The Bad-tempered Series 5: THE INTRIGUING LOVE

♛❤ Chapter 6❤♛

♛❤ Chapter 6❤♛

Yzylla:

It didn't surprise me when papa Blaire paid a visit in my office the next day. He was standing right next to my swivel chair facing the outside.

Nakapamulsa ito at saka humarap sa'kin. His aging lines were visible but he still got that powerful aura than before—tumanda lang si papa but he was still Blaire-Ademar-the-great.

"Papa." Lumapit ako at nagmano. "Have a seat, please." Sumunod naman ito saka serysong tinitigan ako.

I just finished from our weekly conference meeting and was about to call my private agent to dig off something. Well, of course for what happened last night. Guess, that could wait though.

"How's your arm?" Sa lahat ng ayaw nito noong mga bata pa kaming apat—ay yung masugatan kami—even if it was just a mere scratch.

He loathed it. At bakas ito ngayon sa mga mata ni papa. Well, I was the youngest among the four. And yet I didn't want to be treated like I couldn't protect myself.

"Papa, I'm fine and my bodyguard, too. Don't worry too much about my state—you know I can handle this." I assured to him in a more firm tone. Tumayo ito ulit at bumuntong-hininga. I was not a hard-headed son—unlike Yliam and Yden. I was just closely resembled to papa's attitude in his younger years.

Just the attitude but the temper? I do have it pero hindi kasing sama ng kay Yden at Yliam.

"I have requested a new bodyguard for you since Warren couldn't do his job." What?! Nagtagis ang mga bagang ko ngayon upon hearing what he had said. As if—I couldn't do it myself!

I was thinking about that—pero naunahan na naman ako ni papa. Hayst! Sumakit ang ulo ko.

"But papa—I can handle it. Besides, I have my reserved men." I was feeling frustrated, too obvious, damn yes!

"A special force that could kill for you, Yzylla. No but's, son. We'll meet your new bodyguard today." Another silent 'what the f**k' uttered in the air saka ako tumayo at tumalikod kay papa. I uttered curses silently!

"And don't you curse your father, Yzylla!" Dumagundong ang boses ni papa Blaire and I raised my hand in the air. Much as I wanted to scream like that—yet I have to refrain. He's my father for Pete's sake!

"I'm sorry, alright? Pero I can handle this." Mariing kong sabi. Ba't ba hindi niya maintindihan? Ayst! I know he was just concerned—I thanked my father for always being the best dad in the planet but—can he just let me grow up this time?

Sa'ming tatlo—ako lang naman ang mahilig pakialaman ni papa Blaire. He didn't do this with Yliam nor with Yden!

Yeah, right?

Coz I'm the youngest pretty boy!

But I disliked it—like, completely. Ayoko.

"Just let me intrude this time—I want you to be safe. Gusto mo ba akong mamatay bigla dahil sa'yo?" Bumalik ang mga mata ko kay papa saka kumurapkurap ako ng ilang beses. Why would I wanted that to happen? Ayst! May pakonsensya pa siyang nalalaman—this old man.

"Yeah, yeah. When will he be coming?" Wala na—I surrendered. Sino ba naman ako kontra sa kaniya—sa papa Blaire? Tsk! I saw him smile on the corner of his lips—as if he really won something.

"Today, an hour perhaps." Maikling sagot ni papa saka ako nahahapong naupo ulit. E, ano pa ba ang magagawa ko?

Let's see how wicked this new guy is!

***

Ross:

Manang Linda deliciously cooked Pinoy viands for me. I was supposed to enjoy all these home-made breakfast menus when I was interrupted by a call coming from General Clydel, my boss. At siguradong trabaho ito—haven't he vowed the last time na pang-huli ko ng misyon iyon sa Afghanistan at pagkatapos ay mag-e-enjoy muna ako sa bakasyon ko dito sa Pinas?

"You promised me Gen. Clydel." Sabi ko sa kabilang linya kahit pa man ay wala pa itong sinasabi. At kahit pa mataas ang posisyon nito—I wanted him to know that I was not happy receiving his call.

Lumabas ako at lumanghap ng sariwang hangin sa malawak na harden namin sa likuran.

"I know, I know, Cpt. Zharte and I am really sorry. This mission is coming from your country, Philippines." Dito sa Pilipinas? Sound interesting then.

May hardinero sa gilid ko at busy sa paglilinis ng mga tanim. I politely gestured him to stop his work and switch to another area.

"Please continue, sir." I was ready now to lend my ears and give this old man a shot—after all I don't want to be charged with subordination. Okay lang din sa'kin kung dito nga ang misyon sa bansa—at least, this shall be the first one in the country.

"Let's talk first about the offered compensation, Cpt. Zharte. They are looking for an elite special force to do the task in guarding this young billionaire. His father offered your service—1 million dollars." Nabingi ako sa halagang narinig ko. Why that much? "Protect his son at all cost. Until his wounded bodyguard could fully recover—you're mission is complete. Or if you wished to extend, it would be yours to decide." He added. I was silent somehow but everything was clear.

I will become a 'lady bodyguard' to whoever this old man might be.

"Please send me an e-mail today, General. I want to read more about my client's identity and background." And the call ended. I breathe out—I thought I could seamlessly do my night hunting.

Gusto ko pa naman sanang kumustahin ang tatlong lalake kagabi.

I went back to the huge dining room and sat back on my chair. I hurriedly continued eating my breakfast saka ako pumanhik sa kwarto.

I opened my laptop.

General Clydel was fast. Na-send na niya ang file na hinihingi ko.

Yzylla Laire Ademar. I read.

Was it the name of my client? I pressed the file and open it. Gradually it loaded and also the image of a man wearing a gray business suit with his stern look.

"He's not an old man after all." I muttered silently as I was anticipating him to be an old man. I leaned my back on against my chair while studying his face.

Yzylla. Where did I see you? He was quiet familiar to me. Saan ba tayo nagkita, Ademar? My brain was scanning—but damn, wala akong maalala.

Siguro kamukha niya lang o ano.

Binasa ko ng tahimik ang personal information niya. Galing siya sa mga angkan ng mga bilyonaryong negosyanteng mag-asawa—the youngest among the siblings of four.

In his age, he had grown a wealthy business industry of Jewelry and hotels.

I frowned and thought. Did I attend one of the business parties that tito Condrado hosted before? I remembered I attended a business party of tito Condrado but that was too long ago.

His company was bomb threat months ago and now his bodyguard was shot.

Until now, wala silang alam sa may pakana kung sino? Well, no wonder they immediately contacted General Clydel. At kahit alam nito na nasa bakasyon ako—he really bugged me for this.

This meant three things—protect, search, and kill.

A new e-mail popped from the screen reminding me that the client was waiting at his company to meet me.

First day of my report, huh?

The f**k.