Chapter Two: Next of Kin

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Gin's Point of View

I tried not to grit my teeth in anger when I heard what he said. He wants me back. After throwing me out of the country for five years, now he will call me up and tell me to come home.

Gusto kong tumawa nang malakas na may halong pang-uuyam. I wanted to tell him that I don't want to come back!

But I can't.

My grandfather is one of the legal authorities at the house that I cannot go up against with. Mas higit na kinakatakutan ko ang lolo kumpara sa sarili kong ama.

"If this is a big joke, Lolo, you should have informed me so I could laugh out so loud," may halong pang-uuyam na sabi ko. Matapos niya akong ipatapon sa LA five years ago now he wants me back! And maybe he doesn't have the courage to tell me to come back kaya ang Lolo ang pinatawag niya sa akin.

"Mind that tone, young man," he reprimanded seriously. "He is your father! You are a De Villa!"

Naningkit ang mga mata ko. "After he threw me out of the country with just my backpack on and with no money at all, ngayon ay ipapatawag niya ako and asking me to come back? Hindi ko alam na nagiging komedyante na ang Papa. Bakit? Ayaw na ba ng Mama na tumakbo sa susunod na governatorial race? And now suddenly he needs me?" I couldn't stop the lace of pain and bitterness in my voice.

I am Eugene Carlos De Villa, the only son of Governor Edmundo De Villa and the heir of the throne of my father in politics. My family is all about politics. Mula sa lolo ko na retired PNP General and ex-Senator and down to my father who is running his last term as a Governor on our province. My mother, who has no interest in politics became his replacement every time na natatapos ang termino niya.

Ganon tumatakbo sa dugo ng mga De Villa ang pulitika.

But my mother is not a born politician. And maybe she got tired of replacing my father to the position and find the reason to make me come home to replace him.

I hate politics.

I was not born for it. Bata pa lamang ako namulat na ako sa pulitika, mula kay Lolo at sa mga tiyuhin ko na nasa pulitika rin. And at my age of 11 I know I will never enter the politics.

I want to be a lawyer.

And that's why from LA I transferred to Massachusetts so I could study at HLS taking up law.

"Carlos! You cannot deny the fact that you are a De Villa, you have a responsibility to our name!"

Responsibility! As if it is the only air to breathe.

"Baka nakakalimutan mo, Lolo, na I am taking up law and this is my second year now! I cannot give it up!" I said indignantly. Pero alam ko na wala naman akong magagawa oras na gustuhin iyon ng lolo.

I wanted to live away from my birthright.

Dahil kahit kailan hindi ko gugustuhin na luminya sa kanila. O sa maduming laro ng pulitika.

Ilang saglit na katahimikan.

The man on the other line sighed. Malumanay na ang boses nito nang magsalita.

"You are going home, Carlos. And you will be here at your father's birthday or a battalion will carry you back to the Philippines!"

Namatay na ang linya. I clenched my jaw. How I hate them!

The domineering authorities that happened to be my family!

HANGGANG makauwi ako sa tinutuluyan kong bahay malapit sa HLS ay mainit na mainit ang ulo ko. Hindi ko akalain na sa isang iglap lamang ay mawawala ang kalayaan na matagal kong natamasa mula ng ipatapon ako ng Papa sa LA.

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