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9: interesting fact #DWTDwp
A/N: Sa hindi alam paano ipronounce ang name ni Pi, it's Pay (not Pey but pay) as in 3.14159265 and so on.
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I sulked on my room all day, feeling grumpy at the previous conversation I had with daddy and Uncle Flavio.
"Pi, you are my princess, do not try to harm yourself in anyway possible. Ayaw kong umalis ka na walang bantay na kasama, and you, meddling in our business and it harms you in the process might be the death of me," wika ni Daddy sa nagsusumamong tono. And as usual, may nakisawsaw na naman.
"Oo nga Pi, kayo lamang ni John ang kayamanan ng daddy mo, you should listen to him and let us handle this," satsat ni Uncle Flavio.
I want to roll my eyes but as much as possible, I don't want to look like I lack in manners in front of my dad kaya kahit kating-kati na akong pagbarilin sa mukha si Uncle ay nagpigil pa rin ako.
"Dad, you know I hate it when guards are following me around," I pouted. I know this will work on him. "And I just want to prove myself worthy of the name Bellomo. Gusto mo ba 'yon Daddy, ang anak mo nasa bahay lang walang ambag kundi ang magpakabrat? That is not good to hear."
"If it means your safety so be it."
Huh I want to shoot my daddy on his arms too, as long as it will not kill him. Tito Flavio can die though.
"Daddy--"
"Pi, makinig ka sa ama mo," sabat ulit ni Tito.
My dad sighed before cupping my cheek and kissed my head. "Go to your room Pi, I will think about this matter soon."
I cannot help but frown. Nakakainis! Sobrang nakakainis! Why do I have an uncle like Flavio? Pabida, sulsolero, inggitero at lahat ng hindi magandang description, nasa kanya!
And that means pangit siya. Kaya ko lang naman siya naging Tito dahil "brothers in bond not by blood" sila ni Daddy.
Like duh, I wouldn't believe that there's an ugly Bellomo like him. And when I found out he wasn't a Bellomo, it was a relief. Sa saya ko ay nagpakain ako sa mga bahay ampunan at childhouses noon.
Since I was a kid, I hate him so much.I would put chewed gum on his chair and imagine his anger whenever his new tux and pants got a gum stuck on it.
Or I'd put Cocaine's pee on his coffee. Cocaine is Shabu's mother, our dog before.
Or sometimes replaced his tea bag with Cocaine's dried poo. Ewwwy!
I was sixteen when I shoot his leg, almost on his knee, sayang nga eh, edi sana lumpo siya ngayon. Hay, if I could only turn back time!
