I’m packing my things now. Manang Fe handed me a single suitcase.
"Gusto mo ba ay ikaw ang mamili ng iyong mga dadalhin?" she asked.
I didn’t respond. I just sat at the edge of my bed, lost in thought. I didn’t know what to do.
When my mom died, it felt like Dad’s love for me died with her. That’s why Kuya Nathan hasn’t come back. He lives in Argentina now, and I have no news about him.
The weight of everything is suffocating, and I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive my father. I hate him even more every day.
Manang Fe hugged me.
"Siguro naman magiging masaya ka sa Sta. Mesa, anak. Marami kang bagong makikilala."
I rolled my eyes.
"I don’t need new friends. I already have plenty!" I snapped as I stood up and approached my suitcase.
I packed dresses, shorts, high-waisted skirts, and satin sleepwear.
"Nathey, ang mga dadalhin mo ay hindi masiyadong… revealing?" Manang Fe asked.
"No, they’re fine. This is fashion, Manang Fe."
When I finished packing, I locked the suitcase.
Manang Fe sighed. "Ikaw talagang bata ka. Baba na ako para ipahanda ang sasakyan. Sumunod ka na lang."
I nodded and glanced at myself in the mirror. I hoped this move would help me. If not, then… screw Dad.
In the car, I sat in the backseat while Manang Fe rode in the passenger seat. I stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by. The lush greenery was calming, but it reminded me that I was far from the city—the place where I truly felt at home.
As we approached the farm, a large sign reading "FIORELLA FARMING EMPIRE" came into view. A massive wooden gate stood behind it.
When the gate opened, I saw people busy with their tasks. Some kids were playing in the dirt, others were washing pigs, and a few were gathering fruits.
"Ito ay unahan palang nitong farm," Manang Fe explained. "Ang mga hayop at mga puno ng prutas ay nandito."
I nodded, my eyes still glued to the view outside. I frowned when I saw small wooden houses scattered around.
"Manang, why are there houses here?"
"Oh, ayan ay para sa mga trabahador dito. Ang iyong ama ay naglaan ng lupa upang patayuan ng mga kabahayan. Ang inyong farm ay sobra sa laki, siguro ay buong gubat ay inyo."
I nodded again as the car came to a stop.
In front of me was a white house—a simple, one-story structure that looked more like a vacation home.
A young man opened the car door for me. As I stepped out, I turned to look at him.
He had tan skin, thick eyebrows, and a sharp nose. He was undeniably handsome. But he frowned, probably noticing how intently I was staring at him.
"Nathey, anak, ito ang aking anak na si, Huller," Manang Fe said.
"You have a son, Manang?" I asked, surprised.
"Oo. Hindi mo ba siya nakilala? Isa siya sa mga nakakalaro mo dito noon."
I crossed my arms and studied him from head to toe. Suddenly, I remembered. He was the one who used to protect me from one of our friends. I even called him Lele back then. Even before he has the face, but I didn’t expect him to grow up looking… this good.
He gave me a blank stare.
"I don’t remember him, Manang," I lied.

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Hiding His Son
RomanceNathey Margaret Fiorella didn't know that everything was arranged ever since she was born. She was force to marry to this unbelievable handsome guy because she's pregnant with her baby. TAGLISH