CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“W-Was that y-your s-son?” Sanzu stuttered while slowly grinning. Mikey was beside him and still looks shock because of Giovanni.
I sighed heavily and gulp the lump on my throat. They really needs to leave. This is being awkward every damn second!
“You... You all need to leave.” I stuttered.
“We don't wanna. What's his name again? Giovanni?”
I stared at Koko dangerously. “I don't want you calling my child by his first name.”
“Then what do you want us to call him? Piyo?” he striked again.
“Oh shut up and just leave or else I'll call the police! This is trespass—”
I wasn't able to continue my sentence when Takeomi cutted me off. “You seriously call this trespassing? Tch, you freaking said that we can come in.”
I consciously slap my forehead. “Damn...” I mumbled to myself.
Suddenly Mikey stood up. “Let's go. We're done here.” he spoke.
Yeah, fuck you.
They fastly walked out of our house but what shocked me the most was the fact that Sean and Piyo are fucking on their way again to our home.
“Oh god, the heavens really wanted them to meet each other.” I whispered to myself as I slowly walk behind them. I secretly hide around the bush to know what they're talking about.
Sean and Piyo still haven't entered our gate and Mikey's boys are still on the gate, I think they're waiting for Giovanni.
“Tch, why can't they just leave already?” I whispered again.
The bush where I'm hiding now isn't that far at the gate so I can clearly hear what they're talking about.
Suddenly Giovanni entered the gate full of sweat. Gosh my baby must be so tired, I still have to make his snack, tch!
He's holding a ball on his left hand while playing with it. Sean was beside him who's also sweaty.
All of a sudden, Piyo and Sean had their usual fist bump, Sean turned his back at my son and fastly walked at the Haitani's residence.
“Let's play again tomorrow Sean!” I heard Giovanni shouted.
“Yeah! Let's beat their asses tomorrow!” Sean shouted back.
Just when Giovanni was about to enter the gate, he gradually stop the moment he saw those bastards waiting for him.
“Hey little Sano.” I heard Sanzu spoke.
Little Sano? Siraulo ba siya?
“Who're you calling Sano, dickwad.”
Err! My son's really a badass! I don't even know where he knows those kind of stuffs.
Sanzu chuckled and leaned forward. “I'm talking to you, little—”
“You're useless, fuck off.” Giovanni cutted him off causing his acquaintances to laugh too.
Piyo ignored them and walked inside our house. When he walked out, he started watering the plants again before pulling out the small weeds on our garden.
I sighed heavily when Mikey and his men already left.
A small smile appeared from my lips. They really met already. I walked towards my son. “Giovanni?”
“Why mom?” he asked and stared at me.
“You know those men that came here awhile ago?”
He shook his head. “I don't. And I'm not interested to know them.”
Eh? Why is he so cold? Hmp!
“But one of them is your father.”
He tilted his head to see me. I gulp hard when he gave me a smirk. For a 14 years old teenager like him, he really act and talk like a 25 years old man.
“What did he say?” he asked.
I slowly shook my head. “N-Nothing important...”
“Then let's avoid him. He's not worth it.” he answered confidently.
I nodded before persuading him to go inside. He cooked our lunch. After eating we both watched movies. Instead of going to school he insist to stay at home to have some quality time with me.
“I'll attend my classes tomorrow, mom. We have a lot to tacle.” he said while munching some popcorn.
I smiled and spoke. “That's good. I don't want you being on the lowest of the class, Giovanni, okay?”
“I promise you, I won't be the last at the top list mom. In fact, the top students on our class are head over heels for me. I don't know why.” he confidently stated.
“Stop bragging Giovanni.”
“Just stating facts.”
We just talked some stupid things, same as the usual talks between a mother and her son. At 3 pm, I was shock to see a package hanging on the door knob.
“Piyo! Did you ordered Jamaican chicken? Your name's written on the package!” I shouted.
My son's currently on the shower area.
“I did not!” he screamed.
Huh? But it had his name on the box. Whatever. It's Giovanni's favorite. I reached for the package fastly and opened the package on the glass table.
When Piyo came out from the shower, he immediately reached for one of the Jamaican chicken and bit on it.
“This is the best mom...“ he mumbled.
I smiled and continued eating the chicken. “Indeed son! Come here, let's watch some horror movie, what do you want?”
He sat at the tiled floor while resting his back at the body of the couch. “Scream 2.”
I nodded. At the middle of the movie, we are still enjoying the chicken, we partnered it with cold cola and enjoyed the movie.
Having some quality time with your child is so hearthwelming. I always dreamed of this. But maybe, this small occasion would be so much great if he's with us.
“That's it? Why did he kill his girlfriend?”
“Plot twist things, son.” I answered.
I was just about to throw the box when my phone vibrated. It was an unregistered number.
When I opened the text message and read it, I was shocked.
From: +63956*******
Message: Did my son enjoyed his Jamaican Chicken? Hope he really did.
My grip to the phone tightened as I realized something. Mikey just fucking send us a large package of Jamaican Chicken. But the question here is, how the heck did he knew what Giovanni's favorite food is? That motherfucker...
