The Hows of Us

Yes! This is it. Our first buy.

Choose whatever you want. I will buy it for you.

Aw.

There, I found one. This?

No, too feminine. How about this?

Looks like it belongs to Tita Lola. This?

Seriously? It looks like it's for a talk show. This?

No comment.

I know! This one. This is the one.

- There! - Perfect!

We'll fill this house up.

I will put a table here and a TV.

We can just relax here. Watch on our 65-inches TV…

- Once we have money. - Surround sound.

Amsterdam… sprawling, endless tulips.

Promise you'll take care of this house.

I will take care of you, George,

and this house.

What's wrong with musicians nowadays?

We still need an agent. You might want to sideline.

I'd rather die than do something I don't want to do!

Damn that passion! That passion won't be able to feed us!

- Are you tired? Giving up? - Yes!

I'm very, very tired!

I missed you, my friend.

Get up, George.

-You're here? -Why are you here?

-Duh, this is my house! -This is my house, too!

What's our story?

Excess. In war mode.

Excuse me!

This is my house!

Which, technically, is my house too.

The nerve of you to say that. You're not needed here!

George, George. I bought that.

Which you gave to me as a present.

So, technically, this is mine.

Truth is, our love story started with a fight.

And that is the reason

why women are poor leaders compared to us, men.

You make things complicated.

We are both offended and amused

that you have the nerve, the temerity…

-Temerity. -to say we women are ineffectual leaders

because we are "complicated."

Men have forced women to be complicated

because we have to think for you, men, too,

while cooking, cleaning, washing your clothes for you

just so you and your simple brains can function.

You cannot survive without us.

I beg to disagree.

We can survive without you.

You can't survive without us men.

Yep!

We are the ones who get tough

because we know what our loss is.

Because we don't let our emotions or our morals' purpose

prevent us from taking the win.

And unlike you, we think more objectively.

We see the bigger picture while you obsess with small details like food,

hygiene and lounging, which we never told you to do.

But you expect us to do it, anyway.

You women expect it of yourselves more than we expected of you.

You are just as responsible for holding those gender expectations you hate.

Primo! Primo! Primo!

But why are we debating about this?

One sex is no better than the other.

Men and women are complimentary.

True! I agree!

We should not be going up against each other.

In fact…

we should be together.

[both| Smooth!

I agree.

We should be working together.

Smoother!

But that's not the point of this debate.

You really don't want to lose, do you?

I just don't want to lose to you.

Smoothest!

But our first fight was a good fight.

I felt as if I met my match.

Tita Lola, look at George.

She's throwing me out and hurting me.

It's Primo's fault. How dare he even show up here.

I came back because, first, I didn't know you were here.

-Tita Lola, I just want to-- -You can't come back here.

You don't have the right anymore.

You left, remember?

Whoa. Do not revise history.

I didn't just leave.

You told me to leave. That's different.

But you still left.

So, that's one and the same.

Now leave.

-Leave! -No!

Primo knew how to fight for something he wants.

He doesn't give up. I loved that about him.

I wasn't one to say yes easily,

but Primo also doesn't accept a no.

Amygdala, cerebrum, brainstem--

Go away.

No.

Never.

This is effective. Mnemonic.

Shh!

Primo was brave. He was willing to face anything.

George, there's no rush. Yohan is still young.

Mom, no. We'll have Yohan checked up.

Oh, I will find a side job.

I will apply for student assistant.

Do what you want. When are you coming home?

No more!

Can't fool me!

- If you say so. - What's going on?

-What are you doing? -I bought this.

-Ah. So, this is mine. -What is?

I bought this pair of shorts, so this is mine, too. Hey, hey!

- Give it back! - Go, Tita Lola!

Stop him!

Him?

Hey!

-You jerk! Don't you come back! -Fine! I'll leave!

Ugh! High-five.

Wait, who are you?

I'm Primo, George's suitor.

He was willing to face my family,

even the weather.

He was always there when I needed him.

Give me that.

You're a bit late.

The rain came early.

Isn't it fun here?

Hey, come inside! Come on!

Don't go yet. We prepared a lot of food.

-Tita Lola, would you like some dessert? -Wow!

Diabetic.

Sorry.

Yohan boy, want some?

Same as Tita Lola.

Let's just give it to your dad.

He's dead.

Sorry, auntie.

Yohan, it's time to move on.

It's been 10 years since your father died.

I'm only 9, Mom.

Fine, 9 then.

In him, I saw a good man.

But he doesn't stop there. He had dreams.

Hi, babe!

Dude, sorry, you really have to roll with the tempo.

-Pick up your pace. -It sounded fine.

-It sounded fine. -I hear something off. Let's try again.

Wait. There, that's it.

Dude, make sure the bass flows with the beat,

so you're not lost.

-I thought it was okay. -It was.

Our music is scattered. We have to sound good together.

-Again. -One more time.

Perfectionist.

I saw a man with passion,

a man who works hard to be better.

I'll give it to Primo. It seems he sees people we don't.

One more time!

I saw a man who, while never giving up,

still gives his all, all the time.

At that moment, I believed.

Yes, someday, he will be great.

And I want to be there when that day happens.

I want to be by his side.

So I decided that the fight's over.

Okay, fine, you win.

I already love you.

[dreamy music soars|

I was already falling, so I decided to take the leap.

And why not? We took the leap together.

Days turned into weeks,

weeks into months, months into years.

-Thank you, Tita Lola. -Happy birthday, George.

I love you. Thank you.

You're welcome. But…

He's officially your cake supplier from now on.

-Mm. -Hmm.

That's right, George.

I will be with you on all occasions.

Thank you. Mm?

Those flowers will last forever.

I promise you.

Whether it be New Year, Valentine's Day, Easter Sunday,

even the Roman Holiday.

-Okay. -Okay. Go.

Tita Lola is giving us background music.

Promise me you won't leave my grandchild.

Promise me you'll grow old together.

Promise.

Promise me you'll take care of my house.

This is the only possession I can leave you once I'm gone.

Promise me, Primo.

I promise you, Tita Lola,