Hiding The Playboy's Son (On-Going)

Chapter 7 - Furthermore

Kaenna's POV
6:17 PM
3 years later

“Dada! You're back!” Sabi ng anak ko. I just came from work, and I left him with Dariahna.

We live in Iloilo now. Away from the busy streets, loud streets of Manila.

I smiled as I hugged my child. Ezrealine Shyle Roberta is now 3 years old.

“Yeah, how's your day baby?” Tanong ko sa kanya.

Siya ay ngumiti at kinuwento ang takbo ng kanyang araw.

Ako ay ngumiti din habang nakikinig, ang gaan sa pakiramdam na makita ang anak mo pagkatapos ng isang mahabang araw.

“Do you want to eat something baby?” I asked my son.

“I ate chocolates before you got back po, so no. Tita Dariahna gave them to me so don't worry!” He replied.

That stupid bitch. I covered my son's ear before yelling, “Dariahna, get your ass in here!”

After a few seconds, Dariahna stepped in inside my room.

“What do you want?” Dariahna asked while crossing his hands. “You fed him chocolate, again.” I raised my brow.

“Oops, I'm sorry.” Dariahna apologized insincerely, smiling to my son.

“Mahihirapan na man akong patulugin siya late at night, Dari.” I sighed.

“Anyways, since you're here, I'll go. Toodles girl.” Dariahna said.

“Say your thank you-s and hug your Tito Dariahna na, baby.” I ordered him.

Ezrealine made his way up to Dariahna, and he hugged him before saying thank you.
I smiled. I'm so content with the current life I'm living in.

“Go watch some cartoons, baby. Dada has something to check. You can sit on my lap or you can lay on the bed. Which one would you like to do, hm?” I asked him.

“Sit on your lap!” Ezrealine said.

I smiled before kissing him on his forehead. I then opened the television and put in on Cartoon's Network.

I put him on my lap while I was reading my e-mails. One particular e-mail caught my attention.

“Rent due at November 30. If didn't pay within 3 days of that time period, eviction notices will be given out.”

Aish. Rent, I frowned. Where can I get this type of money? It's November 28 and my pay is in December 4, or 5.

I'm on a tight budget and my remaining money's is only sufficient enough for our daily food, til my pay.

Should I borrow some from Dariahna or Joriahna? No, I've borrowed from them a thousand times. And they don't let me pay them back.

I sighed, before massaging my temples.
“Dada, what's wrong?” My son asked.

He seemed to have noticed my actions quite easily. I smiled because of the thought, “It is nothing, baby. Do you mind if Dada go outside for a while? He has to make a phone call.” I asked my son.

“No po.” He smiled showing his baby teeth. “Okay, keep on watching the cartoons.” I kissed him on his forehead before going out the room.

I quickly dialed Joriahna. “'Sup hoe.” He answered.

“My rent is due. And no, I'm not asking for money. I won't accept anything from you or Dariahna. You know a job that can be done just for a night and the pay is good?” I quickly muttered.

“Bitch. Okay, okay. I could set you up to become someone's seductive waiter on the cruise ship right now.” Joriahna replied, “Ew, no. Baka included sex.” I said.

“No, no. Sex isn't included in the initial pay. If they want to have sex with you, they pay you directly. But I doubt you'll ever do that unless Jefferson's gon be the one whom you'll serve.” Joriahna laughed.

“Ew, no. I moved on already.” I defended myself.

“I'll take the job tho. Any clothing requirements?” I asked, “None. They give you whore-y animal clothes. Just say my name on this address and ta-da! I'll text you.

- end of chapter -

Author's Note:

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