazed down, catching a pair looking up at her so innocently. "Uhm, excuse—"
Just before she could ask the kids to move, the twins suddenly wobbled on their knees so pitifully. lissa furrowed her brows at their sudden and very dramatic fall.
"Au—auntie... You didn’t have to push Chacha and Second if we’re in the way," Chacha whimpered while dramatically wiping her eyes.
Second hiccupped, looking up at lissa. "Auntie, we are so sorry. Please don’t step on us anymore."
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