Chapter V

Huge waves greeted Ronn's ship as they patrolled the northern region of the country. A massive wave hit them and capsized their ship, and they immediately rushed into the sea to prevent sinking. He discovered a piece of the container and created buoyancy, but he was sunk by one of his colleagues. He pursued the swim while also pulling the container, and they both pulled the pull. "Aahhh!" yelled a shark after biting his leg. He sprang awake as his father began to shake him. When he was still in the province, this was also his dream. Why do I always fantasize about it? In his mind, he inquired.

"Take a bath, and we'll go for a ride," his father said. It was noon when he peeked out the window. He had a decent sleep; if his father hadn't woken him up, his dream may have gone somewhere. He also wanted to know what happened to his dream and why it was always his dream. He made the bed, then walked into the bathroom with the towel his aunt had given him earlier.

He applied his deodorant after taking a bath. His Aunt was shaken as he emerged.

"Wait Ronn," his aunt replied as he approached his room. Leave with clothing, shorts, and pants. "Oh yeah, it's all yours." "Don't wear your provincial clothes anymore, people might mock you here," his aunt advised.

"Thank you," Ronn said hesitantly. "I'll simply change my clothing," he explained. When he entered the room, he was taken aback by the elegance of the garments Aunt had given him. He put on jeans that matched the polo shirt Menin had given him, then looked in the mirror and smiled at his shape. "Handsome," he thought to himself. He exited the room after arranging the garments. Her Aunt was impressed with his figure.

“Wow! My nephew is quite handsome! "I'm sure there are a lot of guests here who are young women our age," his aunt exclaimed in awe. "He even excelled the artists with his grace and posture, Ronn's body and excellent looks," he remarked in appreciation of Ronn.

"Let's go," his father said as the two followed. Her aunt locked the house lock when they departed. They drove a tricycle, and her aunt informed the driver of their destination. He couldn't recall the diversion the trike took, and their ride lasted only a few minutes after it halted at the huge mansion. They disembarked, and her aunt paid the driver. Her father walked up to the doorbell and pressed it.

"Ding, dong! ding, dong!" Inside the house, someone answered the intercom.

"Wait, who are they?" the insider inquired.

"Chief Francois!" his father exclaimed.

"Wait a minute, Sir," Ronn exclaimed as the gate opened, stunned by what he saw. He assured himself, 'It's definitely different here in the city.' They entered the house, which was very huge, with a vast yard and many cars. A male steward, possibly in his forties but powerful in size and dressed like military, greeted them. He saluted his father, who returned the gesture.

"Please come in, Sir," the steward said. "I'll just call Commodore; he's sleeping upstairs." He told the guests, "He said when you come, you will be welcomed inside," and apologized to them. They were given juice and biscuits by the two helpers. The technology inside was stunning, and the television was so large that he had only recently seen it. Menin's television is large, but not in the way he sees it now. In Ronn's mind, there were more dazzling lights hanging overhead, surrounded by shimmering bottles. He was unaware that the Commodore had already descended while his eye explored. It was also elegant, possibly his father's age. The two exchanged respectful salutes before hugging.

"Compadre!" exclaimed the Commodore. "Your grace hasn't faded, and I adore you," he continued.

"You're Panyero, too, and I suppose you're getting younger and stronger!" said his father. His father introduced him as "Ronn, my firstborn."

"How are you?" he inquired of the Commodore.

"Is this your son?" quipped the Commodore. "Artist, you should put him in a movie since you're obviously getting a lot of money," the Commodore remarked. The Commodore was overjoyed when they presented him with dried fish from the provinces, saying he would not trade them for any other dried fish he had eaten because they were soft, delicious, and not salty, unlike what could be purchased in the market.

"He's the one I'm telling you to join the Navy," his father said.

"It's a pleasure to be an artist," he smiled.

"By the way, Fely is my youngest sister," his father told his aunt.

"Good day," his aunt said shyly. As he gazed at his aunt's loveliness, the Commodore was still somewhat stunned.

"You're still lovely in the sunshine," Commodore said, still holding his aunt's hand and smiling.

"Compadre, you didn't tell me you had a sister here in the city and it's still quite beautiful, I wish we could have been swaying," the Commodore remarked.

"I will look after your young man; people like them need to be trained in defending our country, not to be persuaded and attracted by the beautiful words of the terrorist scourge, and to waste the future with erroneous ideology," Commodore stated.

"You have a lot of rangers, Panyero?" ", he inquired.

"There are five of them Panyero, Hubb is the second, who will also graduate from high school next year, Rocc is in his third year of high school, one is in primary school, and the youngest is only two years old," his father explained.

"You're so fortunate, Panyero," the Commodore lamented. "I was not fortunate enough for my wife to have a kid, and then she vanished without ever experiencing my accomplishment," he regretted.

"You're still lucky, Panyero," his father said. "Take a look at your current situation. "You are the commander of the navy," his father continued.

"If you also follow Agoncillo and me, I am confident you are also in control of the Army," the Commodore continued, "you should not have persisted as merely the Chief of Police in your people."

"You know Ronn, your father and I will be in the army together, and if he doesn't want to establish a family, make sure he is the Army leader," he stated. "Agoncillo and I will battle together and be companions to combat the outsiders and rebels; now you will carry on your father's dream, so don't disappoint him." Don't worry, I'll look after you. "I will not abandon you since you are the son of my buddy and brother in the Society," he promised them.

"Have dinner here, and I've prepared something special, especially for my guests," he remarked with a smile, looking at his aunt. "Don't worry and I'll take you to Ms. …'s house", she assured looking at her aunt.

"Fely, please," his aunt said, smiling.

"I'll leave you here first, Panyero; I just need to answer office calls; don't worry, Ben it's up to you to handle it," the Commodore stated.

"No problem, Panyero," his father said.

"I'm sorry, there's only a minor issue at the Base," he explained. His workplace was on the third floor of the house after he ascended to the top. They were left in the large living room as the steward turned on the television and watched an action movie.

"Have fun before dinner," he invited them.

"Thank you very much," his father said.

They watched "Rambo: First Blood," which is really stunning and a favorite of the military. They ate their snacks while silently watching. Every scene in the film is felt by his father, as he still gestures whenever a scene expresses his feelings. When viewing an action movie, troops are like that, especially when they are fighting adversaries.

They enjoyed watching the movie as though they were sitting in a movie theater on a large television. The steward offered them the dinner table. They followed the steward into the dining room, which had very good and costly equipment. That was Ronn's thought when he sat in the empty chair at the dinner table. In Ronn's thoughts, the Commodore was already sitting at the far end of the table, as if a huge family was going to consume the variety of ready meals on the table, like a feast. Only now would he be able to experience delectable dishes for the rest of his life.

"Come join me for dinner," Commodore invited them. "Don't be shy; act as though you're just at home," he urged. "Like my quintet with you earlier Ronn and Ms. Fely, it's as if Panyero and I are brothers," Commodore smiled. "First, Ms. Fely, let us give gratitude for the grace given by the Lord; can you guide us in prayer?" the Commodore added with a smile, referring to Ronn's Aunt.

"No problem, it's an honor," his aunt said cheerfully. Following the prayer, the Commodore thanked everyone and gestured for them to eat.

Almost everything presented was delicious in Ronn's opinion. He bit into the steak and found it to be tender and scrumptious. He tasted the various menu on the table with little or no push-pull. He'd just had all of it, and he was stuffed. The two soldiers resumed their story while they ate. Ronn ate more till he couldn't stand up any longer; he still wanted to eat but was quite full. The dessert salad and cake were then presented. He just took and ate a little because he was full but wanted to try everything on the table.

They returned to the living room after dinner, where the two soldiers continued their conversation. Ronn and his aunt are simply listening to the narrative of two of their experiences in combating the terrorist plagues that are destroying the county's security. Each of their stories has a painful experience, such as the death of their fellow troops in the horrific death of the rebels, whose bodies are disfigured and dumped in the wilderness once they are beheaded by rebels. The Commodore's voice was filled with resentment and disdain as he recounted, especially the narrative of his brother, a heroic soldier who was crushed the body by the rebels and bulleted. As he related the narrative, Commodore's tears streamed down his cheeks, and his voice was harsh and enraged.

He'd like to hear more stories about the bravery of soldiers like his father and the Commodore, but his father had already notified the Commodore that they were going home to his aunt's house. The Commodore took them in a van, as promised to his aunt. When they got to his aunt's house, the Commodore was invited to sip coffee inside, but he declined because it was already midnight.

"I would want to accommodate your invitation, beautiful lady, but it's late at night, and we need to have rest," he smiled.

"Thank you Panyero for taking us and everything," his father added.

"Nothing, Panyero, except what I said and promised about taking care of and guiding your young guy," he said, smiling and looking at his aunt. They also bid their goodbyes to Sgt. Ben, his driver. They opted to sleep once the Commodore had left. While his father slept in bed, he slept on the floor on a mattress.