The Millionaire's Slave

Part 6

ASH POV

"It's already five o' clock in a morning. I decided to go downstairs and prepared for breakfast."

"I open the fridge, looking for what I think is easy to cook."

"Oatmeal?"  "I utter"

"Too easy and effortless. What if pasta?"  "Said to myself"

"Alright! Pasta! Carbonara with tuna flakes."

"For people doesn't know how to cook pasta, Yes to GOOGLE ! ."

"How I wish it's perfect as what I already watched in the video. Seems the presentation is good, hopefully its taste as well."

"I admit, this wasn't far from perfect but almost! Feeling proud."

"Mukhang napuyat siya..."　sambit ko ng sulyapan ang kuwarto na aming tinulugan.

"I pulled a chair and sat while waiting my BOSS to wake up."

"Arturo Amorine posted on his timeline":  "Happy Twenty-fifth Birth Day Beatrixie. Dad will always be here for you and mom ..."

"Halos malaglag ako sa aking kinauupuan matapos mabasa ang post na iyon ni Dad. Napaka bilis ng kabog ng dibdib ko dahil sa nalaman. Nag hahalo-halong conclusion ang tumatakbo sa isip ko tungkol sa Beatrixie na 'yon."

"View comments"
: Happy for you Bea!
: Dream come true!
: are you with your dad? Really?
: O! How's life in abroad?

"This can't be true!"  I mutter.

"Isn't mom knows about it?"  Asking myself.

"Ang kapal talaga! Mga bastos!"  I exclaim as I threw my fist on top of the table"

"I was about to block my Dad's account when Austine commented on our dad's post."

Austine Amorine:  How I wish we could be happy as what you were feeling right now. Dad.

"Gising na siya? Kumusta kaya sila? Sana nandiyan ako para yakapin kayo..."   sambit ko sa aking sarili.

"Hinihintay ko ang reply ni Dad pero nung i-check ko ang post niya, wala na yung comment ni Austine. Hindi ko alam kung sino sa kanila ang nag delete. Pero isa lang ang sigurado sa mga oras na 'to... Na parehas kami ng kapatid ko ng narararamdaman. Galit at inggit."

"Natasha!"　tawag ni Spencer. Mukhang kanina pa siya gising dahil halatang bagong hilamos lang siya at medyo basa pa ang kaniyang brush-up na buhok.

"Spencer? Good morning." Walang gana kong sabi.

"Tumayo ako para ipag timpla siya ng kape. Wala naman ibang coffee dito kundi black coffee lang."

"What do you think you're doing?"  Seryoso niyang tanong saka naupo.

"Doing my job. Spencer." I replied.

"Job? So you mean, payag ka na?"   Taas kilay niyang tanong.

"Yes."   Tipid kong sagot saka naupo sa kaniyang tapat matapos siyang bigyan ng plate at coffee.

"Good."  He utter.

"Tumango lang ako saka sinimulan siyang sabayan sa pag kain."

"Coffee?"  He offer.

"I'm not in a mood for coffee. And I'm not a coffee lover. Never been a fan though."  I replied.

"What about milk?"  He questioned.