Chapter 4 Brother

=NYLANYER POINT OF VIEW=

I'm on my way home because my class is over. I'm lucky because I have Mae now because she is the only one who can control my behavior.

Then I don't have the habit of wandering around, because I'm afraid they might judge me because my eyes are different from theirs. I used contact lenses, but still, they just discriminate against me.

As we walked, my cellphone vibrated. So I looked at my messages and, as usual, only my husband and Mae texted me.

From: My Husband

Go home safely and drive carefully. See you later. I love you, wife.

"Yieeeehh, I don't know that he has this sweet side," Mae said with a laugh, but I just ignored it.

How sweet hihihihi, Earlier I hoped I got home. If you let me go home with you, I hope you don't worry about this or text me. Tsked! But I just answered his text, so I might get angry again.

To: My Husband

Yeah, I know, you too. I love you too, hubby.

"Where are you?" I asked Mae, because she had been stunned before.

"You just brought me home. I have diarrhea," she said. That's why he was so red.

"Wait for me here; I'll take Bumblebee," I told her, and she nodded in response. Anyway, the name of my car is Bumblebee, because I idolize transformers, especially Bee. Lame if lame, I don't care.

As soon as I arrived at the parking lot, I immediately went inside and turned it on. Even though I'm nervous, I still go to see my friend.

"Come in quickly," I told her as I was in front of her. She complied, and sat in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry, I'm starving. Open the window and feel sorry for your health," she said again, so I hurriedly opened the window of my car because it's automatic.

"You're serious. Are you going to kill me?" I asked her as I drove to their subdivision.

"I'm sorry, I've eaten too much, so that's it." He frowned, so I just patted his back before I turned to their house. How could her stomach hurt? She ate almost everything that her suitor laid down. If I'm not mistaken, Henry is his name. But I don't care. I just care about the foul smell.

"Thanks for the delivery, labyoo," she yelled at me as she got down before she ran away. I even waved to my aunt because I saw them at the window of their house. Before I left, I blew my horn.

I was just shaking my head as I was on my way home, thinking about the funny incident with my friends, until I reached the parking lot of our house. The maid closed the gate.

When I got out of my car, I entered our house. But I'm still confused with my husband's changes.

Why did that man suddenly change? The mood is always changing, so I can't spell the habit he has. When I stepped inside, it was quiet. Tsked!

I was able to go up to my room, so as I was walking to the second floor, I saw Yaya Claring cooking dinner. She opened and even closed the gate for me.

I knew she was tired, so instead of going up the stairs, I went to her place and left my belongings with the culprit.

"Oh good afternoon, Señorita, you came home," she said to me, and I nodded and smiled at her.

"Yes, just go up stairs to change my uniform, then I'll come back to help you," I told her. I have called her mother since I was a child. I'm used to it.

"All right, señorita," she said to me, but before I could walk, I hugged her from behind.

Before, I ran to the stairs and when I could change. As soon as I entered my room, I went straight to my closet to get some house clothes. Yes, I'll assist mother Claring in the kitchen.I chose my cotton shorts, and I just put on a pink shirt after going out.

But just as I was coming down, there was a knock on the door. Instead of my mother doing it, it was me, while I was scratching my head. But I feel like Mom is following behind me. When I opened it, it was even more scratchy because I didn't know this one.

"Señorito!" I heard my mother say, and she herself opened the door completely. As I left there, on mom's back.

"Hey, Nylan, it's been a long time since I've seen you," he said. I just nodded and smiled at him because I didn't know him, so I scratched my elbow before I asked him.

"Who are you?" was what I asked him, while looking at him sitting at Mom's signal that he would sit down.

"You don't remember me?" he said, and I nodded in succession to it. Also, will I ask him if I know him or remember him? Tsked!

"If I remember you, why should I ask you?" I replied sarcastically to him while looking at him with "Are you crazy?"

"I'm James Zalazar Goggins at your service," he said, with a smirk on his lips. Seeing his name, I don't really know him anymore. The hell!

"Mom, I don't know him," I said to my mother, who was pale. So I approached her and touched her forehead. She was not in pain. Hayst!

"J-James, what are you doing here?" Mom took my hand away from her forehead and smiled at me before she asked our guest who was sitting in front.

"I'm here to visit my sister-in-law, of course, you manang, and especially to my brother. Anyway, where's my brother?" He replied to my mother, who was just looking at it.

So, I just watched them talk. Duh! That's why this one is known as "I don't talk to strangers," right? Even though he's my husband's youngest brother, you know, Goggins is his username, so this one is literally his brother or cousin.

My mother replied, "Oh, señorito Dylan isn't here yet," as she handed me the juice she was holding that should have been for me, so I just rolled my eyes.

"Thank you, Nay Claring!" It definitely took hold of its juices.

"Just wait for your brother here, señorito because we're just cooking," said mom. He nodded, so my mother pulled me to go with her. Because I was curious, I asked her.

"Mom,! Who is he?" I whispered to her as we walked towards the kitchen.

"Your husband's brother," she answered simply but also in a whisper. See, I told you, my husband's brother or cousin.

"Is he known mom?" curious when I asked my mother, until I sat in a chair here in the kitchen.

"Ask your husband later, my daughter," she told me. So I just nodded in agreement.

Besides, we just focused on cooking because my husband was about to go home. We just prepared menudo, kare-kare, and adobong chicken, plus rice and juice.

I'm the slicer. My mother is the mixer, and it's cooked.

So when it was cooked, we served it at a long table.

We were already in the middle of fixing it when we heard the horn, a sign that my husband was already there.

I smiled as I did what I was doing, as I hummed a song.

But I was distracted by Dylan's shouting and the crunchy cheapness. So I hurried to see him and to see what was going on.

"What are you f*cking doing here, James?" my husband asked his brother, who was looking at him wickedly as he removed his necktie. Oh no.

While depressed, James said, "I just want to visit you, brother," although he was obviously afraid of my husband.

"Well, as you can see, I'm f*cking okay. Now leave," he said while removing the shoes.

At the same time, he said, "Yeah I know, and I met your wife. She's stunning and beautiful. You just don't have a heart and you're driving me away." He said this with a smirk, but I was just stunned when he said, "Tsked."

"Damn it! Just f*cking back off James, she's mine," his eyes glazed over as he looked at it and he even cornered his brother. I was just shaking my head.

"Let's eat," I just told them to end their quarrel. They both looked at me. So awkward!

I just saw that Dylan let go of James and walked to my place, then he kissed me on the lips and right in front of my mother, Claring, and his brother. It's humiliating.

"Hey! How's your day, wife? Anyway, I just want to say that I really love you so much, wife, so much, that no matter what happens, don't leave me okay," he said to me as he leveled our foreheads. I was still embarrassed because someone was looking at us.

"Yeah, I will," I promised, then I kissed him, but just smack, because I'm embarrassed.

"Now let's eat. Dinner is ready," I said to him and to his brother, who was gaping while looking at us.

So I started to walk to the dining room. while shaking

While we were eating, I was anxious and couldn't concentrate on my food. My husband's brother looked at me every time I took a bite. I was confused, so I bowed.

My husband said, "Stop fucking staring at my wife, James," while clenching his fist. He also felt his brother's staring at me.

"I-I'm not staring at her," he stammered, and immediately looked at what he was eating. I just scratched my head.

"Tsked! I'll rip your head out right here, right now," said my husband, who dropped his jaw, because I knew that anger was just holding back, so I held her hand inside the table.

He looked at me, so I smiled at him. And I looked at him like I was saying, 'Control your temper' and then he looked at me with, 'yeah, I'll try' so I smiled at him, but I would have let go of his hand.

But he just folded them, so at the end, we ate holding hands. Until we finish eating.

"So how's mom and dad?" my husband asked, as we sat in the living room.

"They are fine, brother," he replied, while eating pop-corn.

"Hubby, can I go upstair?" I whispered to my husband because I wanted them to talk.

"Yeah, sure wifey," he said to me, so I stood up, but before that, he kissed me first, just smack.

But I could see James glaring at us. So I hurriedly left and went upstairs to enter my room. I will be imprisoned there first because I am a little afraid of his brother.

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=DYLAN MARCO POINT OF VIEW=

I'm annoyed because my fucking brother is here. And I hate the way he looks at my wife. Yeah, I know that since he met my wife in our marriage, he looked at her differently, like my wife was different from all the women he knew.

So when my wife said she was going up, I immediately agreed. As I looked up at my wife, I also caught my brother looking at my wife, so I clenched my fist again.

"So, what is the true reason for your visit to my home?" I cracked at him because he had been looking at the stairs before, even though my wife was not in our sight.

"The truth, brother," he smirked at me, as if he was there for a reason other than to see me.

I told him, "Yeah, just f*cking tell me the truth," because I was angry. This one is just frustrating.

"Your wife---" He couldn't continue what he was going to say because I stood up and punched him. He has no right to take away the only one I have.

"Don't you dare try to touch my wife, even her finger, or else I will forget that you are my brother and you know that I can kill you," I told him while glaring at him.

"I know, brother, how possessive you are," he laughed and said as he raised both his hands.

"I just really want to visit you. It's your turn to visit me," he said to me again while frowning.

"Tsked, anyway, how is he?" I said to him and nodded at him.

"Yeah, I admit brother, I like your wife, but that was before, tsked, I just love teasing you, and about the Lord, he's fine now," he said, as if what he said was funny.

"Your wife is just yours, I don't want to be third wheel to both of you, and by the way brother, I'm here to remind you that Claire it will be here in a next day," he said. again to me, as I turn on a beer.

"I know," if said boredly here.

"What is your plan, brother? You know that we need to protect your wife," he said to me. Of course, I was still thinking about that because the radar of that woman's cuckoo was different. And I will tell the truth to my wife about who I really am.

"Yeah, I'll do it, brother," I said as I sipped the beer I was holding.

"Okay brother, I'm gonna go, take care of your stunning and beautiful wife," he told me with a laugh and he got up and ran out because he knew what he could do, so I just raised the middle I finger him.

"You know, brother, you better reduce your possessiveness, because that's deadly," I heard him say. While he was coming out of our house,

When he was gone, I got up and went back to the ref to get a beer and drank it. Just to put it to sleep, while I was drinking it, I saw my wife coming down the stairs. Maybe it will take water. So I just let him go until he got close to my place.

What should I do? I really want to say what Shade told me, but I have a fear that is bothering my system that he might hate me. I just looked at him as he drank the water. He must have approached me.

"Something bothering you, hubby?" she asked me, while washing the glass he drank from.

"Ahm nothing," I said, because I wasn't ready to say what I wanted to tell him.

"Liar, come and open up to me," she said to me and leaned on the sink in front of me.

"Did you still accept me as your wife if I told you why?"I asked her because I was scared. I was scared of losing her.

"Of course, I will accept you. I'm your wife, so don't worry. No matter what happens, I'll accept you," she said to me while holding my hand. So I was shaken.

I said, "Im Mafia," as directed to her, but she didn't even react to what I said. She was just looking at me.

"Hmmmm! The Mafia, those who kill even innocent people, don't they?" she said. Suddenly, my world stopped. Is this what I'm afraid of if it happens?

"Yes, I'm not just a mafia member, but a mafia boss, a leader, the highest, and I care about the innocent people they kill. I'm not like that. I'm different. I mean, my organization is different from the other organization, "I said and grew her eyes looked at me. As if shocked, eventually she smiled.

"I've known your secret for a long time, hubby," she said, while she was still shaking her head. What I know is that she has known for a long time that she didn't ask me. So I looked at her curiously, so she spoke again.

"When I came home, hmmm one day from school, I saw you with five men in black. You were holding different guns, so I knew you were not an ordinary person. Hahaha," she said to me again. So she saw that when we took the weapons here at my mansion.

"So you are not afraid of your husband, wife?" I asked her while scratching my head. My intoxication suddenly disappeared because of what I found out.

"Why should I?" She said to me, so I could do nothing but hug her tightly and kiss her forehead. Because I'm happy and I really love her until my death because she accepts me for who I really am.