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 gave him a nod and got straight to my job. In no time, I had the Adobo cooked and served to perfection. After all, I'm more than just a chef—I am also the owner of this restaurant. 

"Boss, may tawag po para sa inyo raw." napatigil ako sa paghahanda ng niluto
nang marinig ang boses ng manager ko.

"Uhm, ako na pong bahala dito, Chef Boss. Baka importante 'yung tawag," Madison said, one of the chefs also.

I smiled and nodded. "Thanks,"

Tinanggal ko na ang apron ko tsaka ako lumabas. My forehead knotted habang iniisip kung sino ang tumatawag. As far as I remember kasi I have no appointments today or meetings. I sigh and shook my head. Pumunta na lang ako sa aking office sa second floor tsaka sinagot ang tawag mula sa telepono.

"Hello, good day. This is Echo Monterrey speaking. How may I help you?" I formally said.

["Cut the formality, idiot."] Agad akong napasinghal nang malaman kung sino ang nasa kabilang linya. Psh, akala ko kung sino na, siya lang pala.

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

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

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

Zianna is the mother of her three year old daughter named Zanielle. Zane for short. How ironic nga e, parang dati lang—napakapasaway niya sa school.

*Ding-dong*

"Oh, fuck! Thank goodness you're here! Come in!" frustrated na sabi nito nang bumukas ang pinto. Mabilis niya akong hinila sa papasok sa loob ng kanilang bahay. 

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

"Baby, your Tito is here!" sambit nito. Lumiwanag naman ang mukha ni Zane nang makita ako at dali-dali itong tumakbo papunta sa akin. 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 Zia 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.