The Fifth Son

Nijyuni

"Dito nalang sa sasakyan ko. Pauwiin mo nalang yang driver n'yo."

Alam mo yung bigla nalang tumambling nang 360 degrees ang mood mo? Ito yun eh. Nainis ako bigla sa sinabi ni Paolo. I mean, I understand that he's hurt kasi nga nasuntok ni Yuto pero the latter already apologized. I think he's in his jerk mode but that's not a valid reason for him to treat Yuto like this. At isa pa, Yuto don't even looked like a driver in his get up na white slim fit shirt at dark pants.

"Hindi namin driver si Yuto, you dummy," I snorted sabay pameywang. My eyebrows coming together. Mukhang nakunsensya naman ang damuho at nanahimik. "I'll just go buy the ingredients. See you sa bahay nalang."

"Hindi! Gusto kong sumabay sa pamimili!" Nyeta. Masasapak ko na rin to eh. Why is he asking so bratty? Maybe a punch can knock him out of it.

"What's wrong with you? What's with that attitude?" I almost yelled at him since my patience is already running out.

Before things could escalate into a real fight, Yuto intervened. "Sand, it's okay. I'll just go back to your house. I'll tell Kei-dono that you're with your friend," pagpapaubaya n'ya. Mabuti pa itong si Yuto- matured and understanding- the exact opposite of what Paolo was doing.

"You sure?" paninigurado ko with an apologetic face.

"Yes."

"Sorry about this, Yuto. Paolo's throwing some tantrums."

Nakakainis man kasi nga tinutopak si Paolo, somehow hindi ko s'ya magawang mahindian. I tend to be like this when somebody already got my allegiance- tend to be sacrificial towards the people whom I genuinely consider as friends. Paolo's one of those and I am somehow bound by my own commitment to him and I hate it.

"Happy?" I made a hard face when I asked that question to Paolo who was looking really satisfied. Gusto ko s'yang sapakin, sa totoo lang.

"Tara na nga. Malapit nang mag-alas-singko." Hinila n'ya ako papunta sa sasakyan n'ya. Yuto was just looking at us from the side of the Montero.

"Don't you think that it's too late for creampuffs? Magdi-dinner na kaya tayo."

"Wow. Parang ayokong maniwala na ikaw nagsabi n'yan, Sand," pang-iinis pa n'ya habang binubuksan ang pintuan ng kotse.

I made a sarcastic laugh to show how I happy I am. I'm so happy I couldn't stand it! And my eyes rolled.

He tried to start the car but it won't. Ilang beses pa n'yang sinubukang paandarin ang sasakyan n'ya kaya lang hindi talaga ito nag-i-start.

"Anak ng! Ano bang problema nito?!" dabog ni Paolo. Ang bilis talaga ng karma. Naka-fed-ex yata kaya ganyan kabilis. Haha

To cut the story short, wala s'yang nagawa kundi ang sumakay sa Montero. Buti nalang at hindi pa nakakaalis si Yuto. I sat on the passenger seat while Paolo's sulking at the backseat. Wala s'yang magagawa. Yuto's coming with us.

"Pao. Don't you think that it's quite too late for creampuffs? Maybe some light snacks nalang," suggestion ko. Magdi-dinner na rin kasi.

"Gusto kong kumain ng creampuffs. Ako naman ang magbabayad eh," pagpupumilit n'ya. What's the big idea? Nakakaubos na ng pasensya ah.

I sighed at how bratty Paolo was. "We'll just buy creampuffs sa Le Sucre to save time. Is that okay? I'll make some banana-strawberry smoothie para hindi kayo atakihin ng pulikat matapos ang pagbabasketball n'yo."

"Sige. Sabi mo eh." He said while his arms were against his chest and dishing out a pissed face and looking like a child na hindi nabilhan ng laruan.