This is not a happy ending

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

Aaron

*knock knock*

"Sir Aaron, pinapatawag po kayo ng daddy nyo sa office nya."

Take note, I'm currently at home. Not in an office nor at work. My dad got his own office room in our house. He's workaholic. In the superlative degree.

I went to check my dad na. Of course, I knocked first on the door before entering. I grew up with people teaching me a lot of DOs and DON’Ts so I'm supposed to know this simple sign of courtesy. "Dad, you called me daw?"

My dad's in his 40s. Nearing 50? And just like any other rich families, I have a dad who prioritizes work the most. Well, since the day my mom died. That was way back when I was still a kid.

"Yeah. Since it's been a while since you've went home from France and wala ka namang ginagawa, go to our company tomorrow. I'll be flying to London tonight and you know how important my work is. I think now's the time to use all of the things you've studied, huh?"

Great! Why didn't I already get used to it? My life since I was a kid was to study hard for my future position in my dad's company. Aaron, get a grip of that truth.

"Yeah. Okay. I will." I sighed.

"Ipapabigay ko na lang ung schedule mo and everything that you'll need in your room."

"Okay." That's what I always answer my father with. Okay here. Okay there. I'm such a very obedient child, I know.

“Dad, I also want to get my own condo.”

He just stared at me for a minute. “Ayaw mo akong makasama huh?”

“No. It’s not that. I just---“

“Okay. Fine. I’ll find you one.” He said and he got back in doing his business.

I started to walk away na when I heard him say something again. "And Aaron, start using Tagalog now. Please. You're in the Philippines na. Matuto ka na."

Huh? Speak for himself! Geez! As if he’s speaking purely of Filipino naman. "Yeah yeah. I'll try."

"Don't just try. Do it."

I stormed out of the room. I hate it when my father always tells that to me. 'Cause really... I know it's the big damn truth. Don't just try. Do it.

Yeah yeah wait. Kakasabi lang ni dad na mag-Tagalog, fine. Marunong naman talaga akong mag-Tagalog. I understand the language clearly. I just don't want to use it. Ikaw ba naman tumira sa France ng 10 years, who wouldn't do the same as I am? Either French or English lang naman ang language dun. Alangan namang may Tagalog dun diba?