The Maid's Secret

Chapter 4: The Real Beginning

4 Months later...

"Jenny! Ano ba?! Male-late na ako! Hindi pa ba luto 'yan?! For Pete's sake!" sigaw ng pagkabait-bait at pagkabuti-buti kong alaga. Pwe. Mabait at mabuti... maala-demonyo kamo.

Sino ba namang matinong tao ang magpapaluto ng steak kung kailan ilang minuto na lang bago ang roll call sa eskwelahan nila? Nakakapang-init ng ulo ang lalaking 'to. Umagang-umaga, pakiramdam ko makakasuntok ako nang wala sa oras.

Halimbawa na lang ay nitong kanina lang nang magising ako sa kakatalak niya. Kesyo ihanda raw iyan, asikasuhin ang ganito. It's as if all of the people here were hired to become his slaves! He can't even do the tiniest bit of work! Even picking up a candy wrapper! If he'll only be like that until he dies then I better cut his arms and legs off while it's still early. After all, it's been so long since I've used my dear blades. 

Or shall I just use the kitchen knives to cut them off? 

I've already prepared his favorite pancakes and yet he will ask for a steak? Goodness, gracious. Please give me more patience or else I will really put every method of killing him from my mind into reality.

Inihain ko na kaagad ang bagong lutuin sa harapan niya matapos kong ilagay ito sa plato mula sa lutuan. Medyo hinahabol ko pa ang hininga ko dahil dadalawang oras lang ang tulog ko at sunud-sunod pa ang mga utos niya. Pinilit kong magporma ng ngiti habang pinagsisilbihan siya para kahit papaano ay mapigilan ko ang paglabas ng mga sungay ko. 

"Get my bag. At the library," he ordered again the moment he was able to taste of my dish.

I almost roll my eyes in front of him if only I weren't able to look at the other direction. What happened to my self-declaration about teaching him a lesson? To discipline him?! 

Mabigat na mga paa akong nagtungo sa ikalawang palapag kung saan matatagpuan ang silid-aklatan. Nagmamadali akong umakyat ng hagdan dahil paniguradong pagsasaraduhan na naman siya ng gate nito. Even so, knowing Derek for four months, he will have his way on that. I'm sure of it.

Flashback.

On my first day of work as his personal mai— I mean, bodyguard, I went to observe him in his school. It's Angelica Vitreux International School. It is quite popular for its outstanding facilities that were inspired by international schools in the other countries. The professors are very well-mannered and considerate based on our agency's research network. However, what matters is that if the students are also the same as these professors. 

Wearing my golden Venetian mask and black veil, I watched over him from a tree. Maayos naman ang naging pagpasok niya. Tulad nga ng hinala ko, pinapasok pa rin siya kahit na ba taliwas sa regulasyon na pinapatupad ng eskwelahan ang suot at akto nito. I can't blame those guards. The AVIS is very concerned about their biggest donors. One example of that is Derek's father.