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"Naaalala mo pa ba ako, Emilio Aguinaldo?" The man spoke, hands in pockets, with his eyes challenging and his stature intimidating.
"Opo naman po, Congressman. Binoto ko nga po kayo, eh." Emilio gave an awkward smile. How else would someone like him stand in the presence of such a powerful man? Congressman Andres Bonifacio was born from a rich family in Manila, hailing from a long line of political dynasty in Tondo. According to the family tree investigations, their line came from the real Andres Bonifacio who was the pride and glory of Tondo. This Andres in front of him is Andres Bonifacio IV, the eldest son of Don Andres Bonifacio III who is currently running for the senate. Emilio is not well-versed in history, so he does not know any connection between his kin and his.
Anyway, past is past, and blood relations does not dictate someone's success or future actions. Emilio had long accepted that him being an Aguinaldo does not mean anything.
"Binoto mo ako?" The congressman's expression changed to complete bewilderment.
"Opo."
"Why?"
Emilio shrugged his shoulders, unable to answer. He does not include himself in politics that much. He just thinks the man has some convictions according to his platforms. Yes, politicians lie, but he just wanted to shade the ballot and go back to driving. All he knows is that he has a good feeling about the guy. When he went back to the garage, his co-drivers hit his head, saying the man is out-of-touch and an elitist, only using his name to gain authority. The Congressman, apparently, is one of the pushers of Jeepney Modernization.
"Pinagsisisihan mo ba?" Bonifacio asked again.
"Konti po. Jeepney driver po ako."
"Chariot type?"
"Opo."
"Ah," Congressman Bonifacio raised his finger to point at him, waving it a bit while in the process of remembering his face, "Isa ka sa mga JODA president na ayaw ng modernization. Napaka-traditional."
"Traditional?" His co-drivers were right, the man is out-of-touch. Their jeepney type being traditional is not the only issue here, and he thought it would be a common sense to a common person. He wants to be mad, but a café single-cubicle toilet is not the right place for that. He's a man of long patience, and it seems he must extend it even more.
Emilio Aguinaldo chose to be quiet while the elitist man give him an irritating smirk.
"Andoy, ba't ang tagal mo?" The voice of another man shouted from the door. The congressman opened it to reveal the two of them inside the room. "Andoy, why are you in a room with another man?"
The congressman calmly scooted over the other man--who was the one wearing americana beside the professor--and whispered audibly, "Si Emilio Aguinaldo."
"What? Sure ka ba?"
"I'll recognize that flat-top everywhere. And get this Pepe, he also got the same name. I believe he's reincarnated like us. He just doesn't remember, like Pole."
Emilio can recognize English words, he grew up in a country that uses English as the language of commerce after all, but none of those words seems recognizable in his understanding.
The man named Pepe looked at him and criticized his person from head to toe, "I wonder why only the two of them cannot remember?"
Emilio is getting the feeling of unbelonging again, as if they talk about his position of being in a space far away from his reach, and so he excused himself.
"Sandali." The Congressman called as he leaves. "Magkaibigan kayo ni Professor Mabini?"
"Pasahero ko po s'ya minsan. Magkaano-ano nga po pala kayo?"
"Tignan mo nga sarili mo? Bakit naman daw kayo magiging magkaibigan?"
The man beside him hit his arm. "Andoy ano ba?" He looked at him in pity. "Pasensya na sa kanya. Hindi s'ya ganito usually."
Emilio gave his best customer service smile. "Sa tingin ko po ganyan talaga parati si Congressman." And he quickly faced away to walk faster towards the exit.
He does not need their condescending attitude, and he does no need their pity either. His life has been quite alright and peaceful without the complications of life cultures beyond his jeepney and humble home in Tondo. He has no need to climb higher, he has no need to think about politics, he has no need to affect the lives of people around him. He is fine as it is.
But Apolinario Mabini. Just seeing that man every day in his life is addicting. He has no further desires towards him, just having him for 30 minutes after 5:00 PM is more than enough. "Kahit 'yun lang sana, Lord. Kahit 'yun lang. Wala na akong mahihihling pa."
"Emilio?" Suddenly, the Professor stands in front of him, eyes sparkling and beaming wide. He must have been power walking in focus towards the door that he neglected to remember that the man is still within the café. "Bakit ka nandito?"
"Ah… ano… magandang hapon po." He bowed his head quickly and then bolted out the door.
"Sandali! Magkape muna tayo. Ngayon lang kita nakita sa labas!" He heard the Professor shout while probably following him. He stayed on the glass door upon seeing Emilio start is jeep immediately. He does not want Apolinario Mabini to think he's avoiding him, but here he is, like a deer caught in headlights, panicking, and then running away towards the sunset, as if they will not see each other tomorrow. Tomorrow, he plans to act as if nothing happened, and resume their normal driver-passenger relationship. No need to stay out for coffee.
When he arrived at the JODA garage area to park his jeep for the day, the vice president ran towards him looking like bad news.
"Saan ka galing Emilio?" The vice president ran towards him.
"Bakit, ano'ng nangyari?"
"Complete phase out na daw ang mga chariot type sa Monday. Bawal pumasada ang mga hindi modern jeep."
"Ano? Bakit daw?"
"Biglang utos daw ni Congressman."
"Puñeta. Paano naman daw ta'yo makakabili ng modern jeep bigla?"
The vice president looked at the ground, forlorn. "Hindi 'yun ang problema, Emilio. Alam mo 'yan. Magkokolehiyo na ang dalawa sa mga anak ko. Napagsikapan nating ma fully-paid ang mga jeep natin, tapos bigla tayong pipilitin mangutang ng bagong jeep na hindi naman na'tin ginusto. Gusto ko pang pumasada."
Emilio understood. At the back of his mind, the Jeepney Modernization is a looming problem that he will eventually face. He was voted as the president only because he has no family, so he has extra time to run the garage and process the documentations in the Mayor's office. It just happens that this problem occurred during his term.
Nonetheless, he wants the best thing for the transport group. He is their family. He is not attached to anything, not even to his jeepney, but he really wants to see the people around him happy. He wants a world where everyone is given justice. Who does not?
"Sino ba namang ayaw mag maneho ng de-aircon at magkaroon ng mas mataas na kita araw-araw?" He closed his eyes, remembering the face of the man he met in the toilet. "Hindi ito tungkol sa kung sino ang tradisyunal o hindi. Tungkol ito sa kung sino ang magiging baon sa utang at sino ang kikita. Bakit mahirap 'yun intindihin?"
"Ganyan talaga mga pulitiko. Malamang may porsyento si Congressman sa kumpanyang uutangan natin."
"Kase monopolyo. At eto tayo, walang choice." Emilio breathed out, being backed in the corner for the first time in his life. He did have some challenges before, (he was an orphan who must work to keep himself alive and prepare for a possible demolition in the future), but this one is something he had not prepared for. This jeepney modernization just came out of nowhere and only the foreign vehicle companies will win.
He made up his mind. He told the vice president to gather everyone for an impromptu meeting. Once gathered, he stood in front of the dingy wooden table in the makeshift shed. The setting feels familiar, and his conviction feels familiar as well. Placing his palms at the edge of the tables, he declared, "Bukas ng hapon, mga bandang alsa singko, magtitigil pasada tayo."
Hearing his co-drivers shout, a sudden flash of memory came over his vision.
A long wooden table in a hidden forest.
A make-shift shed around them.
Around him are men in white and red, farmer's straw hat, stolen guns, and artisan weapons.
It was the revolution.
It was in Cavite.
He was Magdalo.
The Professor has been waiting for 15 minutes for Emilio's jeepney to pass by, or any jeepney at all. The students are wondering why transport groups around Sampaloc and Ermita are not in the vicinity, so they opted to order Grab or Angkas instead. After the clamoring over the vehicle hailing apps, the front gater students diminished in population and it is only him left in the waiting shed.
"Prof!" The student from the other day called him. "Hindi ba kayo ti-next nung sundo n'yo?"
"We don't have each other's number." He probably looks so worried, so a student volunteered to approach him. He also feels stupid for not asking Emilio's number yesterday, but that was not entirely his fault since the man technically ran away.
"There's tigil-pasada today. Sa Mabini street."
"Tigil pasada? Bakit?"
"Forced implementation ng Jeepney Modernization. Nasa news po, prof."
"Sa Mabini Street?"
"Yes po."
"Okay, salamat!" He quickly booked a ride to Mabini Street, and as they were approaching, he noticed the increased difficulty to get by. Apolinario paid the driver and hopped off the Angkas ride, deciding to trek his way towards the Tigil-Pasada.
There is no clear idea on what he will do upon seeing Emilio anyway. He just knows he wants to see him, to make sure he is safe, and to hear his hardships. But more than that, for some reasons, his heart is beating so fast while odd visions fill his mind.
"The only way for you to reclaim your reputation is to die in battle!" He gritted calmly, as he grip the armrests of his ratan chair, glaring at a silhouette of a man against a window.
"If that is what my adviser thinks, then I will die in battle."
No. No, he does not want him to die in battle.
He just wants him to order an investigation on Luna's death, to denounce submission to the Americans, and to control the Paterno Cabinet. He just wants him to put his heart in the right place. He just wants him to stay.
However, there is no way to save anyone. In this life, things has become too complicated that their only saving grace is death. Just when they were getting out of the clutches of the Spanish Empire, a new Empire takes over, and if that Empire leaves or collapses, he's pretty certain that another will take their shot. Their country has always been in strategic position geographically, and everyone wants it. They will never be free.
His health is already failing. He guesses he will not last very long. In the end of his days, he wants peace, and maybe, just maybe, a simple Emilio Aguinaldo by his side. Not El Presidente, not Magdalo, not a soldier. Just him.
And that cannot be.
Maybe, in their next life, God will have more mercy.
Whoever these people in his visions are, they hold great meaning in his heart as his breathing continue to go weary while making his way in the sea of people, bystanders and protesters alike. The scenery is chaotic, yet he understands that Tigil-Pasadas do not become chaotic. It's one of those peaceful protests that has no way of being violent. It's just a Tigil-Pasada for heaven's sake, and more often than not, the Transport Groups are right to complain.
There is only one explanation: It has been escalated by the riot police or an outside-party who wants to sabotage the peaceful protest.
He finally made it in the middle, immediately scanning the protesters in their everyday transport clothes. Some riot police are hitting defenseless middle aged men who have fear in their eyes, probably confused on the sudden appearance of violence. It was not only them who are bewildered. There are also students around, from UP, UST, Ateneo, FEU and other students from the university belt that are witnessing such unwelcomed and escalated riot. Their phones are on the air, covering the event in their own ways.
In the middle of the protest, he can finally see Emilio, who is assisting his injured co-drivers. He's shouting at them to fall back, sometimes pleading the police to stop hurting his men.
A riot police was running behind Emilio, his baton already on air, as Emilio was doing nothing but assisting an injured man in the middle of the street.
Not even in this life, Emilio. Not even here.
When can we have peace?
Apolinario's feet moved on their own towards the scene. He calls Emilio's name to get his attention to the riot police behind him, but it was too late. The professor can only run behind the man and defend him from the heavy blow of the metal baton.
The doctor delivered a hard news in a room with an unconscious professor and a depressed-looking guardian beside the bed. His hands are clutched on both of his knees as he look forlornly on the figure on the bed.
For a long time, it was just the two of them. The silence of the sterile white room is being filled by the occasional hum of the air-conditioner. Emilio was left to his own hellish thoughts, of regret, of grieving, and of horrors. It is also filled with questions towards the divine.
A knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts, and without notice, a figure gently appears from behind it. His hair is wavy and his stature is quite small compared to the other man beside him. Perhaps it is a better decision to let this one appear first before the congressman. It was a good call, a small mercy that Emilio could think of.
"Kamusta si Professor Mabini?" Says Pepe's gentle voice.
With darkness in his eyes, he chuckled. "Hindi na daw s'ya makalalakad muli."
The man gasped, and Congressman Andres Bonifacio grits his teeth.
He speaks, "I already fired the riot police responsible. At pina-suspinde ko ng isang taon ang mga nanakit sa mga kasama mo."
Emilio's hand gripped tighter, "Hindi naman sana kailangan ng karahasan. May isang pulis na biglang nanakit ng isang tsuper, at sumunod na lahat. Hindi naman nila gagawin 'yon kung walang utos."
"Hindi ko… Hindi 'yon ang sinabi ko." The Congressman stared at the floor.
It was the smaller man's turn to glare at the man beside him, "Andoy? ¿De qué carajo estás hablando? (What the fuck are you talking about?)"
"Lo Siento, Pepe. No quise que esto sucediera. (I did not want this to happen.)"
Pepe crossed his arms and fumed, "Get out. No quiero verte. (I don't want to see you)"
"Senyor Bonifacio." Emilio finally called. The two people looked at him, shocked. "Saan napunta ang mga prinsipyo mo?"
"Senyor Emilio Aguinaldo?" Pepe, or who he knew as Jose Rizal in their past lives, called. He had not personally met the man, but his relatives and common-law wife (Josephine Bracken) sided his efforts over Bonifacio's. He later decreed a national mourning for him. He was his inspiration and idol, he had nothing but respect for the man.
That is why it is a surprise for him to see the stubborn bull of a leader named Bonifacio and a level-headed scholar that is the National Hero, always together.
"So naaalala mo na ako ngayon?" Bonifacio says with anger laced in his voice.
"Gusto mo'ng mag-usap tayo?" Emilio challenges.
"S'ya!" Jose Rizal began pointing at the door, "Dalhin n'yo iyan sa labas. Ako na muna magbabantay kay Pole."
It all became clear.
When he was on the bed, dying of cholera, he prayed to God that he wishes a better next life. A life without political conflicts. A life without much to fight for. A life in where he can focus on his personal goals. He also wished the same for Emilio Aguinaldo, or as he calls him privately, Miong.
In this second change, about a hundred years later, he can still see injustices, war, social problems, and the soft manipulation of the Americans by using capitalism. Not only that, there was a whole world war and dictatorial government they missed. Nonetheless, he could say they lived in a relatively peaceful time. Emilio was just barely spared. Jeepney Modernization may not be as big as fighting two empires at the same time while lacking manpower and firepower, but it is chaos nonetheless. And to think that he is against the reincarnation of Andres Bonifacio of all people, who is now doing actions that Emilio would have done a hundred years ago.
He tries to sit, but his spine is hurting. It is bareable though.
"Don't try to exert yourself, pare." A man whispers beside him. He was expecting Miong, but he is as surprised to see the National Hero, his former leader in La Liga Filipina, Jose Rizal. He's been reincarnated, too? For all the heroic act he had done, he's expecting that he may have ascended already. Did he ask for a second change, too? What are his regrets?
"Pepe? Bakit… bakit ka pa nandito?"
"Binabantayan kita."
"Sa mundong ito, I mean."
Jose Rizal simply smiled, "That's a story for another day. For now, nag-aaway ang mga baby boys mo sa labas."
"Si Miong? He remembers now?"
Pepe nods.
Pole stares at him with determination, "I want to hear. I want to know Miong's regrets."
Andoy punched him in the face, making him stumble down.
"Nabasa ko ang history. I'm next in line to being the National Hero. They said it was secretly your doing."
Emilio stays silent.
"¿Supongo que ahora puedes entender inglés? (I assume you can understand English now?)"
The man on the floor, now slowly standing up, nods. "According to history, I'm not proficient with the language."
"Yeah? Well, pwede na'ting pag-usapan lahat ng pagkakamali ng kasaysayan, pero sagutin mo muna ako, Magdalo. Bakit mo ako pinatay?"
"Hindi ako ang pumatay sa'yo." Emilio is fully standing now, his stature is similar to his general days, no more of that humble jeepney driver who bows in the presence of others. He can stare at Congressman Bonifacio eye-to-eye now, but there is surrender in those eyes. "Pero pagkukulang ko parin ang iyong pagkamatay. Nung nagbotohan tayo sa Cavite, at sinugod ang kampo mo, alam ko'ng balak nila na patayin ka. Wala akong sinabi. Nung nakuha ka nilang buhay, nais ko lang na maghatol ng exilio, pero nagpadala parin sila ng asesino. Syempre, utos ko ang labas. At wala na akong magawa. May mga espanyol pa kaming nais pabagsakin, at ang awayan sa loob ng katipunan ay hindi ko na problema. Ngunit Andoy, isa ka sa mga pinagsisisihan ko. Ikaw at si Luna."
Bonifacio is still seething, but he's staying in his spot, listening to everything the man has to say. Emilio cannot fathom the thoughts that could be running in his mind, all he knows is that he deserves his anger.
He continues, "Kung mas naging matalino lang ako, baka hindi naghiwalay ang Katipunan. Kung mas matalino lang ako, malamang ay hindi kami nag-pa exilio sa Hong Kong. Malamang mas maganda ang posisyon ng bansa ngayon. Baka mas napasaya ko si Hilaria. Baka mas naalagaan ko si Pole."
"At ngayon?" Bonifacio finally begins, "Bakit naging ganito nalang ang buhay mo? Parte ba ito ng iyong pagsisisi?"
"Ano'ng nalang?" Emilio chuckled, "Marangal at maayos ang trabaho ko ngayon, Andoy. Kailan ka pa naging elitista? Pinili ko ang payak na pamumuhay, walang familya, walang posisyon sa lipunan, walang influencia sa politika. Isang payapang buhay na malayo sa inyong lahat. Kaya eto, kung gusto mo ng modernization, bahala ka. Kung gusto mong baunin sa utang ang mga tsuper. Bahala ka. Nadamay na naman si Pole dahil sakin. Ayoko nang masaktan s'ya ulit. Kung ano man ang desisyon mo, Congressman, baha…"
"Kung gayon ay iiwan mo nanamang muli ang bayan, Miong?" Says a very familiar sharp voice. Apolinario was on a wheelchair being assisted by Jose Rizal.
"Pole!" Emilio runs towards the man and then kneeled down to his vision, "Ayos ka lang? Magpahinga ka muna. Bukas nalang tayo mag-usap. Bumalik na ba ang mga ala-ala mo?"
"Miong, saka na'yan. Ang gusto kong malaman ay kung iiwan mo nanaman ba ang nais mong ipaglaban. Tell me."
Pepe coughs while looking at Andoy, signaling him to leave. Andoy decides follow the doctor's wordless instructions. As he walks away, he glares at Emilio. "Hindi pa tayo tapos, Magdalo."
Emilio nods, then quickly returns his attention to the man in wheelchair. "Pumasok muna tayo sa kwarto mo."
Inside the room, Emilio coaxes Apolinario to return to his bed, to which the latter agrees. He carries him bridal style, something they seem to be familiar of. "Nung namatay daw ako…"
"Pole, pakiusap…"
"Sandali." Apolinario cuts off, "Nung namatay daw ako, ikaw ang nanguna sa prosisyon. Umuulan noon, at sabi pa nga nila, umiyak ka daw."
Emilio breathed deep, "At bakit naman hindi. Marami akong hindi nasabi sa'yo, at marami akong pinagsisisihan. Isa-isang namamatay ang mga maayos na revolutionario, at nung namatay ka, tila ba'y ako nalang ang natira. Nais ko na noong sumunod sa iyo, ngunit hindi ako pinagpala ng Maykapal. Tama ka, ang tanging makakaligtas nalang sakin ay kamatayan sa labanan."
"Miong… sa buhay na ito…" Pole holds his hand tenderly, "Gusto kong makasama ka. Marami na tayong napag-daanan dati, diba? Karapatan natin magpahinga."
Emilio holds the other's hand over as well, squeezing it as a form of affirmation, "Karapatan natin magpahinga."
"Ngunit 'di ko nais na kalimutan mo ang responsibilidad mo para sa payapang buhay. Hindi ba, kahit para sa iyo, mas may patutunguhan ang buhay kung ipaglalaban mo ang alam mong tama?"
"Pole…"
"Mali si Andoy. Kung ano man ang issues n'ya ngayon, it's his to figure out. But he's making a grave mistake. Please… lumaban ka."
Emilio laughs to himself, thinking how he had heard these words before; from his Katipunan faction in Cavite, from Jose Rizal, and from Apolinario Mabini. It was true that Bonifacio was a bit brash, but to be fair, majority of the Spanish forces were in Manila so their consecutive defeats were understandable. The strongest revolutionary artilleries and firepower were in Cavite since he knew who to connect with, and the Spanish base was not in his hometown so it was easy for them to ransack their makeshift bases. All he thought was Bonifacio was just unlucky, but he's a good man with a good heart. He was just often pushed to the corner.
He wishes to fight his right as a Jeepney Driver. This injustice cannot go on. It is just very ironic that he is against transport giants that are being sided by Andres Bonifacio of all people. However, it is not always about the past. They are reincarnated for a reason, and that is usually because they have karma to solve. Whatever Andoy's issues are, it is his to solve, but he has his own issues to solve as well. And if they have to fight again, then so be it.
"Senyor Mabini, Kailangan ko ng tulong mo."
*
Emilio Aguinaldo sought for the help of Public Attorney's Office and the national media to sensationalize the Tigil-Pasada that happened last Thursday. He was sided by all student bodies around the university belt who witnessed the injustice that happened. They all have their statements on how the riot police escalated the peaceful protests, while a certain police said they were given orders to scare the drivers by no other than the vehicle company who will sell the modern jeepneys.
Miong stood strong against the Congress that wanted to push the modernization in Manila. They cited that almost all Jeepney routes in Cebu are Modernized, but he had already surveyed them, gathering the information that they were actually forced to do so and now they have loans with ridiculous interests. The company that gave the ridiculous loans is the same company that ordered chaos in last week's Tigil-Pasada.
The former first president presented all his evidences, his pleas, and suggestions. He suggested to not force the drivers if they would rather not have a loan, to only partner up with local manufacturers (that use clean energy as much as possible), and to cover for the hospitalization of his injured co-drivers.
In a surprising addition, Congressman Andres Bonifacio pushed that the company should cover the expenses of hospitalizations and give millions of pesos of compensation for all drivers of Vito Cruz-Mabini route. He also mentioned that the government will shoulder half of the Modern Jeepney loan, as they should.
The hearing was not much of a headliner. It's not as interesting as catching an international spy. The hearing was also relatively peaceful, majorly siding towards the underdogs, so tabloids have not much to say. News outlets only over react when they can criticize the government, but not this time, apparently. Emilio Aguinaldo's victory only occupied a small portion of the second-page of Manila Bulletin, and anyway, whatever happened in a minor avenue in Manila is not the nation's concern.
It all turned out well, and after the hearing, Congressman Andres Bonifacio only scoffed at him to immediately return to Rizal's side (His name in this life is Jose Rizal, too.) He bowed towards the congressman's retreating figure. He will never know his admiration and respect towards the man.
Near the door of the Lower House, he saw the smiling figure of Professor Apolinario Mabini in his electric wheelchair. He smiled back.
(Three years later)
"Tay, dalian mo na." Shouts a 9 year-old kid from an electric modern jeep. "Mala-late na ako."
"Sandali lang, Greg." Emilio shouts back from the back of the vehicle, placing a very heavy electric chair at the luggage compartment.
"Patience, Gregorio. Alam mo namang mabigat ang wheelchair ko." Apolinario Mabini chastises his son as he sits properly at the front seat. At first, Gregorio Aguinaldo-Mabini would sit with his papa, but as he grows older, he prefers the back seats so he could talk with his friends who are also commuting to UST integrated school. It is 6:00 AM, and it is the normal time of their departure.
Riding to UST, the vehicle accumulate more and more students so Gregorio is being entertained by the fellow students there. He is well-known as the Professor's son, charming and talkative. Despite being the son of Atty. Mabini, Gregorio chose Emilio as his 'Model' for parent's day presentation. He is proud of his Itay, who is strong, smart, and noble; a jeepney driver who fought for the rights of other Jeepney drivers and continues to do so.
"Bayad po, sa UST galing simbahan." A student says.
"Friday ngayon!" The young Gregorio declared.
"Friday ngayon Ineng." Emilio replies, "Libre ang mga estudyante sa Jeep na ito tuwing byernes."
"Dito lang sa jeep na'to!" Young Gregorio supplies. "Kase da best ang Itay ko."
"Greg!"
"Goyo!"
"Bakit? Tama naman, eh."
Of course. The students of the university belt were a huge help during that trial. As an act of gratitude, Miong and Pole decided to give free ride for all students every Friday.
When they reached the front entrance of UST, Emilio went out of the jeep to get Pole's wheelchair. The guards are happy to assist the couple, as they have been doing for three years already since Emilio got his Modern Jeep and since Atty. Mabini lost his ability to walk. They made the front entrance PWD friendly, putting a designated stop for jeepneys with PWD passengers.
Emilio opened the front seat (yes, he ordered a customized one) and carried his husband bridal style towards the wheelchair. At the first months of practicing this routine, students would take pictures of their sweet arrangement. The student body became very nosey of their lives, eventually learning that they live together now in a new house in Sampaloc (Miong used up all his savings and left the Tondo property), and that they adopted an orphaned nephew of a friend.
Aguinaldo-Mabini house is a happy one. As Pole's influence in PAO increases, Aguinaldo keeps on declining offers from partylists. He may have made a little bit of his name from that trial, however, he did pledge in this life that it will be void of any politics.
"Unless the dire need arise." He promised Pole.
Emilio Aguinaldo is happy now. He married his crush. He bought a house out of his hardwork as a Jeepney Driver, and they have a mischievous but adorable son. There is nothing more he could ask for.
Now, what is the deal with Andres Bonifacio and Jose Rizal?
[the end?]