Call Me By My Name -Yoongi Rossi

Chapter 1

Call me by my name.

Cleo's POV

The heat of the sun's rays is very hot this morning. Mommy's funeral was just over and everyone went home.

Only me, Manang Lucille at ang aking Driver na si Kuya Alfon.
"Hija Tara na, kailangan na nating umuwi. Hinihintay na tayo ng iyong Uncle sa sasakyan." Napangiti ako kay Manang Lucille. Hinawakan ko ang kamay niya at tumayo na mula sa pagkakaupo sa mga damo kung saan inilibing ang aking Ina.

Habang nag-lalakad kami ay natatanaw ko sa loob ng nakubas na bintana ng aming sasakyan Si Uncle Yoongi Ashton Slate ang Twenty-Three Year old na asawa ng aking Ina. Ang aking Step Father.

Sampung taon ang tanda ni Mommy kay Uncle Yoongi dahil si Uncle ay Fifteen years old lang ng ikinasal kay Mommy na Twenty-five years old na noon. Upang maisalba ang Company ng aking Lolo ay napag pasyahan silang ikasal.

Samantalang ako si Cleotiara Zethelya Parsley ay Five years old pa lamang noon. Ako ay anak ni mama sa pagka dalaga. Ni isang buhok ng aking Totoong Ama ay wala akong balita o kaalaman.

Ngayon ay Thirteen Years old na ako at dito na Mag sisimula ang mga araw na kailangan kong sanayin ang Sarili kong wala na si Mommy.

Ako'y isa nang ulila at walang malapitan dahil walang maski isang yamang iniwan si Mommy para sa akin.

Nang maka-uwi na kami nila Uncle Yoongi sa Bahay ay agad akong Dumiretso sa aking kwarto upang mag pahinga.

hours passed and Six thirty na ng Hapon oras na para sa hapunan, hindi na muna ako tumayo at hinintay ko nalang si Manang Lucille na umakyat sa aking kuwarto.

Pero imbis na si Manang Lucille ang Umakyat ay si Uncle Yoongi ang Sumundo sa akin para sa Hapunan. "Cleo, Open the door. Our Dinner is ready." Sabi ni Uncle na inaaya nakong kumain.

I immediately stood up from my bed towards the door of my room. "Y-yes Uncle P-pababa na p-po." Sagot ko kay Uncle na tila kabado dahil nga minsan ko lamang syang makausap kaya namam ganito ang aking pag sasalita sa tuwing kaharap ko sya.

When I got to the kitchen to eat, Uncle immediately called me again. "Cleo," he turned to me when I sat down.

I swallowed. I've been living here in his mansion in Bacolod for almost three years, but he hasn't talked to me even once. Only now.

"Bakit Hindi mo ginagalaw ang pagkain mo, kumain kana ba?"

"H-hindi P-pa po U-uncle." I answered him with nervousness.

"Then let's eat together" Sabi nya habang tila seryoso padin ang kanyang Mukha.

He is not used to someone rejecting him. I did nothing but follow him to the dining table to eat with him.

if I wasn't afraid of his reaction if I rejected him, I might have already rejected him. Who would be able to eat in this situation? My Mother just died, though Here I am, facing a table full of delicious and expensive food.

Sa buong Pagkakataon ay nakatitig lang ako sa kanya.  His black eyebrows are still thick, his eyelashes are still long, his blue eyes are still very narrow. His face is still smooth and He has an aristocratic nose and his red and thin lips thst never smiling.

Bukas ang ilang pirasong butones ng kanyang kulay Gray long sleeve na polo na tinupi hanggang sa siko, He was wearing black pants and shoes and the watch he was wearing seemed to be expensive. Any emotion can be traced on his perfect face except coldness and seriousness, ilang beses na ring sinabi ni Mommy noong buhay pa siya ay baka raw ipinaglihi sa sama ng loob ang Lalaking ito.