Chapter 2 One: Part One

CHAPTER 1: Part 1

A loud noise startled Ivyna awake. And it's no other than, her parents' arguments. To avoid hearing her parents' argument, she covered her ears with the pillow she was hugging. Their squabbles would have always woken her up early in the morning.

Even though she was used to it, it irritated her whenever it happened. Because who doesn't? Instead of sleeping peacefully, their fight will keep you awake. Regardless of who it was, you were irritated becuase of it.

But instead of intervening in their argument, she simply stood back and pretended she hadn't heard or seen anything.

Her mother was a loquacious women and her father was a alcoholic-addict person. They began bargaining with each other when she was in high school. There is no day exemption for their fights.

"FU*KING AS*HOLE! MALVIN, YOU'RE FU*KING SH*IT!" Her mother shouted angrily.

"FU*K YOU TOO, BIT*CH! YOU'RE A HEARTLESS WOMEN! YOUR FU*KING IRRITATED VOICE MADE ME FU*CKING SICK!" Her father yelled back.

"YOU'RE FU*KING BREAKFAST IS ALCOHOL, REALLY?! WOULDN'T YOUR DAY BE COMPLETE IF YOU DIDN'T DRINK FU*KING ALCOHOL?!"

"YEAH, SO FU*KING WHAT?! DON'T MIND MY FUC*KING BUSINESS!"

"IT WOULD BE NICE IF YOU USE YOUR MONEY FOR BUYING YOUR ALCOHOL! BUT, NO! YOU'RE NOW IN DEPT EVERY STORE IN OUR STREET! WHAT YOU GONNA DO? WAIT FOR US TO PAY IT FOR YOU?! DREAM ON, AS*HOLE!"

"WHAT THE USE OF YOU IF YOU DIDN'T PAY FOR IT?! HUH?! YOUR NOT FU*KING HELPING ME AT ALL!"

"YOU FU*KING TOO! YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANY GOOD FOR US!"

Ivyna finally got out of bed and stretched her arms up. She couldn't sleep again. Who does it? Aside from their yelling at each other, things outside her room were banging and making a loud noise, keeping her awake.

"Morning," she greeted herself. She went to the bathroom to wash her face before changing her clothes.

When she went outside of her room and saw how sloppy their belongings were, she was unsurprised. Most of their belongings were broken, cut off, or not in their proper place.

'Great.' She thought.

She shut her door and walked carefully towards their kitchen. Her parents' voices could be heard from their backyard. She felt sorry for their neighbors who were still sleeping at this hour.

She brewed a cup of coffee for herself and retrieved the bread from their refrigerator before taking a seat at their dining table. While biting the bread, she received a message from a co-waker named July.

She opened it and read.

JULY:

Beh, maybe I'll be late. How about you?

She immediately composed a reply.

IVYNA:

So Am I. HAHAHAHAHA!

She finished her breakfast before her parents went back inside. She went back to her room and took a shower. She fixed herself in order to get ready for work. While she was getting ready, her parents continued to argue. She didn't bother putting herself in the middle of them.

She was overall fixed herself but her parents aren't yet. Their arguments went in a circular topic- from alcohol, dad's chicken, mom's plants, money, clothes, things up to any other things that they're saw.

She put a light red lipstick on her lips. She stood and stare her reflection to the mirror. She looked good in their office attire. After an hour of fixing herself, she left their home with her parents still arguing.

She arrived at her workplace as quickly as her parents changed their arguments. She was late because the jeep in which she was riding flattened on the way.

"Good morning, Miss Ivy." Then guard greeted her with a wide smile.

She smiled. "Good morning too."

"You're late, ma'am."

She nodded. "Heavy traffic."

She bid him a goodbye and went inside. Despite the fact that their company has an elevator, she usually took the stairs. It's just that she was traumatized by it. It happened when she was eight, her mother forgot about her, and because it was crowded the elevator was and she didn't know who she was with, she cried until she passed out. How happy, right? Her own mother forgot her inside of it.

"I expected you to be first before me. But look, I got first." July said while smiling.

She put down her bag to her table and sat down. She glimpsed at her.

"Heavy traffic." She answered.

July nodded. "By the way, have you done the papers for today?"

She pouted as she remembered. "Not yet. Oh, righ, was boss here already?"

She nodded. "Yep."

"Okay! Ha! Let's start!"

TAESE was annoyed by the person who was calling on his phone. He didn't answer it and ended it several times, but the caller persisted in wanting to speak with him. For the last time, he ended it again! For fucking sake!He's preoccupied with the papers that have piled up on his office table! He doesn't want anyone bothering him.

But the caller called again! He sagged the ballpen he was holding and responded.

"What now, mom? I'm fu- I'm busy!" He retorted angrily.

"Are you deaf or something, Tease, hijo?" The irritation could her from her voice. "I called you many times and you didn't answer it! How dare you to do that to me? To your mother!?"

He rolled his eyes as he heard her mother's statement. Isn't obvious? He refused to speak with her. He has no intention to argue with her. He has a lot of work ahead of him. And he doesn't want to get into an argument with her.

He took a deep breath, relaxing himself.

"Mom, I said busy. I had a backlog of papers to sign that needed for this day!" He said. "Why did you call, anyway?"

"You sound as if you don't want to talk to me. Is that correct, Taese?Don't youwant to speak with the person who gave birth to you, huh?" He was struck by her mother's dramatic tone.

'She's at it again'. He pondered. 'I wish I hadn't been born'.

He had a strained relationship with both his father and mother. They have not treated him as if he weren't their son. He didn't feel love from the two at all even a little.

Even though he had everything he desired, he needed love from them to be feel happy. But now that he's grown, he doesn't feel any love, which is why he's rude and appeared to be dead.

That is why, as he grew older, he refused to obey them. He does not comply with their wishes. Even they swear and repeat what he hears over and over. Never in his life will he submit to their wishes. NEVER. He'll only followed his grandfather.

"TAESE, ARE YOU LISTENING?! Are you still there?! Taese! Hello? Hello? Taese!" Her mother yelled angrily at him.

He sighed. "Mom, I'm really busy. Talk to you later. Bye."

"Traese-"

Without any second thought, he hung up the call. He shook his head and continued what he was doing. But then, a few minutes later, someone dailed his number again. This time, it was his father who called him.

Annoyed, he put down the ballpoint pen he was holding on the table and answered his father's call.

"What-"

"YOU HAVE NO RESPECT TO YOU MOTHER? TO US, DO YOU?!" After he answered the call, this was his father said.

He shifted the phone away from him after hearing his father's loud voice.

"WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING YOUR MOTHER'S CALL?! IS THAT HOW WE RAISED YOU?!" His father rebuked.

Did you raise me? Taese's mind was the first to think of it. What he detested the most was having his character called into question.

"Dad, if you called me because mom told her lies, must stop it now. I have a lot of work to do so please don't add up."

"YOU TRULY HAVE NO RESPECT TO US-"

Instead of listening to his father's sentiments, he, himself, ended up the call. Due to irritation, he massaged the tip of his nose. To relax himself.

"Tsk!" He continued to sign the loaded papers on his table.

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