Who are they
"Are you really going to take me to the party?" he was still chewing food while speaking.
He sat on all fours on the sofa while holding a bowl of coco crunch.
"Yes. I know you won't refuse"
"Yan! Yan! Ganyan! Idakdak mo!" I took the remote next to him then turned off what it was watching.
"Finals with Piper!" he was watching basketball which I wasn't interested in.
"You're not paying attention" I snorted.
It lowered his grip then snatched the remote from my hand.
"I noticed you. I said I'll come" he turned on the TV again.
He continued to eat while watching. He laughs with laughter while saying something.
I frowned watching him as he entertained himself on the show.
"Whose party is that? I'll buy clothes when Latrelle is there!" he cried angrily. Then stand up for a moment to get some food in the kitchen.
He handed me cereals and milk. I didn't refuse because sometimes that's my morning when I'm lazy to eat rice.
"Debut of Direk Della's son"
I was not close to his son but he still invited me so I thanked him. But as I got older, it starred in a teleserye. It's new, but it sells to people right away. It’s also been a long time since I’ve interacted with other artists.
"It's me! Maybe your enemies are there!" its snout almost twitched. It is inevitable that I have a supposed enemy. That's not how I treat them. They hate me for who I am.
They cannot accept that I am the queen. They don’t even want them to be my princess. Maybe they'll fit to be my servant. Shoe cleaner to be exact.
“I don’t really mind” I said.
"Take a bath. Those who will apply will be here later!" you really think this one takes a bath every day.
I looked at him smiling then laughed.
"Yeah. I only took a half bath" this conversation wasn't awkward for the two of us. Because we are used to the smell of each other. If he doesn't take a bath, it doesn't smell so bad on his nose.
"I'm going to take a bath. You choose our clothes. Also ask Pixie if she will buy you a bath or go with you"
I have a lot of confidence when it comes to Aria in clothes because of her taste of fashion. They are almost the same as Lois who really keeps up with the trend and even if a dress is not trendy, they can still grab attention.
I was dressed when the window opened. There is an old woman in a dress. I can't see his face because he's wearing a cover.
I'll just call Mang Ben when he opens it. It looks like Mang Ben asked another question before finally letting the woman in.
I usually do interviews with my applicants. I really don't like who I can let in here especially since the weather is dangerous now.
I insert it into my schedule just to check it out one by one.
I put on a simple dress and then applied lotion before going down. There is another towel wrapped around my wet hair.
My eyes searched for the woman I saw. He is on the terrace. Leaning back from my seat and fanning with the lid.
The other woman took the lead in the interview until she was the only one left. It's cold because of the aircon but I'm still sweating.
My throat was dry as my hand was shaking.
"Dignacia Suello"
"It's me" his veined hand trembled which he hid behind his back.
"I won't ask you about many things because based on your age and appearance, you can be trusted. You are also used to work."
I don’t know how I could have said that right away. Its name is familiar.
"Please don't be offended but can you still work at that age?"
He nodded. I don’t know why its different while looking at me. It was as if he wanted to say something.
"I'm used to work, Ineng. In fact, I don't want to stay at home. I always want to do something. I know how to cook, do laundry, chop and do other household chores" he said.
"You accept that, Aling Digna!" it was Mang Ben holding coffee. He was leaning against the wall near its seat.
"Will you meet Mang Ben?"
The two looked at each other.
"Yes. Digna used to be your family's maid. Wait, how many years have you served them?"
In the way Mang Ben talks to him, they will meet.
"Almost forty years. I was their housemate when I was young"
I turned to Mang Ben.
"Can I talk to him first with the two of us? I just want to ask some questions"
The old man did not hesitate and left.
"Do you know Leonora and Emilio?"
The old man coughed in his handkerchief.
"Yes. The couple has the same power"
"Do you know me?" my voice trembled.
"Yes. Aren't you Piper?"
A few more swallows of saliva before I asked again.
"Who is my real parent?"
He started coughing one after another so I immediately reached for his water. I support him in drinking.
"Prescilla and Rafaelo are your real parents. The ones being hired now in El Preve are the ones who killed your parents. They hid you. They were released for adoption because the Roshans didn't want to reveal the truth. Rafaelo was mercilessly shot while Prescilla was died a few days after you were born. He felt the loss of his girlfriend "
Crying I took the picture inserted in the book I brought home. I quickly handed it to her while wiping away the tears.
"Are they? Is Prescilla really Mama's sister?"
He looked closely at the picture.
"Yes. They're siblings. You're not adopted. You're Leonora's aunt. Leonora who killed her own sister with drugs because of her failed love. She's greedy for money! She kicked me out and told me not to show up!" theirs growled as his fist clenched.
I cried in front of him. It was as if some daggers had pierced me. The parent I grew up with killed my real parents.
Very painful. I don’t know if I’d rather just go to sleep than face this reality. It hurts that I almost want to be numb.
"Is it Rafaello? How did they meet my real mother"
Even though it was painful I still wanted to know how they fell in love with each other.
He comforted me while still not stopping to cry.
"That's a long story, Ineng. But your real Dad is a good farmer. He didn't want anything bad. He always helps others so he won your Mother's heart"
I stood up as the phone rang in the kitchen.
"Son, I'm sorry how many times I can't call"
I sneezed for a moment then clenched my fist.
"Who are Prescilla and Rafaelo, Ma? Who are they!"
The other line fell silent. I even heard its sigh.
"I don't know them, Son. What's wrong with you?"
The pain I was feeling made me even angrier.
"I already know everything, Ma! Don't pretend!"
"Piper. I'll explain not now okay? Let's talk about it personally"
Its tone of voice is problematic.
"No, Ma! When we talk why didn't you tell me everything and why you killed them!"
Moments later he sighed.
"I'm sorry ...", he turned off the call while I could still feel the intensity of the anger.
How do I accept it?