Chapter IV

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 “Sir, he is looking for a girl and he is indicating your daughter.” Frank said.

“Why?” dad asked Raff.

“Your daughter, your very polite and loving daughter, knocked me off to my feet and she threw a handful of sand at me. I was defenseless because I was loaded up with stuff and she didn’t help me instead. Is that the way she treats your tourists here? If I were you discipline her otherwise she will not repent for what she’d done and do it to other person and that will cause the rupture of your wonderful business. Good night, sir.” He walked away.

“Was it true Kyen?” Dad asked me.

“But, I thought…”

“You’ll going to attend that gentleman while his in our resort for mistreating him.” Dad said firmly. What? Gentleman? You can’t be serious Dad. He is the most obnoxious person I’ve ever met.

“But dad you can’t---”

“Yes I can. It’s your fault and you have to face the consequences.”

“Mom, please tell dad not to.” I turned to my mom.

“Honey, just do what your dad says. It’s for your own good.” Mom said.

There I go, attending this slug for 2 days. I was in his room fixing his bed. I haven’t done this for the rest of my life not until now. It’s already 7:00 am and Kirby’s game is starting in 8:30am. He’s on the shower. I got to finish this before he is done, I talked to myself. I really hate being punished. I shouldn’t have done that thing. My phone rung while I was fixing the bed. It was Lulu.

“Hello.”

“Kyen, where are you?”

“I’m still at our resort here in Quezon.”

“Aren’t you going to Kirby’s game? It’s there championship against Southwell University!”

“I’m in a job right now. I’m punished. Surely dad won’t let me get outta here.”

“Using phone while working? I thought it is not allowed here.” Raff said in my back. I turned to him and closed my eyes because he wears his boxers only.

“Kyen, who was it?” asked Lulu.

“I’ll talk to you later. Bye!” I ended it. “You don’t care. It’s our resort and you don’t have the right to ask me what to do. And please put your pants on, you totally gross.”

“Yes I have. You’re my maid. And why are you telling me what to do? You’re just my maid.” He said as he was drying his hair with his towel.

“I’m not!”

“Then why are you here, helping me out?”

“I’m just punished and it’s out of your business.”

“It’s the same, you are punished and you became my maid.”

“Stop it!” I threw a pillow at him and I hit his face. I was shocked. I totally was out of my control. Jeepers, he’ll probably destroy me. I ran towards the door but he got me.

“Hands off me!” I bit his arm and got away.

“Kyen! You’re still not done with your work here! It’s still messy! I’ll tell your dad!” He shouted from the inside.

No way. He’s gonna tell dad. Dad will probably punish me again. No, no, no. I need to talk to mom. She might help me, but surely, she might be agreeing with dad too. I really have to deal with this slug. And I can’t stand the way he treats me. I really can’t.

I took the elevator and went to Frank to ask where dad is.

“Oh, he went home with your mom.”

“Frank, can you help me get out of this punishment?” I asked him.

“I’d like to but I can’t it’s your dad’s order and I have to do what he says.” He answered me.

I’m doomed.

 “Miss Kyen, Mr. Raff left a message. He needs you to clean out his room he’ll be gone for a while. He wanted it to be clean.” The counter girl said.

“Got it, and tell him never come back.” I replied.

Clean? I don’t know how to do it. It’s already 10:00am. I already missed the game. I’m really sorry Kirby. This slug had put me to this. He’ll need to pay for this.

I slowly opened the door and sneak inside. No one’s here. Right time. I looked around. It’s already cleaned up. And it’s time for me to have my vengeance. I found his clothes in his bed. I’ve heard that there’s a party here tonight.

“Maybe this is what you’re planning to wear later huh?” I uttered to myself. “Then have it tore up.” I found a displayed scissors near the TV. I sheared his polo into pieces. “You’ll be in shame later. Let’s see who’s gonna weep.” I talked to myself.

“What are you doing?!” a voice filled the room. It’s Raff. I know it’s him. I’m in trouble again. Holy cow! Why does this slug always put me into trouble? I hate this!

I stood up. “I’m tearing your clothes apart.” I said.

“What’s wrong with you?!” he said, walking closer to me, until it is only 5 inches gap between us.

“I’m just gonna buy you a new one. Please don’t freak out.” I said to him. I faked a smile and pushed him down to the bed. And I ran to the door and closed it.

“Ouch! I’m cut with this scissors! Kyen! Help!” he cried. Oh my God! I might murder him. I got to check him if he is dead already. I opened the door and rushed inside. I went to his bed to confirm if he’s dead. But I saw nothing. No blood, no Raff lying dead. I was fooled.

“Gotcha!” he shouted behind me knocking me down the bed. “You’re not getting away this time.” He said while his holding a pillow. “’This day you’ll suffer from the pain you’ve caused to me.” I tried to hoist but it was too late. “Sandwich!” he screamed and he jumped to my back.

He landed on my back and I was pressed between him and the bed.

“I can’t breathe! Stop!” I cried.

“Really you can’t?” he mocked.

“Get off me!” I screamed.

“Say sorry for all you’ve done in a sincere way.” He insisted.

“Not in a million years.” I said.

“Okay, I won’t budge.”

“Raff! You’ll kill me!” I wailed.

“I don’t care.” He said.

I don’t care? What if I play dead? Will you not care? Let’s see. I stopped moving and stopped telling him to move. I just lay flatly. No movements to be noticed.

“You’re a hard-headed creature, eh?” he muttered and I didn’t respond. After a couple of seconds he started to panic.

“Hey, why aren’t you answering me?” he got off on my back and I still played dead.

“Kyen?” he shakes me. “Kyen, wake up!” I didn’t respond. I opened my eyes and saw his face inch away from me. He saw me awake and we made an eye contact. That was the very awkward moment in my life ever. He was trying to revive me through mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, that’s when I slapped him.

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