Tasha's POV
"Manang!"
"Bakit po?"My gosh. Umagang umaga, nababadtrip ako.
"Hindi ba't sinabi kong gisingin ako nang maaga?!"
"Sorry po, Miss Tasha. Sabi po kasi ni Madam, pagpahingahin kayo."
"Paano ako makakasama sa mga kaibigan ko niyan?! Ha?!" Ugh. I'm so frustrated.
"Sorry po, Miss Tasha,"
"Get out." I coldly said.
"Pinapatawag ka po ni Madam, Miss Tasha."
"Five minutes."
I fixed myself. I wore my white sunday dress. Then I went out. I went to the dining room. I've been living like this my whole life. Being surrounded by guards, being assisted by maids, unable to see my parents for a year or two. And so on.
I am known to be the spoiled, selfish,rude, rich brat of our family. And I don't care.
"Miss Tasha, pinapatawag po kayo ni Sir."
"For?"
"Hindi ko po alam. Sorry po."
Beause it was of no use na makikipag-away pa ako, I just went straight to Dad's office.
"Tasha, anak, how have you been?"
"Fine." Maikli kong sagot.
I've been used to it. Not talking to them. Being able to talk only to my sister.
"Will you not give me a welcome kiss, anak?"
I was a daddy's girl. We were so close. But ever since the company grew and grew, I set our closeness aside.
"Should I?" Tanong ko. Still not having any face expression.
I think he's used to it already. Me not wanting to hug him or even treat him as my father.
I don't know who's dead. The Tasha who's very obeying, cheerful and respectful or her Dad who always has the time.
"Would you like to eat something?"
"No thanks." I answered shortly, again.
"Would you want to go some..."
"Stop acting like you want to spend time with me. God. You know you don't. You love your company more than you love your two daughters. Why are you acting so kind? Are you guilty?"
"That's not true. I love you and your sister."
"I have to go."
Lumabas na ako ng office. I hate that place. It's suffocating.