Novel & Cerita Cerita Papa Nakal

"Ikinalulungkot ko itong sabihin sa'yo anak pero...ang lalaking pakakasalan mo...ay..." "Ituloy niyo Papa..." pigil hininga kong sabi. "ay isang anak ng...mafia..." Pagtutuloy ni Papa. Napapikit ako kasabay ng pagtulo ng luha ko kahit pa alam ko na ang tungkol doon. Totoong hindi ako binibiro ng pandinig ko. Totoo iyon. Totoong siya ay kalaban. Pinahid ko ang luha ko at sinalubong ang tingin ni Papa. "Siya ba, Papa?"

Tahimik ako sandali. Ayoko sana ikwento. Ayoko nang idagdag sa problema niya 'yung gulo sa buhay ko pero si Sean kasi 'yung klase ng tao na parang kusang hinihila palabas lahat ng tinatago mo. So I told him. Everything because I trust him. Tungkol sa update ni Papa. Tungkol sa kaso. Tungkol sa lawyer. Tungkol sa takot ko na baka hindi namin kayanin.

papa says. “The story goes like this. It started the day I was made the president of the north-west region of the Italian mafia group. I came to pick you and your brother up from school that day, when your brother and I got shot. If you can remember—you were 12 years old while Antonio was 16. After we got shot I told you to go and get help, but by the time you came back I was not there anymore. The next time I woke up I did not see you again, so I guess you came back after Fedrigo had already found your brother and me. I was in a coma for two years. It’s all thanks to Fedrigo and his wife—who did not give up on me—that I can see you again, my dear. After I woke up I asked Fedrigo to help me

Papa was a meticulous man especially when it was affiliated to his family. When there was a spillage, there would be a lot of commotion as people would rush out with their children to get a taste of their natural resources but not Papa and Mama. They adhered strictly to their norms “people are causing more harm to themselves” Papa would always point out. My papa was not scared of anything, he would be bold even if a death threat was hanging on his neck. He always had the maxim saying “fear no one except God”.

But Pappa had been playing hide-and-seek with us for days now. Shit. He must've found out we were in France. He probably heard we met up with Magnus and his wife. Now Pappa wouldn't even reply to my texts. I didn't want to rat him out to Interpol. Not even to the local cops, like Magnus suggested. I especially hated the thought of forcing Mamma to testify against Pappa in court. Often I thought she's the traditional, younger trophy wife of a full-blown narcissist: submissive, toxically idealistic, and mostly too brainwashed to make her own judgments and decisions.

Kaniya-kaniyang asaran lalo angmga ito ngunit kaagad din namang tumahimik. "After that, medyo nag-isip ako. Kasi sobrang hirap ng sitwasyon namin ni mama. Namatay kasi si papa at wala talaga kaming makapitan. Hindi ko kayang makita si mama na tanggapin ang lahat ng labahan." Nag-umpisang mag-init ang sulok na bahagi ng kaniyang mata. "Wala akong nagawa kung 'di ang pumayag sa deal niya. Kinabukasan, may kasama siyang attorney. Akala ko nga hindi siya marunong tumupad sa usapan, pero wala, e. Hahahaha. Kaya naman pala niya. Nagulat ako nang makita siya sa kusina namin. Kausap nila si mama. Tapos, ayon. Hindi ko akalain na mamahalinko siya."

Nagpalakpakan ang mga ito. 'Hypocrite!' hindi niya alam pero naduduwal talaga siya. Nung nakaraan nga sa party ng papa niya binara nito yung stepmom niya at sinabing wala itong say tungkol sa kanya. Napakaplastic ng pinagsasabi at walang positibo kang mararamdaman sa presensiya nito. Plus the fact na kilala niya kung anong klaseng mga nilalang ang nasa harapan niya. They may clap their hands to death but she knows how they want to take the place of my father as the biggest money maker in the family.

Pappa had definitely been f*cking her. Proserpina Delano's eyes lit up as she saw Claude but Pappa beat her to it. “What is it, son?’ growled the Mafia Don. Claude felt embarrassed; he knew his father could not keep his hands off Mumma; when he was growing up, he had heard bawdy details of what a great, lusty man his Pappa had been, his unbelievable, indefatigable sexual prowess, the endless stream of wh*res and mistresses who had kept him pleasured; until he got seriously attached to his much younger wife, that is.

She asked. Papa looked at her and,nod his head "your mother.....your mother...." wait did he find out,no way maybe.... "your mother is an adulteress" Papa drop the bomb,Sara gasp "it a lie my mom can never do that,she loves you dad am sure it a misunderstanding right?" she said looking at her mom,but she remain silent "mom you don't do it right" Sara ask with tears in her eyes,her mom ignored her and continue begging papa "please,am soo sorry"