Chapter 2

The more you give, the more you earn. The more you expect, the more you experience the ill effects of torment. 

The more troublesome the circumstance is, the more you'll battle to address the difficulty. 

The more you disdain the person, the more the possibility you'll remember you've been pondering him. Consistently, consistently, every f*cking day. 

However, that thought looked unimaginable for both of us. I gazed at him subliminally while he was caught up with holding his enlarged cheek from the slap I had done to him before. I couldn't say whether I would laugh at his abrupt impression or feel frustrated about him in light of the fact that—does his mom love him? 

The manner in which he acts before me, I feel like his folks didn't raise him well. They didn't raise him well. I can describe him as a rascal—a kid who experienced childhood in extravagance without figuring out how to regard others. For my purposes, it doesn't make any difference what he resembles. What is more significant is its inward ethical quality, its internal identity, to be definite. 

His skin tone was velvety, and I'm certain we're as old as. He looks destitute for solace on account of the manner in which he acts and looks at me. I can say that he has a genuine psychological sickness. 

"I won't ever let you off for what you did to my face!" I compromised him for harming me, yet rather than asking absolution, he just disregarded my outbursts. 

The manner in which he gazes before me currently, maybe he wasn't sore when I hit his face previously. I reserve no privilege to gripe since, in such a case that you are in my circumstance currently, it's additionally conceivable that you might believe that he was the person who was harmed the most in our quarrel. 

The edge of his lip is enlarged. He likewise had a scratch on his eye, and I was certain that I would procure one more message from my mother later. 

Rather than answering to my tirades and the outbursts I tossed at him, he just made a grin that made my face frown significantly more. For what reason do I feel that my reality presently doesn't make any difference to him, not at all like previously? 

Stand by, for what reason do I mind how he managed me previously? As though it's significant, correct? 

I was going to open my mouth for another tirade, yet before I did, we paid attention to the servants from a far distance calling out to us, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. 

"Nat, Angeline. They're hanging tight for you inside," the young lady wearing a house keeper's uniform welcomes us in. 

This kid was somewhat impolite on the grounds that as opposed to hanging tight for me to be quick to walk, he was quick to dismiss and start to lead the pack to return inside. 

"For what reason are your lips enlarged, Son?" Aunt Brenda began asking hurriedly before the kid went to the lounge area where our families were taking their dinners. 

I could feel my lips raised high up when Aunt Brenda went to me and appeared to be the one to blame me for having given that presumptuous kid a scratch. 

"Did both of you battle?" she asked, framing a grin. 

Pleasant. I couldn't say whether the entire family we're visiting today is simply oblivious. I hurt your child. Your child's face went puffy due to my clench hand. I nearly killed your child before, yet rather than asking me, you actually have the guts to smile at me? 

Do you cherish your youngster or not? 

Mom promptly moved towards me and immediately fixed my hair, which was puffed out. There was proof of worry all over, yet it appeared to have a revile on Aunt Brenda's grin in light of the fact that even Mommy appeared to be contaminated by her grin. 

"Are you alright, Angeline?" Mommy asks, while smiling. 

Before I could answer to her inquiry, I heard the kid bid farewell to his mom to get himself arranged prior to joining the table where our family was partaking in their lunch. 

"Pick up the pace, Nat," his mom informed him prior to laughing and going to Mommy. 

At the table, we didn't coexist well with one another. He started again to look ineffectively at me while I seemed to rebuff him by pitifully kicking my foot under the table. Both of us are confronting each other now, and I'm certain our folks both intentionally took us to eat out together. 

"This is my oldest, Cheska," Aunt Brenda acquainted the young lady sitting next with her. 

I'm certain that Cheska and Anton have as old as they're simply a similar stature. Anton is quietly witnessing the young lady's responses initiated by Aunt Brenda, so I couldn't resist the opportunity to lift an eyebrow. 

"How old is she, Brenda?" Daddy asked inquisitively. 

On account of the manner in which Daddy asked concerning that young lady, I'm getting a great deal of verdant ideas. So when I heard Uncle's laugh, my dinky thoughts bit by bit disappeared. 

"I think Antonious and Cheska are as old as," Brenda answered, which made Daddy gesture. 

"Thirteen years of age? We can accommodate a wedding," Daddy suggests, which makes them snicker. 

How is it that he could be so reluctant to accommodate his child to her companion's girl? Furthermore, here is my sibling, Anton, content with what he heard from Daddy. 

It is safe to say that he is mindful that his life is accessible to be bought at this point? 

The conversation about the marriage proceeded until the initial discussion started once more. True to form, my more seasoned sibling Lucio acted again as Mommy presented him before the family at the table. Genuine discussion about presentations transformed into chuckling as a result of him. 

What else would i be able to anticipate from a ten-year-old kid denied of a genuine way of life? 

"These are Nathalie Gaile and Nathan Hennessy, my twins," their dad added. I grabbed a look at the kid opposite me prior to turning my look to the young lady sitting close to him. 

The young lady was not kidding and looked complex, however she presented herself and molded a grin all over. The cutting edge d*ck little fellow is ludicrous in light of the fact that he can't glance back at me! He raised an eyebrow when he felt my look enduring on him. Relax, youngster. I care very little about you. 

"This is Angeline, the main girl of our family," Mommy presented me, making my grin extend before them. 

"Good to meet all of you—" 

"Angeline? That is my canine's name," the refined young lady answered, leaving me in awe. 

A cricket whistled between our discussion before I heard Nathan's undesirable laugh. I was humiliated by what the young lady said. A canine's name? Is that an affront? 

"I'm attempting to express a reality, Momma," the young lady shielded herself to Aunt Brenda. 

Rather than turning my gaze to them, it just halted at Nathan, who was currently still tirelessly smiling in light of what he heard. Possibly it wouldn't be off-base in the event that I gave him a significant kick underneath the table to quiet him down, correct? 

"Have you taken care of Angeline yet, Nathalie—oof!" he snarled when I kicked his front under the table. 

"She's eating at present. Relax," I grinned wryly. "Recall this day, moron," I cautioned prior to turning around to eating. 

True to form, the story on the table proceeded. My kin were occupied with conversing with one another with dick's kin while both of us were quiet and just fought off our eyes. 

"You're so quiet, Angeline. That is surprising," Lucho prodded me, which aggravated my disposition. 

I realize he sees how I feel at the present time, so rather than reacting to him, I chose to keep my mouth shut. 

I'll recall how you look since I'll always remember what you did to me, Chikito, or at all your name is. I can likewise charm you when I observe somebody just to kill you! Nathan and I kept on gazing dashingly until our family's visit to their house was finished. 

From that point forward, Aunt Brenda additionally requested us for her twins' eighth birthday celebration one year from now. For what reason would I squander my energy going to that irritation's birthday? 

That was my first and last gathering with Nathan. As Mommy swore, they went to the Philippines for the twin's birthday, while me? I just squandered my entire excursion in Spain and always avoided the Philippines once more. 

As we were in our lounge area, taking breakfast, Lucho asked for authorization to carry me with him. "She really wants a get-away," he grinned, prior to taking a gander at me. 

I feigned exacerbation as I turned my look at him. 

I was fifteen at when Lucho and I returned to the Philippines. Obviously, I had no real option except to go with him. Do I have a decision? 

Despite the fact that Lucho and I generally prodded one another, he realized that he was my main partner in all things. 

He's my beloved sibling, all things considered.