Suit And Tie (BL) Book 1 (rewritten)

Chapter 1

Mikaeel 

"Are you kidding me?" gulat na gulat kong tanong kay Maxim ng sabihin niya sa akin na isa akong maid waiter sa maid cafe na itatayo niya sa Festival na gaganapin sa Stanford High School for boys school ito means you can all boys. Not that I'll mind if everyone is actually a boy. 

Inayos nito ang salamin niya sa mata at saka tuwid na tumingin sa akin. His two amber eyes bore into mine and as if he's daring me to say no and then I'll be sorry if I'm going to say it.

"You look like a girl though. There will never be a problem. At saka isang araw lang naman ito. Pumayag ka na Mikaeel at saka wala ka namang gagastusin e. Lahat sagot ng club and besides, nobody will know that it was you,"

I heave a sigh. Maxim's adamant about me being a maid. Every year, SH celebrates Festivals like this. We called it the SH Charity Festival. Every penny we earn goes to our chosen and sponsored charity. And of course Maxim chose a home for the Aged who were abandoned by their families leaving them all alone and getting old. If it wasn't for the said charity, I'd decline the job.

"Are you sure about that? I don't like the idea of being bullied."

"Oo naman. Trust me and besides we're not even famous to begin with. We are just an average joe."

He assured me.

"Okay."

So yes. Napa-oo na rin ako. Bukod kasi sa classmate ko si Maxim, kasama ko rin ito sa part time job tuwing Sabado at Linggo sa isang kilalang resto malapit lang sa aming dorm. He was like kinda best friend for me. And he's my roommate as well.

Pareho OFW ang magulang niya na nasa Italy at ako naman ay pinag-aaral lang ng tiyuhin kong Americano, kapatid ni Papa kung kaya sa dorm kami tumutuloy.

Isa akong fil-american at isang secondary student senior high dito. Isa akong scholar ng school at hindi sa nagmamayabang, may utak din naman ako kaya kahit papano, it helps me a lot to get through my education life. May monthly pension naman akong natatanggap mula sa America dahil american citizen ako bukod pa sa allowance na pinapadala ni Uncle Smith sa akin. May mga business kasi sila ni papa noon na lumago ng lumago na kanyang mina-manage. And some, well I don't know really. Papa never told me that business. Hindi naman ako nangulit. I trusted Papa more than anyone else.

Kami na lang kasi dalawa ang natitira. At itinuturing niya akong anak. Ngunit si uncle ay kasali sa LGBT at ngayon ay may asawa na ito na nasa Army. They really wanted me to adopt pero sinabi ko na bisita-bisitahin ko sila sa America every vacation. Is not that I don't like having a new  parents, I just want to be independent. 

"Good morning son," sumalubong sa video via video calling application ang mukha ni Daddy Smith katabi si Papa Tyler.

I yawned and smiled at them.

"Good evening Papa and Daddy," bati ko sa kanila habang bumabangon pa lang. 

"Are you coming this Christmas? Your Daddy booked us tickets to Paris to spend our Christmas's eve there," excited na sabi ni Papa Tyler.

"Really? I definitely will come Papa!" biglang na-excite ako sa sinabi niya.

Paris? Like Paris!? Pangarap ko lang iyon puntahan. Dati kasi noong nabubuhay sila mama at papa ay plano na talaga namin iyong puntahan. Ngunit hindi lang ito natuloy noong nakasama sila sa isang airplane crash. Pareho silang namatay sa accident na iyon when I was eleven.

"Have you decided to come and study here? Your papa and I are both missing you Mika," sabi naman ni Daddy, pouting. He's a little bit soft and emotional kaya naman hindi ko mapigilan ang ngumiti though I don't like being called Mika. It kinda sounded weird and girly.