Nothing more, nothing less

Prologue

TRIGGER WARNING:

This story contains vulgar words, bullying, violence and emotional pain that will cause your heart broken.

DISCLAIMER:

This work is fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are just the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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-PROLOGUE-

          "BOSS CHEF! Isang Adobo daw po." I nodded to him and immediately did my job. I cook Adobo and serve it well after a minute. After all... I'm their Chef as well as the owner of this restaurant.

"Boss, May tawag para sa inyo raw." napatigil ako sa pagluluto dahil doon.

"Ako na pong bahala dito, chef." I smiled and nodded to her.

Tinanggal ko na ang apron ko at lumabas. Pumunta ako sa office ko sa second floor tsaka sinagot ang tawag sa telepono.

"Hello, good day, this is Echo Monterrey speaking, how can I help you?" I formally said.

"Cut the formality, idiot." Agad akong napasinghal ng malaman kung sino ang nasa kabilang linya.

"Oh? Napatawag ka?" tanong ko at inayos ang suot habang nakatingin sa salamin na nasa harap.

"Can you come here? My daughter wants something that I can't even cook! Goodness!" napangiwi naman ako sa sinabi niya. Well, Zianna always be, Zianna.

Napa-iling na lang ako. "Okay. I will come in a minute." sambit ko at binaba ang tawag.

Zianna is the mother of her 3 year old daughter named Zanielle. Zane for short.

*Ding dong*

"Oh, fuck! Thank goodness you're here! Come in!" frustrated na sabi nito ng bumukas ang pinto. Mabilis niyang hinila ako sa papasok sa loob.

Geez. Hindi na 'to nagbago. She is still the same warfreak and trouble maker Zianna. I sighed.

"Baby, your Tito is here!" sambit nito. Lumiwanag naman ang mukha ni Zane ng makita ako at dali-dali itong tumakbo papunta sakin. I smiled at sinalubong ko ang yakap nito.

"Tito! Can you cook for me? Mommy is bad at cooking, I hate her dishes!" I burst into laughter after hearing those words. Shuta! Manang manang sa ina ang ugali. Tsk.

"You little wench! I'm your mother!" inis na sambit ni Zianna kaya lalo akong napatawa.

"Yeah, right." bored na sabi ng anak niya. I cleared my throat and composed myself dahil malapit ng sumabog sa inis si Zia.

"Dimwit! You dare to damn---"

"Language, Zianna." I uttered. She stopped for a moment. Ilang saglit ay umirap ito sakin bago mag-walk out.

"Hahaha! Mommy is so pikunin." tawang-tawang sabi ni Zane kaya napangiti ako at tumango-tango. Sobra, parang ikaw, mag-ina nga kayo ng nanay mo, Zane. Taob talaga ang angas ni Zianna sa anak niya.