Aycee: Daddy! *she giggled, reaching forward to poke R's nose. I am a big girl! *she beamed once more, rosy cheeks shining*
R: *looks at her, managing to force himself to chuckle* Of course you are. Look at you with your new uniform, and your hair all up in pigtails, and your little back pack, and those shiny new shoes.. You're gonna do great my beautiful princess.. *biting back a lump in his throat, pulling her in for a kiss on the forehead and a tight hug, before standing up*
M: *watching the father-daughter scene with much tenderness and love, then bending down to their daughter, whispering words of encouragement* You be good, my love. Listen and follow your teachers ha. Share your food. We'll be here when you're finished na for the day. I love you.. *hugs and kisses Aycee before she bounded off towards the gathering crowd of other children, a teacher gently shepherding them into some kind of formation*
R: *sniffs slightly, refusing to meet M's knowing stare, clearing his throat as he watched the crowd of children, eyes locked on their daughter, then whipping out his phone*
M: Who are you calling?
R: I'm calling Pareng Vico.
M: Ha? Why?
R: Hihingi ako ng tulong to get the police and the NBI to investigate all the students here. They might have parents, teachers, nannies or drivers here who are complete nutjobs!
M: *takes his phone away* Daddy, you are not compiling a police or NBI files on five year olds!
SEVEN
R: A fight?! Someone tried to bully my daughter and they called it a fight?! Anong klaseng mga madre meron dyan sa eskwelahan na yan?! *his tone and voice raising 3 octaves higher*
M: *sighed and rubbed R's arm to calm him down* Dad.. tone down please. The other kids will hear you and they might think something is wrong.
R: Well, something is definitely wrong! Who the hell gave them that right to do this to my daughter! *waving his hand at his daughter who is sitting by their bed, pout evident*
M: Daddy please, language. Let us all calm down. Yang BP mo.. Wala naman silang ginawang masama sa anak mo, they called me right away—
R: And you! *facing M* Why didn't you call me earlier?! Bakit ngayon ko lang nalaman to?! Why wasn't I informed?! Kelan pa ko nawala sa listahan ng magulang at di ako sinabihan?! *yelling furiously*
M: This is precisely the reason why I didn't tell you! Magwawala ka ng ganito! RJ naman kumalma ka muna utang ng loob. You're scaring Aycee..
R: *looks at Aycee, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and sits on the bed beside her* I'm sorry Aycee love.. *hugs and kisses Aycee's forehead*
M: I already talked to the teachers and the school prinicipal kanina and I am sure we can speak to them again with the other child's parents if that is what you want, and discuss with them to prevent this from happening again.
R: Like hell we will! *he yelled again as he rose to his feet, hands finding his hips, turning to glare at M* Hahanapin ko kung saan ang bahay ng punyetang batang daga na yun, and I'll show him what's what. Nobody messes with my girl. I'm serious Maine, he has no idea what he is in for!
M: *looking horrified* Richard, watch your language!
Aycee: *standing up from the bed* Daddy.. *R's rant fell silent, looking back to his daughter, who sniffed, straightening her shoulders, before looking back to him* It's okay. I took care of it. *she raised a finger to silence his protests looking so very like her mother at that moment* He was simply annoying me. Pulling my hair. Trying to trip me up. So I took care of it.
R: *stared at Aycee for a moment, before he grinned proudly, smugly shooting a grin at M* That's my girl! Taking control, taking no crap—
M: *groaning* Hay jusko, Dad language please! How many times do I have to remind you?
R: *ignoring M* So what happened? You tell him that the our president is none other than your Ninong Vico and you are his favorite inaanak?
Aycee: I hit him. *R's face twisted to one of horror, and he stared at her, mouth hanging open, Aycee blinking innocently*
R: Athena Celestine Mendoza Faulkerson. You hit another child?!
Aycee: nodded, batting her eyelashes, the very hint of a smirk twisting at the corner of her mouth* Well, I kicked my chair towards him to where it will hit his knees and he fell to the ground. I saw that from my taekwondo teacher, Daddy.. Does that count as hitting?
M: * her own smirk was unmissable, gently bumping her hip against her husband as she passed* Ayan, you heard the whole story, kalmado ka na? Gusto mo pa ba sumugod? Which reminds me, I must speak to her taekwondo teacher tomorrow.
R: *still staring at his young daughter dumbfounded, as his wife continous to stand across him with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised* You kicked a chair?! You're only seven!!
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