GETTING TO KNOW MS. ANGER | MaColet

04 DEFIANCE

YVES

I woke up feeling like I was floating on a cloud—sobrang saya ko today, and I couldn't even explain why. For some reason, there was an excitement bubbling inside me, urging me to get ready for the day.

Feeling ko kahit tambakan ako ng madaming activities, I wouldn't complain—charr, baka naman magkatotoo.

"Mam Yves, breakfast is ready na po!" sigaw ng isa sa mga katulong namin.

Masaya akong bumaba, binati ko pa yung mga nakasalubong kong maids, tapos dumiretso ako sa long table kung saan nandoon ang parents ko.

"Good morning, Mom, Dad," I greeted them with a bright smile, sliding into the seat opposite my mom, while my dad sat at the head of the table, his attention fixed on his laptop.

"Where were you last night?" my father asked in his usual authoritative tone, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. He was dressed in his business attire, every inch of him radiating power and control.

My heart skipped a beat as I gulped, trying to keep my voice steady. "Uh... I was with Jho—"

Before I could finish, he slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing in the room. His eyes were blazing with anger as he looked at me, the intensity of his gaze almost making me shrink in my seat.

"You were in the bar last night! 'Yan ba ang tinuturo sa'yo ng mga kaibigan mo?" His voice was harsh, filled with disappointment as he pointed an accusing finger at me.

"Dad, it's just—" I tried to explain, but he cut me off sharply.

"This is the last time na malalaman kong pupunta ka doon dahil kukunin ko ang kotse mo at school-bahay ka na lang. Understand?" His voice was full of warning, and I knew he meant every word.

Tumango lang ako at yumuko.

"I didn't hear you, Yves," he demanded, his voice rising.

"Yes, Dad, I understand po," I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.

With a final glare, he stormed out of the dining room, leaving me and Mom in tense silence.

I hadn't even realized I was crying until I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. Quickly, I wiped them away, not wanting to show any more weakness.

"Anak, your dad is just being protective, kaya niya nasasabi—" Mom started, her voice gentle, trying to soothe the sting of Dad's harsh words.

"I'll take a bath lang po," I cut her off, my voice trembling as I stood up and hurriedly left the table, running up to the sanctuary of my room.

As I entered my room, I let out a shaky breath, sliding down the door until I was sitting on the floor, my back pressed against the cool wood. The weight of everything suddenly crashed down on me, making it hard to breathe.

'He was being protective?' Yeah, right. More like he’s scared—scared that something might happen to me, dahil alam niyang ako ang tanging kabayaran para muling maiahon ang kumpanya namin.

Gusto kong magalit pero paano?

I couldn’t even fight for the course I wanted, nararamdaman ko pa kaya?

It was like I was a puppet, with Dad holding the strings, controlling my every move, every decision.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, and before I knew it, I was sobbing. Then, amidst the blur of my emotions, a voice echoed in my mind—

“Stand on your own ground” I whispered, my voice shaking as I repeated the words Anger had once told me.

She was right. From this moment on, every choice I make will be mine and mine alone. No more strings. No more control.