Chapter 5 5

"Is HE your brother?" I asked her.

"He is my brother I was referring to earlier at the JE Rousville school. He is Jaive Eltain S. Rousville, he is 28 years old, Blaise and the child next to you who is super clingy just like her Dada is about to turn three years old," he explained and I was even more surprised. Irish just turning three years old? But the way she talks and her little body. Because he's chubby, huh? You would think he was four years old.

"You mean, it's only two years old?" I was surprised to ask that he nodded. "But why is he speaking so directly? He doesn't even have trouble speaking and he's also quick to understand?" I asked stunned.

"Because Kuya Jaive's fatherhood is hands-on with him. My brother is too serious and he doesn't talk to her in a boring way. He directly teaches his son to speak and he really takes care of Rish," her statement.

"But she's so sweet and she even mistook me for her Mommy. Why do I look like his Mommy, Jaelly?" I asked with interest in knowing the truth in my voice. He shook his head at me.

"That's just the way he is. When he is comfortable with someone he will call him Mommy. But he just did it now."

"Eh, how do you know that when he is comfortable, he will call a woman mommy?" I asked him curiously. He smiled.

"His Daddy himself said that, eh. That's an inheritance from Kuya Jaive," he said and pointed to his silent nephew.

"And besides," I said and looked at their stairs. "Why is your brother like that? He hugs too."

"Oh, that. That's normal for us. It's the same when my brother has a fever. He kisses his human pillow because it makes his body warm-wait, before you think about that, Blaise, huh. Warm up his body in a nice way, okay? Because he is cold and when he has someone to hug, he calms down. You won't make him cold anymore. Because that's how he is, eh. Mommy is the one who often takes care of him whenever he is in such a state," I promised at length that now I understood. "Sorry about that, Blaise. My brother is not really a pervert. That's kind even if it's serious and quiet. Don't charge him with sexual harassment, huh?"

He pointed to my uniform again. It's already tangled and one of its buttons has come off.

"I won't do that, Jaelly," I said and looked at Irish. "But my family will be surprised when they see this," I added and pointed my nose at my uniform. "Especially my two older brothers," I added and took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, Rish and I will take you to your house and it will be up to my nephew to explain that to your parents," he laughed. I just shook my head because why would the Irish explain my crumpled uniform and one button missing?

Even when they did deliver me, Irish still really didn't want to leave me. I am the one who is nervous about him because he might cry when they go home after they drop me off. When we arrived at our mansion, Jaelly was still amazed by what she saw.

"Auntie, Mommy's house is beautiful, isn't it?" And it really knows that this is our home.

I was still supporting him to get down but he just raised his two small arms so I couldn't do anything but lift him up.

"Yes, Rish." He even clapped his hands because he was so happy.

"Come on in, Jaelly," I invited my friend. I hope Mommy is at home so she can meet my new classmate and become my friend.

It was already afternoon when I delivered because Irish still wanted to play with me. She's such a cute baby that I can't refuse her, I don't have the heart to do that. Her perfume doesn't run out on her body even though I kissed her several times, reaching her neck.

"Wow, your house is the same size, Blaise, eh. You are also rich. As a matter of fact, I no longer doubted. Because the students at RU are all rich kids," he said.

"Blaise?" Mother Olev called me in shock when she saw me. He is our servant who has been serving our family for a long time. He is also the one who often takes care of me whenever Mommy and Daddy are busy. So he is like our family.

"Is Mommy home yet, Mom?" I politely asked him. He quickly nodded.

"He is in the study room. Wait, hija. I'll just call," he said and I nodded. It is already in a hurry to leave.

"Thank you. Have a sit, Jaelly," I told her. When I sat down, I let Irish sit on my lap again.

"Our university is a long way from here, right, Blaise?" Jaelly asked me and I nodded. I play with Irish's beautiful fingers. He has a bracelet and a ring, it's so small that's why it's cute. He has a long finger, because he may have inherited it from his daddy.

His father is a big man and I have also seen his hands. The shapes are like this.

"If you drive fast, you'll get there soon," I said and even though I didn't order anyone to bring snacks for us, our servant did it voluntarily because that's what Mommy often asked them to do.

"Mom, Jaelly's niece. Look at her. He is really the reason why my uniform is like this," I said.

"Sorry," he said innocently.

"She's just your niece? Why did you say last week it was your son?" brother Blaize asked coldly and I looked at them confused.

"You know each other, Kuya and Jaelly?" I asked them.

"No."

"Yes," they answered in unison but their responses were different. Jaelly's answer is no and Kuya's answer is yes.

"Who is telling you the truth?" I asked them both. Jaelly just shook her head and took a bite of food as if she didn't want to answer anymore. "Brother?"

"Don't change the topic, Blaise. Why did you go out and I should be the one to pick you up but I just found out that you are not there anymore. Where have you been?" he asked me.

"How did you know that I went out and you and Kuya Blaike really rushed here?"

"We were outside together, Blaise. I just went home early because I had a headache," Kuya Blaike explained. "Manang, please bring me a glass of water to my room, and Ms. Rousville, feel at home."

My eyes widened when Kuya said my friend's surname. Does he know Jaelly? How come he met Jaelly and Kuya Blaize too?

Kuya left to go to his room and my other brother stood beside my friend so he distanced himself from him. Mommy sat next to me.

"Hello, what's your name?" Mommy asked Irish.

"I'm Anderly Irish E. Rousville," she answered politely. Why is he not afraid of Mommy?

"Wow, it's really a full name. You are such a beautiful child and you are so tender to my baby girl," said Mommy and Irish looked up at me. I smiled at him.

"Ah, you're my Mommy's Mom?" this innocent question to my mother only to make Mommy laugh out loud.

"So, you're clingy to my baby because you thought she's your Mom. Jaelly, hija." He turned to Jaelly.

"Y-Yes, Aunt?"

"Just eat there, ha. Your niece is cute."

"Yes, he is my brother's son, eh."

"Blaize, go up to your room. You're scaring our guest," Mommy pushed my older brother away.

It still violently stood up and I saw Kuya's simple caress on Jaelly's arm. What? What do they have? Something seems strange, eh.

I could clearly see how Jaelly's whole body trembled. He didn't seem afraid that my brother would do something to him because both of his cheeks were red.

"Are you okay, Jaelly hija?" Mommy asked and he noticed her tomato colored cheeks.