Hiraya

CHAPTER 7

Third Person's Point of View

Continuation from 2 years ago

           A MAN half-n***d got out of his bathroom and covered his lower body with a white towel while brushing his hair with a small cloth. The water is dropping his eight packs abs, and his manly smells cover the whole gray room with an ecstatic ambiance.

           Suddenly his iPhone 12 Pro Max rings. He grabs it off and answers it immediately without looking who the caller is.

           "Grandfather," bahaw na tinig ng lalaki.

           "Nazarene, did you see my email?" a low moderated voice said on the other line.

           "I haven't checked my email, grandfather. Anong meron?" He replies with a smirk.

           "Ayaw ako paggaguha, Dale Nazarene Marquez! (Translation: Huwag mo akong ginagago)," pagtataas ng boses mula sa katawagan sa kabilang linya.

           "What now, grandfather? You’re asking me, sinasagot lang naman kita. Bakit galit ka naman agad?" sarkastikong tugon ng lalaking nanatiling binabalandra ang malaking katawan.

           "Stop mocking me, young man," a warning tone. Na siya namang nagpatawa kay Nazarene ng sobra-sobra.

           "Grandfather, what? I am not mocking you, for Pete’s sake!" anito sa pagitan ng kan’yang halakhak.

           "Go home. Here in Aklan," maawtoridad na utos ng kan’yang lolo.

           "Grandfather, what is this again? Pwede ba, tigilan mo na ‘to," sumeryoso ang tinig ni Nazarene at nagsisimula na ring manigang ang kan’yang bagang.

           "I am not asking about your decision in this matter, Nazarene. I am commanding you to go home here, or I will be the one cutting your ATM, young man. Or worst, I'll crash your condominium big time, do your worst, I’ll do mine," patapos na saad ng matanda.

           "Grandfather! Masyado ka namang seryosong tao! I'm just joking around come on! I'll be home tomorrow wait for me," lihis man sa kagustuhan ay hindi na komuntra ang binata.

           "Good then. Don't do anything foolish, Nazarene. This is my warning. Don't test my patience on you," hulis anas ng matanda bago binabaan ng tawag ang binata.

           "Holy s**t! I'm f*****g doomed!"

           The guy immediately opens his MacBook and click the email Icon. Binaybay muna ng lalaki ang kabuuan ng kan’yang mga emails bago binalikan ang email ng isa, ng kan’yang lolo. He saw an attachment about his flight details bound to Malay, Aklan. 

           "f*****g manipulator," ani nito bago muling kinuha ang cellphone at may tinawagan mula roon.

           After a few rings, someone picks - up the other line.

           "Mom! f**k! Grandfather is manipulating my f*****g life again!" pagsusumbong nito sa ina.

           "Son, listen to me. This is not just a simple command of your grandfather. He called us last night, and he said that he wants you home, but not you, all of you." Natigilan ang lalaki sa mga binitawang kataga ng kan’yang ina.

           "Wait, hold on, mom. Not literally me? All of us? What do you mean I'll be living with my cousins again?!" His mother chuckles before answering her son.

           "Son. Your grandfather will be training you six, and he'll soon find his heir,” paglilinaw ng kan’yang ina. Ngunit nakuha ng salitang ‘heir’ ang kan’yang atensiyon.

           "Mom, I'm out of that. I have my own, and including Dad's business, I'm totally fine with that. I'm more than willing to receive that position than accepting the status of that older man. I want a life! He can give it to Austin tutal gustong-gusto naman ‘yon ng gago," asik nito sa kan’yang ina.

           "Son, sa tingin mo hindi na namin sinabi ‘yan sa kan’ya? We already explained that to your grandfather, but he insists he wants all of you to be equally trained and selected. He has a point, my son. All of you are a Marquez, and all of you deserves the slot," mahinahong pagpapaliwang sa kan’ya.

           "Mom, whatever you say, but I don't want this. I am f*****g out of this s**t, mom!" muling reklamo ni Nazarene.

           "Nazarene, we can follow what you want. Always remember that your dad and I are proud of your achievements, but the thing is, we can't do anything if your grandfather ruins and hold your accounts, alam mo naman ang isip ng lolo mo," pagpapaalala ng nasa kabilang linya sa anak.

           "f**k! Lolo!" marahas n’yang sinuklay ang kan’yang basa pang buhok dahil sa nararamdamang pagka-inis.

           "Son just deals with it, and you can do that. I know you can do it, son," pangungumbinsi ng kan’yang ina.

           "Mom, do I have a choice? f*****g nothing!" He rants.

           "Son, tama na ang parereklamo. Start packing your things now and just deal with it. You know you are just like your grandfather. You two will get what you like no matter what. I love you. Take care," His mother said sweetly.

           "I love you so much, mom. Send my regards to Dad. Take care, you two," mahinahon ng sagot nito sa kan’yang ina.

           "We'll visit you there, son. Relax and be good to your grandfather," paninigurado ng kan’yang ina.

           “I can't promise being good, mom, you know that. Goodbye, mom. See you around!” pagpapaalam nito bago n’ya tuluyang ibaba ang tawag.

He put his phone on his bed, started picking his clothes in his closet, and put it in a big leather traveling bag and trolley bag.

           "f**k! f**k! f**k! I f*****g hate this situation! I am left with no choice! Holy s**t!" muli n’yang asik sa sarili. He kicked his bag and started lying on his bed. He scrolled something to his phone and started talking.

           "Dude, where are you now? Come on, let's hang out," diretsahan n’yang bungad.

           "Sure, same place," sagot ng kausap. Hindi na iyon nasundan pa dahil agad na binaba ng binata ang tawag. 

           "I’m going to enjoy myself the hell out before coming home to that f*****g mansion," bulong n’ya sa sarili.

           On the other hand, the butlers in a massive house along the shore of white sand are very busy, they are all preparing, cleaning, and the chimney is continuously giving off smokes. Everyone is very attentive in their tasks, but they all stop when five men get out of their vehicle, one riding a combination of white and furry horse, one in Ferrari, Montero, a CBR, and one are walking out the main door of the house.

           "Woah! Look who is here? Cousins! Grabi! Kadasig man do balita nga gauli si Lolo. (Translation: Grabi! Ang bilis namang ng balita na uuwi si lolo). You are all here on time, cousins," ani ng isang maliit na lalaki habang nakapuwesto ito sa harapan ng kanilang pintuan. Ngunit isa-isa siyang nilagpasan ng apat na iba pang mga lalaki.

           "Hayt! Cousins!" sigaw nito at wala ng nagawa kundi ang sundan ang kan’yang mga pinsan. Ang apat ay isa-isang nagsi-upo sa main lobby ng mansiyon kaya ganoon din ang ginawa n’ya.

           Nilamon sila ng katahimikan habang may hinihintay na dumating buhat sa labas. Lahat sila ay tuwirang napatayo n’ong isa-isang luminya ang butlers ng mansiyon sa pintuan at sabay-sabay na bumati. "Welcome back, chairman!" yumuko ang lahat ng mga butlers sa dumating na katamtamang tanda ng lalaki na sinusundan ng iilang body guards sa likod. Tumigil ito sa paglalakad nang mapansin ang limang na nasa lobby na ngayon ng kan’yang mansiyon at tahimik habang kan’ya-kan’yang nanatiling tikom ang mga bibig at inaabangan din ang kan’yang sasabihin.

           "As if I was born yesterday, and I will not think that all of you just got home. You never change, my grandchildren," seryoso n’yang saad ngunit ang maliit na lalaki ay nagtaas ng kan’yang kaliwang kamay.

           "What is it, Trevor?" the Chairman acknowledges.

           "Grandfather, I slept in here. I promise!" But they all laughed at that statement, the four gentlemen started to walk, but the Chairman announced something. Natigil silang lahat.

           "Nazarene is going home. So, I am expecting that the six of you will follow my rules," anito. Walang ni isang sumubok na sumagot o sumalungat man lamang. Sa halip ay pinagpatuloy na lamang nila ang kanilang pag-alis.

           "I am giving you all this opportunity to live with me to prove your skills. Where did your parents' money was gone when we sent each of you to prestigious universities. You are not a Marquez for nothing," pahabol ng matanda.

Nazarene's Point of View

          "Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to Godofredo P. Ramos Airport. Local time is 3:12 in the afternoon, and the temperature is 32 Degree Celsius. Would you please stay seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign for your safety and comfort? This will show that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you, and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you need deplaning help, please stay in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of Marquez Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip, and we are looking forward to seeing you onboard again shortly. Have a nice day stay in Boracay, Aklan, Philippines!" the airplane personnel announces.

           "Miss," I motioned my hand above, then gradually loosened up my shades to see her face perfectly.

           "Yes, sir? How may I help you?" I smirked before looking at this woman. Nice one! Hot babes, baby.

           "How long will these procedures take?" then I winked at her.

           "Uh? I mean, uhm, this will not take too long, sir," stuttering, isn't she?

           "Hmm? How about ‘we’ take this long? You and me?" I teased.

           "Huh? Uhm, sir,” basic!

           "Here's my room number, Miss. Let's see each other later," I salute her before continuing.

           "I want that a*s on me, baby," I whisper in her ears before going out of the plane.

           One down, boy!

           I was walking down while my other hand was holding my traveling bag on my left shoulder. I let my shades down my nose when I spotted my grandfather's dogs. Here come the annoying shits!

           They escorted me until I could quickly get out of the airport. I throw my things at them and let the keys out from my side pocket.

           "C'mon boy! Let's get it on!" I opened the car's door immediately.

           I miss my baby, Ferrari, indeed my baby.

Third Person's Point of View

           Muling luminya sa tapat ng pintuan ng mansiyon ng mga Marquez ang kanilang mga butler. May isang matanda ang maawtoridad na nakatayo sa hagdan na siyang nangunguna habang nakaharap sa main door ng mansiyon habang sa kan’ya namang likod ay ang limang bagot ng mga lalaki.

           One is whining, and one is sleepy-eyed, one is busy chewing a piece of gum, one is just seriously watching their maids lined up, and the other one is excitedly waiting.

           Lahat sila ay nag-aabang sa pagdating ng isang lalaki na may malaki rin namang parte sa kanilang pamilya.

           "Chairman, when will Big Bro Zaren come?" tanong ni Trevor.

           "Trevor, chill my grandson," aburidong sagot naman ng kan’yang lolo kanina pa kasi nangungulit ang apong si Trevor sa kan’ya.

           "Tsk, if we know Nazarene did some awful thing again," mapanudyong salita na nanggaling sa isang seryosong lalaki.

           "Austin!" suway ng kan’yang lolo.

           "What, grandfather? I'm just stating facts." They we're all cut off when a roaring sound of an engine comes closer at the main door.

           "Oww! Ferrari men!" The man chewing gum a while ago said.

           Hindi naman nagtagal ang kanilang paghihintay ng may isang lalaki ang pumasok. Bukas ang tatlong unang botunes ng polo shirt nito at sunod na tinaggal ang suot-suot na shades.

           "Welcome to Pharoah's Mansion, Young Master Zaren!!!" sabay-sabay na anunsiyo at bati ng kanilang mga kasama sa bahay