Dyma's Maiden

Let me start this story by saying...

I HATE Dirhams.

People look at them like they’re the most powerful people, like they’re Kings and Queens, like they rule the world or something. Gahd! Kadalasan ko pa ngang maririnig ang tungkol sa kanila kesa sa dad ko. Dad ko?

He’s the PRESIDENT of this country. Technically speaking, he’s THE RULER.

So why is it, mas SIKAT pa ang mga Dirhams kesa sa dad ko?! I cannot simply accept this! I’m the FIRST DAUGHTER of this country, so I should be superior amongst them all!

“Yaya! Sunugin mo ang magazine na iyan. Nasisira ang mata ko!” I squeal as I throw the magazine on the floor. Dali namang pinunit ng Yaya ko ang magazine at pumunta sa balcony ng room ko. Naglabas siya ng  lighter at itinuon iyon sa magazine.

Hmmph! How dare them. Two page iyong mino-model ng Danielle Marie Dirham na iyon tapos sa’kin... one page?! I’m more cuter, more lovable, and I’m the FIRST DAUGHTER... aren’t they afraid of me? Don’t they look up to me?!

Tinignan ko ang kabuuan ng room ko: blue and pink with large draperies and laces, and the furnitures are all Europe-made for my taste – the princess taste. Even this chair I am sitting on looks like a throne fit for a princess like me.

Inayos ko ang pagkakaupo and crossed my legs like a lady I am. Pagpasok ni Yaya pagkatapos abuhin iyo’ng magazine, her eyebrow quickly quirks up at my demeanor at my own throne. Bakit ba?! Eh, nagfi-feeling Queen ako ngayon eh!

“Sabihin mo nga Yaya, bakit hindi sila interesado sa’kin? Bakit hindi sila natatakot sa’kin? Bakit pang one-page lang ako?!” singhal ko kay Yaya while I maintain on my Queen position: head high, stomach in (kasi hindi pa tinutubuan ang chest ko), and crossed-leg.

Pansin ko’ng gusto’ng matawa ni Yaya sa mga pinagtatanong ko and it annoys me. But I held my tongue ang frustratingly awaits for her opinion. I’m more eager for that than hear her mocking laugh.

Nang mapansin niya talagang seryoso ako at hindi ko gusto ang pashiver-shiver niya habang pinipigilan ang tawa, nagsalita na siya. Thank God. “Ikaw bata ka, talaga. Syempre walang seseryoso sayo kasi eight-years old ka pa. Tsaka bakit ka nila katatakutan eh ang cute-cute mo...” I quickly cover my cheeks with my hands nang balak niyang pisilin ang ample cheeks ko. “... you should be happy na model ka na at such a young age at solo mo parati ang isang page ng mga magazine.”

“But I want the two-page like that damn Dirham girl! Pipityugi lang ang one-page!” I shouted and pouted.

Yaya chuckles. “At san mo naman napulot ang salitang pipityugi?”

“Don’t change the topic.” I sneered and crossed my arms to show my point.

“Aw, ang cute mo talaga. But then again, we can’t erase the fact that your still an eight-years old, at hindi ka pa masyadong interesting sa mata ng mga tao. Sa ngayon, cute ka lang, but in the upcoming years-”