His Mariposa (Camilo Madrigal x Filipina!Reader)

Chapter 39

"I still think Cora is too old to be going on dates. She's made herself a spinster and now she's looking for love? Hmp!", they heard Señora Jenna say.

"She must be trying to erase her regrets before the Lord takes her. I mean she even had Manolo try to court her when we were young but she refused!", another woman said. Señora Jenna replied with another remark, laughing at the chisme.

Y/N's head cocked to the side in disbelief. Her smile was replaced by a disbelieving frown.

"Aba? Iniwan niya'ng tindahan niya para sa chismsis?", She whispered to herself incredulously.

"Posa?", Camilo asked.

"Wait here", Y/N said, standing up to fix herself in front of a nearby mirror.

"What are you doing?", Camilo asked.

"I'm just going to talk to Señora Jenna", she said as she slipped her feet into her bakya.

"Posa, don't go crazy", Camilo said cautiously.

"Don't worry, Milo. I'm a polite customer", Y/N said, looking for something that was missing from her shoulders.

"Where's my- Oh, right", she said when she glanced at Milo's foot, still propped up on the shopping basket. Y/N sighed and fixed her hair clip.

"You gotta go now amiga, I only left the store for a quick cash exchange but you made me stay for the chisme", Señora Jenna giggled.

"May I remind you that you were the one who started the subject, but you are right, I have to go now amiga. See you later", the other lady said with a chuckle before leaving the shop.

Y/N inhaled a sharp breath.

Ohhh, she looked mad.. Camilo thought nervously.

"Posa, you really don't have to do anything", Camilo said.

"Hmp", Y/N scoffed, as she smoothed down her flyaways.

"Posa", Camilo hissed at her. She just ignored him and continued to fuss over herself.

"Posa!", Camilo hissed louder.

"I'll be right back", Y/N said with a quick smile, whipping out her fan, snapping it open and fanning herself delicately.

"No! Posa, get back here!", Camilo whispered but Y/N already left the aisle.

Camilo listened to the clack of Y/N shoes against the store's tiled floor as she strut towards the entrance.

"Señora?", Y/N called out, her voice, so polite and delicate that it was terrifying.

Ay Dios, Ayuda

"Mariposa? You're here? Where's Camilo? He's supposed to be looking after the shop. Tsk. Camilo?", Señora Jenna asked, a disappointed tone in her voice.

Camilo hung his head.

See? That's the tone he didn't want to hear. Disappointment. Señora Jenna gave him a task and he failed miserably and injured himself along the way.

Camilo wanted to make up to his mess up and tried to get up but moved his foot the wrong way, making the pain shoot up his leg again. He plopped back down, clutching his calf

"Camilo??", Señora Jenna called again, this time it sounded a lot like a command.

Camilo wanted to say something back but the pain in his foot was too much for him to speak properly.

"Camilo! Where are you, boy?", she said. Camilo groaned.

I'm here Señora, I'm sorry I disappointed you, he thought, trying not to sob, still clutching his leg.