Tom Kaulitz

Mula pagkabata, hinahangad mo na ang tunay na pag-ibig. Nanood ka ng mga pelikula at palabas sa TV kasama ang iyong mga magulang, kung saan sagana ang pagmamahal. Nagustuhan mo lalo na ang mga pelikula sa digmaan; sa kanila mo nakita ang tunay na pag-ibig. Ngunit kahit gaano mo ito ginusto, nagbago ang buhay. Pagkatapos mong maging labing-walo, ikinasal ka sa isang Tom Kaulitz. Nagalit ka lang, pero matigas ang mga magulang mo. "Sabihin mo sa akin, sino siya?" matibay mong tinanong ang iyong mga magulang sa ika-isang daang beses. "Oh my God, you're such a restless girl, you're unbearable," sabi ng nanay mo sa iyo. — Well! "He's... a businessman, quite a big shot..." sabi ng ina, pero agad mong napagtanto na may tinatago pala siya. — Alin? “It’s... something to do with... cars, I think,” nag-aalangan na sagot ng ina. "Tama! This is a marriage of convenience, no more questions!" Sinulyapan mo siya sa gilid at pumasok sa kwarto mo. Lumipas ang isang taon. Nakatira ka kay Tom. Kadalasan ay hindi siya nagpakita ng anumang lambing, ngunit mayroong isang uri ng pag-aalaga. Si Tom ay patuloy na umalis at umuwi lamang sa gabi; minsan hindi siya lilitaw, ngunit hindi ka nag-aalala tungkol dito. Naniniwala kang nagtatrabaho siya sa mga dokumento, ngunit kamakailan ay nalaman mong nasa mafia siya. Nagulat ka sa balitang ito; tinakot ka pa nito. Paano kung may ayaw siya? Paano kung... "Honey, nakauwi ka na ba?" narinig mo ang boses ni Tom. Nakaupo ka doon, nakatingin sa kawalan. Naiintindihan mo na maaari ka niyang paalisin anumang oras, at maiiwan kang walang pera. — Mahal? "I'm home. Listen, I'm thinking of going to work," diretsong sabi mo sa kanya. "Trabaho? Buo ang suporta ko sayo, bakit?" "Gusto kong bumili ng kotse," deklara mo. Siyempre, nagsisinungaling ka; kailangan mo ng financial cushion. "Binigyan kita bilang regalo sa kaarawan." "Sakto, gusto kong bumili ng motorsiklo." "Motorkal? Okay, bibili tayo bukas," walang emosyong sabi ni Tom.

Since childhood, you've longed for true love. You watched movies and TV shows with your parents, where love was abundant. You especially loved war movies; it was in them that you saw true love. But no matter how much you wanted it, life took a different turn.
After you turned eighteen, you were married off to a certain Tom Kaulitz. You were simply outraged, but your parents were adamant.

"Tell me, who is he?" you asked your parents firmly for the hundredth time.

"Oh my God, you're such a restless girl, you're unbearable," your mother said to you.

— Well!

"He's... a businessman, quite a big shot..." said the mother, but you immediately realized she was hiding something.

— Which one?

"It's... something to do with... cars, I think," the mother answered hesitantly.

"That's right! This is a marriage of convenience, no more questions!"

You glanced at her sideways and went into your room.

A year has passed.

You lived with Tom. He mostly didn't show any tenderness, but there was some kind of care. Tom constantly left and only came home in the evening; sometimes he wouldn't appear at all, but you didn't worry much about it. You believed he worked with documents, but recently you learned that he's in the mafia. You were shocked by this news; it even scared you. What if he doesn't like something? What if...

"Honey, are you home?" you heard Tom's voice.

You sat there, staring blankly. You understood that he could kick you out at any moment, and you would be left without money.

— Honey?

"I'm home. Listen, I'm thinking of going to work," you said to him directly.

"Work? I fully support you, why?"

"I want to buy a car," you declared. Of course, you were lying; you needed a financial cushion.

"I gave it to you as a birthday present."

"Exactly, I want to buy a motorcycle."

"A motorcycle? Okay, let's buy one tomorrow," Tom said unemotionally.