Deccard Brothers: CLUB FINN

Chapter 4: Mini Interrogation in Bed

"Oof!" Rinig ko ang pagkabagsak niya mula sa kama hanggang sa sahig.

Ang putang ina.

Nakalimutan yatang nakatali ang mga kamay at paa.

"Can one of you fucking help me or something?" I heard her murmur. Presumably, because her face was squished on the floor.

Faun was the first to stand up and quickly went to her side mumbling apologies in Spanish.

"Lo siento señorita! Lo siento!"

To my shock, she spoke in Spanish too. "E-eh? Está bien, está bien."

"Sabes cómo hablar español?" This time, I was the one who spoke. I asked her if she knew how to speak Spanish. The fucker only rolled her eyes before answering me.

"Of course, I fucking know Spanish, you dimwit."

Faun proceeded to carry her and put her down once again on the bed.

"I uh... can't help but to notice you have food there sir."

Her attitude made a 180-degree turn once she brought her eyes back to the food that rested on the table. I can tell that she noticed an unopened one, grinning to herself as if she knows it was hers.

Well, yeah. It was hers, but we'll never admit to that, will we?

I decided to speak in her native tongue since switching languages often exhausts me. Imagine speaking Italian first and then Spanish the next. After Spanish, you'll have to speak greek since you're conversing with family. And then Tagalog since this is where you're currently located.

Exhausting.

But it did wonders to my tongue though.

"Oo meron. Pero hindi ito sayo."

"Ay papi hahaha!" katawa niya nung nagsalita ako ng tagalog, and I cringed at the nickname she gave me.

"Penge ako. Gutom na gutom na ako eh. May rice iyan? Ang alam ko kasi hindi kayo nagra-rice eh."

As if on cue, her stomach growled. I can tell that she was sheepishly trying to stop it from growling by the way her ears are red from embarrassment.

I tsked. Since I was done with my food, I brought the meal to her nose and let her sniff it before pulling it back, knowing that she'll despise me now.

Kahit ako, kung papaamuyin lang sa akin ang pagkain at hindi ipapakain, papatayin ko yung taong iyon.

#absolutefoodie2021

It just so happens that I found a fellow foodie with me that I can contend with in terms of food.

Should I try to extract information from her with food?

It's worth a try.

I picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of rice, dowsing it with gravy.

"I'll make you a deal," I said as I neared the spoon to her masked mouth, knowing that even though the fabric she can inhale the gravy's scent.

"Tell me about yourself—" That was not supposed to come out Club, "And in turn, I'll feed you a spoon, sounds good?"

I scolded myself in my head.

You're not supposed to know her Club! What's with the development?

She looked at me as if she was contemplating whether or not she should agree. It looked like her stomach decided for her when I heard another growl coming from it.

"Fine," She grumbled, "But make it two spoons! Gutom na gutom ako. My words are THAT expensive."

Ang taray ng puta.