May FOREVER ba sa NEW YORK?

CHAPTER 12: Life in Walters Mansion

Sorry for the late update. The reason...MIGRAINE...

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HONESTY'S POV

"I need this job, pero kingina naman kasi yung mga conditions mo eh," I yelled at him.

I suddenly covered my mouth with my hands. Then I said, "Oh My Goodness, I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to yell at you. Please forgive me," I was actually begging for his forgiveness. Kasi naman kailangan ko ng trabaho at yung bunganga ko hindi matigil tigil. "Hindi naman ata niya naintindihan yung last na mga sinabi ko eh," I muttered loudly.

"Naiintindihan ko," he gave her a sinister smile and she felt chills quickly went down her smile.

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"Nakakaintindi ka ng Tagalog?," I asked him with my mouth wide open.

"Yes! I could speak Tagalog because my father is a Filipino. Actually, I was born in Laguna, however, I grew up here in the States," he explained while still looking at me with a sinister smile on his face.

"What's with your smile ah? Saka nakakaintindi ka pala ng Tagalog, baket nagsasalita ka pa rin sa English. Mag-tagalog ka na lang kaya. Dinudugo na ilong ko sa kakaEnglish eh. Kaya pala yung butler mo Pinoy. Akalain mo yan, isa sa pinakamayaman dito sa New York eh marunong mag-tagalog. Ang saya saya lang talaga. At least, kababayan pala kita, tapos hindi na ako mahihirapan magcommunicate. Tapos sigurado hindi rin ako mahihirapan sa pagluluto kasi I'm sure sanay ka sa lutong Pinoy db?," I just continued talking and talking then I rolled my eyes at him.

"Madaldal ka pala. Hmmmm, sa lahat ng ayoko ay madaldal at maingay. I want my place to be free from noise or any kind of noise pollution. I speak Tagalog only to those who understood the language," he said while walking towards his couch and then he sat still his eyes on me. His sinister smile disappeared.

"Going back to the conditions, Ms. Mendoza, are you gonna take them or leave them? So, I presumed that you needed this job desperately. I just don't understand why you need this kind of job," he was saying while eyeing me from head to foot.

"Please, Sir Rosales. Please accept me as your new housekeeper. Sige po, pumapayag napo ako sa mga conditions mo. Pero magpapaalam po muna ako sa beshie ko sa apartment. Saka sana naman bigyan mo ako ng day off para naman po mavisit ko yung beshie ko," I explained to him while clasping my both hands as if I was begging for a candy.

"I'll give you time today to get all your things in your apartment and tell your beshies...or whatever... that you will be staying here at Walters Mansions. I will allow her to visit you once in a while. Since, you will be my personal housekeeper, you will follow the rules that I want. You will be in-charge of my room, my bathroom, my office, my clothes and suits to be particular, then anything that I need you to do for me. My butler will be in-charge of my food. I want everything to be neat and clean. Is it understood, Ms. Mendoza?," he made himself clear. His eyes were fixed in me. I felt a shiver down my spine, while looking at those brown orbs. It seemed that his gaze was getting inside my body. I felt something inside that I couldn't explain.

"Yes, Sir Rosales. Huwag ka pong mag-alala gagawin ko po ng maayos ang trabaho ko. Pero sana po hindi housekeeper ang kinuha mo po kundi PA," I uttered.

"Nagrereklamo ka ba Ms. Mendoza? I thought everything was clear?", he raised his left eyebrow?

"Ahmmm, opo, clear na clear po....crystal clear po Sir Rosales, hehe," I immediately answered.