Hi! New thomara ff, as you can see. So since this is a fanfiction, mostly ng mababasa niyo, imbento ko lang haha. Especially the historical and political aspects found in this story, although some places are true, may mga flaws parin. Aminado akong di ako magaling sa history, pano pa kaya sa ibang bansa huehueue 😂 Ayun lang naman. I hope you enjoy :)
"HAHAHAHA!", I got on my car and drove swiftly away from home. Mama should really hire a better nanny. Someone younger perhaps. Para naman mahabol ako kahit papano. Haha!
*riiiing, riiiiing*
"Hallo mama! Goedemorgen!"
"Nothing is good about the morning. Where are you?"
"Mama! why zo serieus?"
"Don't go Dutch with me right now. Hindi ka pa kumakain, asan ka ba?!"
"Sa puso mo po! Hehe!"
"Jusmiyo! 'Di ako nakikipagbiruan dito, Victonara! Baka nakakalimut-"
"..an ko na may meeting tayo mamayang lunch kasama si Sir Bo-kalbo? Hinde po. AT OPO, babalik ako kaagad. Promise."
"You better. And stop calling him that. Ikaw bata ka, ang laki ng utang na loob mo dun. Pag narinig ka nun, naku bahala ka!"
"Haha! Whatever, ma! Bye, love you po!"
"Love you, too. Mag-ingat."
Hey! Before anything else, I'm Victonara Galang. Most of them call me Ara pero pwede ring Vic. We live here in Brussels, Belgium so of course, Dutch would be my mother tongue, then sa school nalang ako natuto mag-English. Pinoy si mama, Bettina Devos, kaya medyo natuto ako magtagalog pero I only learned after my dad's death, which was 5 years ago due to lung cancer. Valentino Devos is my dad, my bestfriend and the late king of Belgium. So technically, si mama ang queen and nakakailang man sabihin, . . . . . . . . . . pero I'm the princess of Belgium.
That's basically it.
Right now, papunta ako sa Ixelles Pond na favorite place ko sa Brussels. From the name itself, the place is open and actually looks like a park with a crystal clear pond starting in the middle, extending to God knows how far. I just really admire the simple yet sophisticated view- the pond, complimented by the bright green grass surrounding the place, birds resting by the benches waiting to be fed and the feeling of cold yet soothing breeze of the wind. I always drive by and stay there when I want to relax or just have some time for myself- away from all the mayhem in life.
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As soon as I got there, I went to my favorite spot which was a bit isolated from the areas that people would normally go to. There's a way to the other side of the pond, partially hidden by thick clusters of bushes and trees, and that's where I dare to stay. I lied down on the grass and took a deep breath, intaking the view and closed my eyes. It never fails to impress me. I love the peaceful aura which I could claim, is very me.
I'm a person who values privacy quite a lot. A lot. As a matter of fact, it went to an extent to which I asked my mom if I could just use Galang as my surname, instead of Devos. No, I don't have anything against my father nor do I have any intention of disrespecting him for doing so. I have my reasons. It's hard being watched from time to time. It's tiring to get bombarded with senseless and irrelevant questions when all you want is to buy yourself a drink or at least enjoy a bite from your sandwich. It's nerve-racking to be just yourself when everyone sees both sides of you and still has something to say. It's annoying when people dote on you as if they know what food's on your plate. It's stressing to keep up with the expectations of people and when you don't, you get a mouthful of fucks all around you. And it hurts when all you want is to talk to someone about it but you don't want to drag them into it 'cause either they're busy or dead, so the only option you have is to bring it all on yourself until you get sane again.
I've lived with that for 20 years and still counting... . . . . . but it's time to take a break from my world.
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It's 8 AM today, and in less than 24 hours I'll be flying my way to Manila! Sir Bo? He's my not-so-hairy "companion". He owns a travel and security agency, pinoy and a good friend of mama. Without him, I'd be damned here for good kaya malaki ang utang na loob ko sa kanya and the meeting later is for the final plans for my flight tomorrow. MY flight. Hindi "our". I'm 20, for God's sake. I wanted to go to Manila for so long. 15 na ako when I was introduced to the Filipino culture. We never really talked about it much especially nung buhay pa si papa. I don't know why. But anyway, what matters is at least ngayon, I'm almost able to see it 'di lang sa mga kwento ni mama, sa sarili ko nang mga mata.
