It Will End In A Kiss

Penthouse

(BLU)

Three days later

"What will happen to our house, Mr.delos Santos?" I asked the man who came back to pick me up this afternoon.

Today, I will leave the house where I grew up in to start living with my guardian, Mr.delos Santos' employer.

But before I can get into Mr.delos Santos' car, I had to take one last look at my home and wonder what will happen to it.

"Didn't the lawyer explained what will happen to the properties owned by your parents to you and to your aunt?" Mr.delos Santos asked back from across the car. He is already standing beside the driver's side while I am about to climb in from the passenger side of the car. My luggages are already placed at the trunk of the car.

I shook my head. "No. He didn't explain anything..."

"Oh dear," Mr.delos Santos winced in dismay. "That...lawyer won't do at all. I have to report this to my employer." Then he smiled at me. "Well, Master Blu...your house..."

"Wait...why are you suddenly calling me Master Blu?" That confuses me. "You called me Blu three days ago when we first met..."

"That's because I was not sure if you will join my employer's household. But now that it's confirmed that you will be living with us, then I should refer to you properly. You are Master Blu and I am your butler."

My eyes widened, "You are a butler? Do they still exist? Butlers?"

I heard of the term butler before. They were abundant back in the 18th and 19th century Europe. Working in rich households of lords and royalties. But we are in the 21st century already...are butlers still a thing?

Mr.delos Santos laughed. "Get inside the car, Master Blu. We need to go before it gets dark," he said.

I had no choice but to get into the car. I settled into the passenger seat and buckled my seatbelt. When Mr.delos Santos got into the driver's seat, I turned my face to him. "Please stop calling me Master Blu, Mr.delos Santos. I don't feel comfortable being addressed as such. Call me Blu. Just Blu..."

"Well just Blu...you can stop calling me Mr.delos Santos as well. Call me Gilbert or Mr.Gilbert or Butler Gilbert. I answer to any of those three names." Mr.delos Santos...I mean, Mr.Gilbert said.

"Mr.Gilbert then. Tell me, what will happen to our home?" I asked as he started to drive the car.

Our home is inside a subdivision where upper middle class family like mine lives. My parents bought that place after saving for years and lived there before I was born. I have spent all sixteen years of my life in that house.

"It will be maintained. It's under your name already. Once you turned eighteen, you can stay in that house again. When you get to your legal age, you can do what you want to your parents' legacy. Live there, sell it, whatever you want..." Mr.Gilbert explained.

"I see. So I only need to stay under my guardian's care for two years?" I asked.

Mr.Gilbert nodded. "One year, ten months and fifteen days to be precise."

"Ah yes, I celebrated my 16th birthday a month ago." I nodded. "So when I got to eighteen years, I can finally live on my own."

"Yes," Mr.Gilbert said. "But for now, you have to stay in a house with an adult. And that adult is your guardian. My employer."