I wanna be yours

Chapter 1

"Camila darling, just stay here in the car when we get to the farm," Sinuhe ordered her daugter who was busy reading a book. The brunette just nodded in response.

A few minutes later, they have reached their destination. It was Camila's first visit in this huge place. Sinuhe stepped out of the car after the chauffeur opened the door for her. Camila looked out the window to see a beautiful view. She gasped the moment she saw people harvesting the farm. It was quite rare for Camila to see many people as she was always home. She only gets to go out occasionally.

The brunette neglected her mother's order and got out of the car. The moment she stepped out, her feet was soaked in a deep patch of mud. She squealed loud enough for the chauffeur to hear. He immediately approached the brown-eyed girl.

"Miss Cabello, your mother told you to stay in the car!" He reminded her.

Camila kept grumbling as her new shoes got dirty. "Anthony, help me get to where mother is, please."

"But she told you to-"

"I don't care, just bring me to her!" She exclaimed. Anthony the chauffeur could not do anything about it so he complied the girl's request. He has been the Cabello's chauffeur for more than 5 years already so he knows the attitude and characteristics of every member in the family. Of course, they treated him like family too.

Anthony grabbed Camila's hand while she held him tightly as she did not want another incident to happen to her. Anthony walked Camila to her mother as told. Sinuhe was talking to one of the workers in the farm.

"Mother," the brunette called out. Sinuhe turned around and slightly frowned.

"Goodness, Karla. Didn't I tell you to stay in the car?"

"But the view is so beautiful!" She stated. Sinuhe gasped when she saw her leg's daughter covered with mud.

"Your leg is greasy!" She reprimanded. Camila groaned agreeing with her mother.

"Anthony, why didn't you stop Karla from leaving the car?"

"I was-"

Camila interrupted. "Don't blame him mother, he didn't see me." Anthony lowered his head, slightly embarrassed.

"After this we'll leave and i'm taking you to the mall to buy you a pair of new shoes." Sinuhe finished and turned around and faced the worker again. Camila stood next to her mother as her eyes wandered the place. 'It's so wonderful,' Camila breathed.

"How many sacks of rice have you sold?" Sinuhe asked the worker. The man took out a long piece of rolled paper from his pocket and unrolled it.

"A total of ninety this week, Mrs Cabello." The man said.

"Not quite a lot compared to last week. I want you to sell more than one hundred fifty sacks next week," Sinuhe ordered. "Or else, all of you will not receive your wages." She finished. The man nodded and kept the rolled paper back into his pocket.

"Papa!" Shouted a girl. The man turned around and saw her daughter running towards him.

"Papa!"

"What is it?" He asked in concerned toned.

"Chris is burning! His temperature is forty-two degrees Celsius!" She panicked. The man was panic-stricken when he heard his daughter. His 14 year old son was having a high fever.

"Mrs Cabello, I have to go right now."

"I understand. Now go and check on him." Sinuhe said and let him go.

"Mother," Camila started. "Why not you call an ambulance? Forty-two degrees Celsius is very high!" She said worried.

"It is not my worriment. Now let's go back to the car."