BDSM SOCIETY: Convicted To You

CHAPTER 9

"Ma'am, kanina pa po kayo hinihintay ng daddy niyo sa loob," natatarantang pahayag ng kasambahay namin pagkabukas ng gate.

Hindi na ako nagtanong pa dahil nang pumasok ako sa loob, I saw my baggage in the living room.

"Where have you been?" dad asked after he saw me entered.

I scoffed. Why asked the obvious? Alam naman na nila kung saan ako galing.

"Am I obliged to answer that?" I sarcastically inquired.

"Hari!" mom chided.

I lazily went to my baggage. "I am such a disappointment to our family, huh?" I stared at them coldly. "In order to maintain your family's reputation, you're willing to disown your own child." Mapanuya akong umismid.

"I already told you. If you keep on siding that criminal. I will disown you. Such a disgrace!"

"He's not a criminal, dad. Stop acting as if you didn't do something malicious all your life."

Pumaling sa kabilang gilid ang mukha ko nang malakas na pinadapo ni dad ang palad niya sa pisngi ko. It sored. Nanunuot sa loob ng pisngi ko ang hapdi. But it didn't matter to me, by the thought na kaya niya akong saktan for the sake of our reputation. It sucks.

Ito ang unang beses na pinagbuhatan ako ni daddy ng kamay niya. I was hard-headed before but I never talked back to them with an insult. They're insulting someone they less knew. We're even.

"How dare you compare me with a criminal, Hari? Is this what you've gotten into after going against your parents?!" he blazed away, open-eyed. Ang mga kasambahay ay isa-isang nagsialisan. "You never made me proud! You are such a disgrace! A living humiliation to bring shame and give mortification to the family of Juryldo!"

Hawak ko pa rin ang pisngi kong sinampal niya nang harapin ko si dad. He was fuming mad. Lumalabas ang mga ugat niya sa leeg habang mabigat ang bawat paghinga.

"I'm proud to be like this, dad. At least, I have my own decision. Unlike my sister who was fully-dependent on your words."

I closed my eyes and ready to own up another hit of his anger for the second time but mom stopped him.

"Nic..." mom called him and faced me after. "Hari, enough talking back," she strictly prohibited.

His wide palm was hanged on the air. He fisted it and put down his side and breathe heavily while his eyes were rampantly piercing me.

"He's truly a criminal. What if your sister was the one he raped? Or it was you? Will you still side on him?"

"There's no need for what-ifs 'cause he didn't."

Ako nalang ang mayroon si Hash. Bakit ko siya iiwan? He was unwillingly intoxicated by drugs. He didn't want what happened. I knew him. His heart wouldn't betray his love for my sister. He's faithful and madly whipped. No way would he ever do that if he's sober.

"What is this?" my sister confusedly asked after she trailed down the stairs when she saw my baggage waiting to be hauled. Kagigising niya lang yata dahil naka-pajamas pa siya. "Hari..." Nag-aalala ang mga mata niyang palipat-lipat ang tingin sakin at sa mga maleta. Parang alam na ang mga nangyayari.

"Such a disgrace!" dad exclaimed again.

Kinuha ko na ang mga bagahe ko ngunit pinigilan ako ni ate.

"Hari, don't." I took back my luggage that she's holding to stop me. "Hindi ka pwedeng umalis, Hari. Please, take back all your words and say sorry to our parents," nag-aalalang pakiusap niya.