A Mafia's Obsession

CHAPTER 15

I woke up groggy when someone tapped my shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I saw Francisco.

"Finally, you're awake, sleepy head. We're at the airport, but first, we need to wait for my mom. She's buying water because she's thirsty, I don't want to leave her either." he said coldly. Was he always cold? I just nodded, remembering I didn't have a passport. I was about to ask him about it.

"How can we leave? I don't have a passport," I said. He turned to me, putting his phone in his pocket, crossing his arms, and raising an eyebrow. He was so grumpy.

Ang grumpy naman nitong lalaking 'to, daig pa babaeng buntis o may regla.

"Who says you need a passport? We have a private jet." My jaw dropped at what he said. Of course, they were rich.

"P-private jet?" I asked, incredulous. He just shook his head and took his phone.

What a grump. Was he raised on negativity?

I just searched for my phone. When I found it, I turned it on, and Alicia's messages flooded my screen.

Alicia: Ate Zy. asaan ka? Nag punta ako sa bahay niyo pero wala ka:(

Alicia: Ate miss na kita kailan ka uuwi?

Alicia: Alam mo ba Ate? Kuya Mateo shouted at me because hinahanap kita ang bad niya sakin:(

Alicia: May mali ba akong nagawa, Ate? ayaw mo na ba sa akin?

Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to reply to her, but I couldn't. Mateo yelled at her. I took a deep breath to stop the tears that threatened to fall.

"You miss them, that fast?" I looked around to see who he was talking to.

I pointed to myself and stared at him. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked, confused, pointing to myself. He sighed.

"There are only two of us here. Who do you expect me to be talking to? I'd be an idiot if I was talking to myself, right?" he said grumpily, making me frown.

"Why are you so grumpy with me? Hindi naman kita inaano, ang pangit mo," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. I moved a little away from him.

I was about to cry because I thought he didn't like me. I just started playing with my phone.

It didn't take long before Ma'am Mica arrived with food. But there was only one food I wanted to eat: chocolate.

"Ahm, ma'am. Can I have some chocolate?" I asked shyly. She turned to me and smiled, about to give it to me when someone snatched it. I turned to see Francisco.

"No, this is mine," he said rudely. My heart sank. He walked towards their so-called private jet. Tears welled up in my eyes because of that chocolate. Ma'am Mica noticed and panicked.

"Why, Ija? What's wrong? Do you feel sick? Why are you crying?" She asked. I cried even harder, making her even more worried.

"Why, why are you crying? tell me, my god I don't know what to do." napa hawak ito sa noo tinuro ko si Francisco na naka kunot noo itong naka tingin samin.

Suminghot ako, "Gusto ko po nung chocolate ayaw niya po ako bigyan," nanlaki ang mata nito sa sinabi ko.

"I will buy you chocolates. Just please stop crying," she said. So I stopped crying and nodded.

"Okay, po," I said. I saw Francisco get off the plane and walked towards me with a frown.

"Seriously, you cried just because I didn't give you chocolate? Are you a kid?" he asked irritably, making me roll my eyes.