Heart 3: Swollen Heart

CHAPTER 12

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PREIOUS PZRAE'S POV

"No, Dad! I don't want him!" I kept on stopping myself from yelling, but irritation is slowly filling my nerves.

"But he's the best applica-"

"I said I don't want him! Where's the hard-to-understand part there?!" I raked my hair through my fingers, my jaw clenching as I gawked at Dad's image on the monitor. Napahilamos ako sa prustrasyon. "Goodness! I want the guy named Keiroh!"

His brows met, wrinkling his forehead. "Wait, I'll take a look." He instructed his hand and turned his attention to somewhere as if he was reaching for something.

I heaved a deep breath, rolling my eyes.

"Keiroh, Keiroh. . ." he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the bond paper he got. "This guy is not properly trained-"

"I don't care," I uttered in a blank tone and blank gaze. "Para namang may death threat ako kung makahanap ng properly trained." I tsked.

I only want a butler 'cause these freaking chores are so frustrating! I just wanna eliminate these fucking tasks! Unang-una sa lahat, ayoko ng madumi. Pangalawa, ayoko maglinis kasi lahat ng kailangang linisin ay madumi. Pero wala rin naman akong ibang magawa kundi mapilitang maglinis!

Properly trained? Kailangan ba Ng training sa paglilinis? Dang it! Dad is being overprotective!

Wait. . . was the term overprotective right?

Well, he's looking for a properly trained butler. . . so maybe? But. . . was he really being protective, or he was just looking for someone to fill everything he can't give to me?

Nagiging overprotective ba siya. . . o naghahanap lang siya ng ibang tao para protektahan ako na dapat siya ang gumagawa para sa akin? Naghahanap lang ba siya ng ibang tao na pupunan lahat ng pagkukulang niya?

My lips paved a bitter smile.

"Okay, okay. Imma contact that guy tommorow morning." He sighed. "Matulog ka na, goodnight." He massaged his forehead through a hand and turned off the line.

"Goodnight, Dad," I said as if he still could hear me. "I love you."

I stood up from the swivel chair in spite of my tightening chest.

No! I shouldn't feel this miserable! There's still a party downstairs!

Oh, good thing, my room is sound proof! Hindi nahalata ni Dad kawalwalan ko rito sa mansyon!

I grinned.

I took my way out of my room, and as I pulled the door open, loud beats and dancing dim lights welcomed me. What the freak have these cocky men done to my living room?! Well, it's a party and it's natural to be loud and everything but. . .

Bakit pati mga flower vase ay binasag nila?!

"What the hell are you doing?!" I squealed as I rushed my way down, my hand tracing the stairway's railings.

"Hooooh!" Glenn cheered, clapping like a sea lion as he watched Arvin seriously gawking at the forty thousand pesos cost vase he was holding.

"Pitch, p're! Masasalo ko 'yan!" Chris, few meters away from Arvin, yelled.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?! Stop-"

"Let's go!" Arjo's voice on the microphone echoed, cutting me off. He scratched something on the whatsoever dj equipment and adjusted something that made the sound even more deafening. "Go Arvin! Hey, hey, oh!"