Crazy in love with the little devil

Fancy 10

Fancy POV

I'm kalalabas lang sa room ko when my maid make lapit to me.

"Mam Fancy, and'yan po ang Papa niyo. Kakarating lang po galing Greece. Pinapasabi niya po na nasa library lang siya kung gusto niyo siyang makausap."

Tumango lang ako to her. My father is here na. He knows naman what's my kailangan, e. You know, I'm super duper magandang makulit so I called him many times when I got back here in the Philippines because I have lot of discussion to make to him. Err, a busy pretty girl, me.

I am rumampa papunta sa library. There is a private office din kasi si Papa.

When I got here at the front of the library's door, I'm huminga muna ng deep. Syempre, I will talk to my father. Like err! He hates my language kasi.

I knocked at the door and make it bukas. I saw my Papa busy at his mesa. Signing papers, I think? Or book signing? Wait, my father is a writer? Oh. I'm exaggerating. I was just kidding.

"Hi, Papa!" Ngumiti ako to him with super lapad na smile. Like malapad pa sa noo ni Jimmy Neutron.

He's nag-angat ng tingin and he automatically smiled when he saw me. Iba talaga kapag pretty.

"Fancy, anak. How are you? How's my unica ija? How's the vacation? How's your stay here in the Philippines after.."

"Wait, wait, Papa. You're unli ba? Like, omygollycow! Your questions are sunod sunod. I'm nahihilo na. One, oh one lang."

He stood up then sat on sofa. "Anak, can't you...you know, your tongue. Why is it like that? You speak like a..."

I arched my eyebrow. "Papa, speak like what? I'm a princess. Don't make api nga mga tongue. So you were thinking that it is baluktot? No, Papa. It's super tuwid. Rebonded."

His face is sumeryoso. Sometimes, Papa is scary, specially when he's seryoso.

"Fancy Jewel."

"What, Papa? I'm serious. You think, I'm making biro lang? My tongue is really tuwid. You want to see?" I rolled my eyes and looked at other things here in library.

I don't want to rolled my eyes at my father. Baka he would dukot my eyeballs. So eewww and it's so hurts!

"Saan ka ba nagmanang bata ka? Hindi naman ganyan magsalita ang mga Kuya mo."

"Papa, imagine Reid and Patrick talking like this. So gay. So...hahaha!" I'm natawa kasi, kahit you, you can't imagine my two brothers speaking like this or using my Fancy language.

He's huminga ng malalim and still, his mukha is so serious.

"So, what are your plans?"

Oh, he's starting a real discussion.

"Like what I've told you before, I want to have my own clothing line here in the Philippines. Tatak Fancy Jewel. So, para masimulan siya, I need my own fashion boutique. I need money and puhunan like that. Maybe you could give me." I'm nag-pout pa para magpa-cute. Syempre. I am the bunso of the family. My father can't say no to me.

"Are you sure you're into business? I know you, Fancy Jewel. Elementary, highschool and college days, masyado kang naging maloko nuon. Puro kalokohan ang ginagawa mo. You were never serious on having a business. Kaya nga galit na galit ka sa akin no'ng sabihin ko sa 'yong ang kunin mong kurso ay Business Management."

I can't stop myself na iikot ang eyeballs ko. Papa is so judgemental talaga. Maybe I would sunog his closet mamaya.

"Papa. That was before. This is the new me. Kaya nga I'm nag-aral sa abroad about fashion, e. You're so judgemental. It hurts sa puso."