A late night at her boyfriend’s place turned into the kind of morning that makes an early exit feel very, very late.
It was supposed to be practical. She worked as a Business Development Officer for one of the top five office-systems companies in the metro, which meant meetings, overtime, and getting home late were basically part of the job.
So one night, after another late finish, she stayed at her boyfriend’s place.
Simple enough. Except apparently “sleeping over” was doing a lot of work in that sentence.
They were both feeling in the mood, so instead of actually going to sleep, they decided to watch something a little too distracting. Because nothing says “responsible adults with work tomorrow” quite like making that choice late at night.
While he was clearly enjoying himself, she started teasing him. From there, the night turned into a very long night together.
Morning arrived, along with the small problem they had somehow managed to ignore: his parents were there, and she really did not want to get caught. So the sensible plan was obvious—leave early, quietly, and without creating any additional problems.
Naturally, they created an additional problem.
Her boyfriend wanted one last round before she left before she left, and she agreed. Apparently surviving the night without getting caught had given both of them far too much confidence.
They were reaching the worst possible moment to be interrupted when the bedroom door suddenly opened.
And there was his mom.
No screaming. No dramatic speech. No long lecture. She simply looked at them and said, “Ang aga niyan ah!”
Which, somehow, was probably worse.
She had planned to leave early so nobody would catch them. Instead, she got caught at exactly the moment when “good morning” was no longer an appropriate greeting.
Because apparently the fastest way to ruin a discreet exit is to squeeze in one last terrible decision before breakfast.