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MARRIED TO A WOMAN 19 YEARS OLDER BECAUSE “HE HAS EXPERIENCE” — BUT ON THE WEDDING NIGHT, HIS SILENCE hid something…

Paolo, 26, is admired by his friends in Quezon City. He is not like other men who only pursue youth and beauty. No — Paolo is “a man with a taste for mature women.”

So when he married Ma’am Liza – 44, former creative director at a famous ad agency in Makati – everyone went “HA?!” with a wink:

“It doesn’t matter if she’s older, just classy!”

“She’s 19 years older, but she loves deeper!”

“She’s not just a girl. She’s the woman who understands me even when I don’t say it!”

At the reception, while everyone was dancing, Paolo boastfully said:

“The others are looking for a 18-year-old girl. Me? I married a woman who has over-18 years of experience in life!”

WEDDING NIGHT
In the honeymoon suite of a luxury hotel in Tagaytay, Paolo lit scented candles. Lavender. There was soft jazz music. There were even rose petals on the bed. Freshly bathed, freshly dressed in pajamas, he was just waiting for the bride.

Ma’am Liza entered – wearing a long ivory silk nightgown, still wearing full makeup, elegantly styled hair. She sat on the edge of the bed… just smiling. Silent. Not speaking. Not moving.

Paolo was a little nervous but forced himself to be chill.

“Ah… do you want to chat first?”

Ma’am Liza just smiled. Nodding slightly.

“Okay,” Paolo whispered to himself. “He wants a gentle approach. He’s mature…”

But when he held her hand, she suddenly spoke:

“I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”

He turned around, lay down, and didn’t speak again.

THREE O’CLOCK IN THE EARLY MORNING
Paolo woke up. He was urinating. He got up slowly so as not to wake up.

As he passed the full-body mirror in front of the cabinet, he noticed something…

The nightgown that Ma’am Liza was wearing earlier…
…was hanging on a hanger.

He turned around to the bed — Ma’am Liza was still there, lying on her back.

But if the nightgown was there…
WHO’S IN THE BED???

Suddenly, lightning flashed from the window. In an instant, he saw his “wife’s” hand on the bed — falling to the side of the bed as if it were empty… like a doll.

“PUTSA—!” he shouted as he pulled the blanket closer.

And there he saw…

A full-sized mannequin made of silicone.
A smile was still drawn on her lips. The left arm was hanging from the joint. The wedding ring was attached to the rubber finger.

Paolo screamed:

“WHAT IS THIS?!?!”

MA’AM’S EXIT
The bathroom door opened. Ma’am Liza came out — wearing a house robe, her hair tied back, no makeup. She was carrying mouthwash.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

She just smiled, as if nothing had happened.

“Sorry, Paolo. I’m not used to sleeping with someone on the first night. So, I let my ‘little sister’ sleep next to you first.”

Paolo clung to the lampshade. Shivering.

“Doll?! I thought it was you!”

Ma’am Liza just nodded. Still casual.

“You said you wanted a woman with experience, right? Well, experience teaches us to be creative.”

Paolo sat up. He thought to himself:

“Is this what she meant by ‘deep and seasoned’? Or is she literally planning something scary in the dark?”

EPILOGUE
From that night on, Paolo never went to sleep without peeking under the blanket. Every hug, he checked to see if the skin was cold. Every night, he asked himself:

“Is this Ma’am… or ‘doll’?”

He learned the lesson in loving someone older:

It’s not just about maturity… sometimes, it involves psychological endurance.