STUBBORN HEARTS<3 (complete)

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“This is all your fault!” I burst out.

“What have I done? And why did it become my fault?”

“You’re the one who brought me here!”

“If you’ve forgotten, you’re the one who said you don’t want to go to your father”

“But that doesn’t mean that you have to bring me here and make me do stupid things! What I’m

doing here is a servant’s job! And why am I being punished? I have the right to eat! If Dad finds

out about this, you’ll be sorry!”

“Then go ahead and tell him” he said.

“And how am I going to do that when you confiscated my phone?! Ugh! It’s so boring here! No

TV, no cellphone, no shopping, no EVERYTHING! Aish! Do you know how hungry I am

already? Of course you don’t! how would you know when you-?”

“AISH!” he burst out and took the oranges out of my hands and started peeling them. As soon he

was done, he put the fruit inside my mouth. “My ears are complaining already. You’re too

noisy!”

“Hmm. Sweet” I murmured as the juice of the fruit reached my tongue. “Can I have another

one?” I asked a while later.

He breathes, looking relieved. Probably because I stopped ranting. I can’t help it, I’m just too

hungry already.

“Help yourself” he shrugged. My eyes squinted as I looked at him suspiciously.

“Why are you being kind?”

“It’s my job” he answered.

“You weren’t this kind before even if I kept on reminding you your status in the house”

“I was never mean to you” he defended himself.

“Yes, you were ALWAYS mean to me!”

He sighed then shook his head. “Whatever”

“Why are you like that?!”

“What?” he innocently asked, irritating me more.

Grr. I wanna strangle the life out of him!

“How many baskets have you filled already?”

I blushed. Err, well since I leisurely spent my time interrogating the helpers, I didn’t really made

great progress.

“Hey, I’m asking how-?”

“One basket” I mumbled.

“What?!” he exclaimed. “You’re hopeless”

“I don’t need your help; I can fill them all by myself”

“If you say so” he shrugged and stood up.

“Ya! Where are you going?”

“MYOB”

“YA!”

But he just continued walking.

“Don’t stress yourself too much” a voice said. I blinked and looked to the left. I saw Kevin, the

houseboy smiling at me.

“I’m not stressing myself. I’m just irritated and annoyed and tired and very hungry but I still