MARRIED TO A MISANDRIST

NIGHTMARE

≈ GONZÀLEZ'S MANSION ≈

"What?!!!" Miguel shouted, standing abruptly.

"What the heck are you saying dad?? Betrothed?? Getting married?? Really??" He questioned with wide eyes.

"Yes Miguel, you're getting married, in a matter of days." Martinéz said.

"Play dad... This is a play dad, you ain't serious... There's no way I'm getting married, I ain't getting married, period." He say vehemently.

"That's not for you to decide." His dad said.

"You can't force me against my will... I'm an adult for heaven's sake." He whined.

"Exactly Miguel... The more reason you should settle down." His mom said.

"Really mom... I thought I was your baby... Are you tired of me already." He whined.

"Baby?? Old man like you... A baby. Stop fooling yourself already." David said coming down the stairs.

"I've told you countless times to always stay clear of my business... Must you always interrupt me over and over and over again." He warned.

"I wish to but you just keep spouting nonsense... Tsk... Senseless playboy." David muttered.

"What did you say?" Miguel asked, his eyes grew red in anger but David cared less.

"Are you deaf as well?? Or are you pretending to be." He asked as he sat beside his mom, crossing his short legs which didn't reach the floor.

"How dare you??" He made to slap him but his mom shielded him.

"Miguel!"

"Didn't you hear him mom... He called me senseless, deaf, nonsense... I should really teach this kiddo a lesson." He said and made to slap again but his mom slapped his hands instead, not hurtful tho... A playful slap... If it is to be classified.

"Mom." He whined, staring at David who was making funny faces at him... He stuck at his tongue, giggling.

Miguel felt like strangling him, last born are pest and he could attest to that... Just when he thought that he would be free from last born's trouble, his mom decided to birth this cunning little devil, this pest, fifteen years after... So frustrating.

"I'll kîll you someday... Trust me." He said.

"You've threaten me so much that I'm no longer scared of your threat." He smirked.

"So we were saying Miguel." Martinéz interrupted.

"Seriously dad, you let this pest taunt me without saying anything, seriously..." He retorted.

"Oh please Miguel... We both know that you were using that to cut short this conversation." Martinéz replied.

"F*ck this discussion. F*ck you, f*ck everyone... I'm never getting married. So you all f*ck off!" He yelled.

"Tsk... Playboy and fork... Thank God I got one with me." David said before walking up to him.

He held Miguel's trouser. " What are you doing little devil??" He asked.

"Shush playboy... I'm giving you your constant demand." David said, placing a fork in his pant pocket.

"Seriously!" He whined and his parents couldn't help but laugh.

Who sent this kid to him?? He thought as he felt like crying... This kid is driving him crazy.

"Here you go..." David giggled, staring at fork, which eating spot is in view.