“Hey! What’s that?!” shouted a man at the gate.
“Maybe he’s serenading Ma’am Iris.” His companion laughed.
“Oh no! If the governor’s son finds out about this, that guy will be in trouble.”
“Wait, isn’t that the doctor from America?”
The gatekeepers each had their comments, but no one fired a shot at them. It wasn’t late, and there was no law against serenading. They also couldn’t be charged with trespassing since the road didn’t belong to the Ocampos. If anything, they might get reported to the barangay for the noise.
He continued singing, and his friends provided backup vocals. There was one or two off-key notes, and he was trying not to laugh. This was a first for him, and hopefully, Iris would come out.
The light on her porch turned on, and Iris came out, followed by Manang, who l
