Lahat ng Kabanata ng BR(ok)EN: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

“ANSWER ME YOU SLUT! Since when?!”“Sorry mom! I’m sorry!”“Fucking slut! When will you stop being useless?!”As I pushed the main door open, I saw mom throw her handbag across the room and stomps angrily towards my sister. On the other hand, Ayle tries to prop herself up on her elbow, but collapsed in an instant.“Mom, stop!”Mom ignores me and continue grabbing my sister’s hair, forcing her to look at mom. “Tell me, since when you started seeing him again?”“I- not-”“Speak properly!”With that, mom forcefully bangs Ayle’s head, causing it to bump on the wall. She then proceeds to grab Ayle by her throat, once again, keeping her eyes at mom. I run towards them and try to separate Ayle from mom.“Mom, stop it! You might kill her!”Mom shot me a furious look after loosen her hand around Ayle’s ne

We ran back through the treesStaring up through the leavesNot a cloud to be seenAnd the birds were still singing for usAnd the sun had drawn nearAnd the sounds we could hearWere so sweet and so clearAnd the world it was gleaming for usGleaming for us I hummed softly to the song of Anson Seabra being sung by some street performers. I sighed as the song ended, then they start singing another song I don’t think I have ever heard before. Tapping my foot softly on the wet grass, I choose to look around the park. It’s almost nine at night but the park is still packed.I have been eyeing the ice cream stall which is only about twenty feet away from my seat. But I don’t want to move, because if I do, my seat will be taken. And I know there are most likely no seats available. Not to mention, there are up

I muttered a thank you to the waiter who just served me. I fished out my phone from my pocket, checking if there are unread chats. From: Ayle“I’m home and no, I didn’t meet him. Also, good luck for your dinner.” I tap on the picture Ayle sent me. It’s a photo of her laying on her bed while watching Netflix. I typed an ‘okay good’ to reply her. It’s seven past ten but Mom isn’t here yet, and so does her business partner.I decided to surf the social media and go to Rosie’s account to see if there is any new update, but I found none. I checked on my last chat, which was an hour ago asking her what is she doing. Rosie hasn’t read my chat yet. I huffed and decided to shove back my phone inside my suit.As I looked up, I saw the waiter who served me earlier, is walking towards my table with a girl. Is this mom’s business partne

Nervous is an understatement. I’m literally freaking out. My feet keep bouncing on its own. It’s like a cycle every time I realized and stopped it, then it will go back bouncing shortly. The last time I feel like this, is when I was still a junior who screwed up my work and wait for Maggy to beat my ass.Rosie and I are currently on our way to the restaurant mom has reserved. The dinner is at seven, which means around half an hour from now. But this is basically my family and Rosie’s first meeting, so I wouldn’t want to leave any bad impression, especially being late.Rosie looks all good tonight with her an off-shoulder maroon dress. It is a high low dress with its front a bit above her knee. She wears a white high heel which makes her almost as tall as I am. I swear she could wear a sack and still pull it off. It’s embarrassing how I shamelessly staring at Rosie when I picked her up earlier until she snapped me out of my daydream.

“I will forgive you this time. Just don’t repeat it.” “Mistake? What mistake are you talking about, mom?” I should’ve known better than to come home tonight. It’s almost twelve and I come home to mom waiting for me in the living room. It’s been a long night and I just hope to come home to a peaceful house. I guess it was too much to ask. I sighed and flop down onto the couch. “You were too much.” I said, referring to the dinner earlier. I heard mom scoffed, “that bartender really did something to you, huh?” “I didn’t see anything wrong with liking her.” Mom’s face screams disapproval. She snorted, “that impolite bartend-” “Mom, her name is Rosie. And no, she is polite. She greeted you, remember? It was you who ignore her!” I cut her off. I realized I just raised my voice, for the second time tonight. Mom looked at me in disbelief. Her eyes flashed with anger, but she decided to stay calm. “You are not the Alex I know. A