chapter 4

Bedegraine's POV

Now that I'm in the car, I wonder why I went with them. I don't even know them very well yet. I don't even know what the name of Clyden's handsome father was, eh. I also don’t know what their last name is. I don't know the driver. It was as if I had been kidnapped by it.

"Mommy, what are you thinking?" It asked while looking at me. This girl really looks like a woman. I've been really thinking about that before.

Her eyelashes are thick and long so she looks like a woman.

"Mommy?" I blinked when he called me mommy.

"Ah ... No ... No ... Hehe, I'm not thinking something." His forehead frowned. I just don't know, is my English correct. Looks like it's right.

"What?" This question is innocent. I told you, my English is wrong. I know, I don't know English.

"Oh hey, all right ... Let's not speak English ... I don't know English, okay? I only say Tagalog." Its face is still innocent. It's up to you, we can't understand each other.

"Mommy, why did you leave us?" This question was weak so my eyes widened. Somehow I understand English.

What why did you leave us? Why, I'm aware of your worthless mother. Your wealth and then he will leave you? It's all up to you. Why would your mother leave you?

"H-ha? What ..." He had big eyes looking at me and silently waiting for me to answer him. "Kase ... M-mommy has a lot of work so she didn't come home." I laughed softly at my lying. Alas, I am really a liar.

"For five years, mommy?" Five years? That's how long his mother disappeared.

"Five years?" He nodded while his face was innocent. I have sinned against this innocent child. We still look alike.

"Hmm, my nanny said you left me with daddy," she said sadly. I felt pain when I heard its pitiful voice. The sadness in its voice was obvious.

"H-ha? O-Oo, for five years. I'm busy." I just bowed. I have so many sins, have mercy on me juiceko.

"Hmm." He frowned to face the front. How old is this child?

"How old are you?" It immediately turned to me and showed the palm while smiling broadly.

"I'm five years old." I was shocked when he said he was still five years old.

Alas, poor child. The mother left at an early age. Five years after the mother disappeared, she is also five years old? Alas, if I were the only real mother of this child I would never really leave them. No matter what happens I will never leave them. Unfortunately, another woman became the mother of this child.

"Are you okay, mommy?" It grabbed my arm so I regained consciousness.

"O-okay I'm fine, I just thought of something."

It sighed and smiled at me again. The delicious pinch of this child's cheek! The cuttttteee!

Chubby naman kasi eh. Its gentle face still looks feminine. The first time you look at her, you will suspect that she is a woman. Is it the length of the eyelash.

"Mommy, since we're not in the house yet. I want you to know my name and I want to know your name," he said weakly.

"All right. I'll go first, okay?" It smiled and nodded. Its cute! “I am Bedegraine Avionica Sarmiento,” I calmly promised.

"Mommy has a beautiful name," she said tenderly while hugging me.

I laughed softly. "It's you again," I promised.

"I am Clydel Aiden Ivanovich Campbell." The habbbbbaaaaa!

It was good and he never forgot his name. If I were that, I would have really long forgotten my name. Maybe the only thing I remember is the last name that is very appealing.

That's why they will be able to speak English because they are really 'kano'. Think about it, Campbell's last name. It's a bell, isn't it? Charooott!

"That's your name? Who the devil named you that? The length." I quickly covered my mouth. Jusmiyo, he heard the word ‘devil’. Maybe he will imitate that, I will be really angry with his father when this child uses the word 'devil'.

"What?" This question was innocent so I was quickly shaken to retract what I had said earlier.

"S-I said, what's your daddy's name?" EH ?! Why did I ask that? Of course, I also needed to know its father’s name. I shouldn't call his father 'Hey'. Somehow I still have respect for it.

"Mommy, do you have an amnesia? Daddy said you are my mother. You forgot daddy's name?" He was upset when he finished asking me this.

"Juiceko, have mercy on me. I don't know English. I can't answer this boy," I whispered softly to myself and I was just a sign of the cross.

Why does it seem like my soul was left in my cousin's shop?

"Brother, please translate. I can't answer, hehehe" I said to the driver and glanced at Clyden.

Alas, this child really is. "Please answer this, ma'am ..."

"Po 'to? Po' to 'is the name of this boy's father?" I'm waiting for the driver's question. I was caught in my chin. The weird one. Is there a name like that? The last name is very nice but the name looks like food when you listen to it. You think so, puto? Puto ?! Hahaha, pfft.

Is it Campbell? Bwahahahaha! Funny to hear that name. 'Po' to Campbell ?! ' Bwahahahaha. Shuta, hahaha.

"Pfft, no, ma'am. Listen to me first. I'll help you answer, baby Clyden," he said with a laugh.

"Shut up brother! Why didn't you tell me right away ?! I thought 'Po' to 'was the name of Clyden's father!" The driver laughed out loud when I said that so I just scratched my neck.

It stopped laughing. "No, ma'am. Our male boss is Mr. Damien Ivaroo Dawson Campbell. He is in charge of all the Campbells 'businesses as well as Mr. Campbell's Bocaccio mothers. He is also the one who manages all the Campbells' businesses. has its own business and that is its beach resort in the Maldives but his friend is in charge of Mr. Campbell's overwork there. " I nodded.

What's his name again? Damien Ivaroo Dawson Campbell? The name sounds familiar but I just forgot where I heard it. Maybe in my dream. Eh? Why would I dream of him? Tss, it's really crazy. I don't even have to think about it.

The other day I just met Dawson or Damien ... Or Campbell. Ah, that's up to you. I don’t know what to call him.

"Mommy, do you have an amnesia?" I heard a child's voice so I turned there. It looked up at me. It was still holding my arm.

"A-what?" I immediately looked at Julius. He is not too old. It looks like his face is only forty plus. "Brother, please translate," I said to my brother's driver so he laughed softly.

My brother's driver is going crazy. "All right, ma'am. I'll take care of your answer. You tagalog and I English!" I nodded even though I was already wired to him.

This driver has a brain problem. "S-all right," I replied nervously. Eh, I'm hesitant because eh.

"Tell Clyden that ... I don't have amnesia, because I'm okay," he said as his eyes looked at the road.

"Are you sure, brother?" He nodded and glanced at me so I looked at Clyden.

"C-Clyden, I don't have amnesia, because I'm okay!" I answer it with thumbs up and smile. And of course, I won’t lose my eyebrow dancing. Shutaaaaa! I'm good at English!

"Mommy, are you sick?" The smile on my lips disappeared. I understand that! Why would I get sick? Do I really look sick?

"Brother, what shall I answer?" I whispered to my driver.

"Tell me ... I'm very good is plak, plak, plak."

"Is the plaque, plaque, plaque really involved?" He nodded so I immediately turned to Clyden again but when something entered my mind I turned to my driver again.

I touched it. "Brother, are you sure that plaque, plaque, plaque is included?" Hand my head question. It's ugly to listen to it.

"Yes, ma'am. That's how we use bisdak." Bisdak? What's that?

"Bisdak?"

"Yes, they are Visayans. I'm also Visayans. We call them Bisdak." What?

"Yes?" It was embarrassing to shake.

"Hehehe, nothing, ma'am. All right, answer that Clyden." It was still embarrassing so I just frowned and immediately turned my gaze to Clyden.

"Uhm ... I'm very good is plak ... Plak ... Plak?" I doubt the response. I don't know, it's weird.

"Mommy, you're sick ..." My eyes widened again. What are you sick of?

"Brother, why did he answer me like that?" I asked while touching my driver's shoulder.

"That's okay, ma'am. Just search for it on Google." My eyes widened at the answer. Why do people respond like that today ?!

"Shut up ..." I whispered while leaning back in my seat.

"Oh, here we are." I immediately looked out the window and there I saw many cars all around.

Parking lot? ...

"Where are we brother?"

"Mall please, ma'am." I nodded once the door opened but I also closed it immediately when I smelled the smell of cars.

"Mommy, are you okay?" I turned to Clyden with a thumbs up.

"Do you have a mask?" It shook as it looked at me. "Do you have a handkerchief?" It shook again.

Handkerchief? I have it now.

"Wait," I promised and then I also pulled out the handkerchief I had brought yesterday. I haven't used it either. I always have a hidden handkerchief but I don’t use it.

That's what they call 'In case of emergency'.

"This, cover your nose when we go out, okay?" He nodded. "Don't worry, I didn't use that handkerchief," he said while messing with his hair so he was upset.

"Mommy, don't mess my hair," he promised. I just laughed softly all at once with the handkerchief on him.

He accepted it and covered his mouth. I opened the door while carrying it in my arm.

Oh my gosh! I have already loaded this child. So fat! Its cute! The sarap squeeze.

"Don't delete that if we haven't gotten in yet, okay?" He nodded. This child's hand is really small.

"Tara na ho, ma'am." I turned to my driver and nodded.

We immediately walked into the mall and I dropped Clyden off as well.

"Take it off," I ordered so he took it off.

We went to various stores here in the mall. We also bought a lot of clothes and everyone loves them. They are still branded. Is it because of the wealth of Clyden's family that they can afford to buy this mall.

I don't know but I feel like I'm jealous of them. It's because of the wealth and they don't seem to have any problems yet.

Of the many things we bought, we paid almost half a million. Fortunately I even restrained myself from buying clothes. We also bought heels. I don't wear heels, I also don't know how to use heels but I was just forced to buy heels because that's something for me, Clyden said. Clyden also knew how to choose. It looks like he inherited it from his mother. Of course, from now on I have to pretend to be the mother of this child.

We are currently riding in Mr.'s car. Dawson and now we are going to their said mansion. I felt a bit anxious. This is probably the day I will see the mansion.

I'm excited!

"Let's go, ma'am." I returned to my senses when I heard a voice. It was only then that I realized that we were in front of a big house or mansion.

Clyden went down first so I just went down as well. The first time I looked at the mansion, my jaw almost dropped when I saw the palace -like mansion in front of my eyes.

It was like kings and queens lived in this palace. It seemed to glow in my eyes like a diamond in the place of kings and queens.

"Mommy ..." I felt something pull on the hem of my dress so I looked down there.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" I thumbed up but I immediately returned my sight to the mansion.

We were just outside the gate but I could clearly see the Campbells' palace-like mansion.

I heard a loud shout of female voice coming from inside the mansion so I immediately looked at the gate. It opened wide and I also saw the marching of the guards forming the road.

They all looked at us as we stepped inside the gate.

Also, near the stairs, there stood the housemates in uniforms the color of their clothes. All of them here have the same color of clothes. I'm the only one and then Clyden is the other color of the dress.

"Is that Ma'am Lhorainne?" I heard from a housemate whispering next to it.

"Ma'am Lhorainne?"

"Ma'am Lhorainne is back."

"He's already here."

"Why did he come back? It's still a bad habit."

"It's very irresponsible, after he leaves Young Master does he just come back lightly? The thickness of the face." There my eyes rested when I heard what a housemate said. What does he mean?

Why do they call me Lhorainne? My name is not Lhorainne.

"Listen ..." The whisperers fell silent when the maid I saw in the park yesterday with Clyden spoke.

He is supposed to be the mayor doma in this house. Because the design of her dress is different compared to the clothes of other housemates.

"She's Ma'am Bedegraine ..." She looked at me so I smiled. "Ma'am, it's up to you to introduce yourself so that they can understand that properly." I nodded here.

"M-good morning to you, I'm Bedegraine Avionica Sarmiento." I smiled here when I finished introducing myself so their foreheads knit.

"Isn't she Ma'am Lhorainne?"

"Is the name different?"

"Bedegraine?"

"Why ... Why ... Mag ---"

They stopped when I heard a whistle so we looked at the mayor doma.

"From now on he will take care of baby Clyden. From now on he will be the one we will meet ma'am." They hid so I answered.

"It's just Graine, don't be ma'am, hehehe." The housemates smiled at me.

"We're not allowed to do that, ma'am ..." I immediately turned to a maid who spoke.

"Which one, sister?" The tone of my voice was full of curiosity.

"It is forbidden for us not to call ma'am and sir those who are higher than us." I shook my head and waved my hand in front of me.

"That's okay with me. I'm not the owner of this house. It's just Graine, I'm okay there." I smiled at it so they couldn’t speak.

"Mommy, let's go inside," I heard a voice as I dragged my hem.

I looked at it. "Hmm?"

"Mommy, up ... up ... up!" This promise jumped so I turned to the mayor doma.

"He wants to load you up, ma'am." Ah so it's up. I thought apir. He said up ... up ... up.

I carried it on my arm so the housemates took the things we bought. "Let's go in, ma'am," said the mayor doma so I nodded as I entered the mansion.

Oh la la! Nice!

My eyes were shining when I saw the inside of the mansion. The splendor of things here. This house looks familiar but I just seem to have forgotten.

It's in my mind that I've been here ... But, it's just my first time here. That is impossible.

I was just shaken once next to the housemates while Clyden was still carrying.

"Welcome to the Campbell residence, ma'am," the mayor said with a smile as we entered the mansion.

Should I call it a mansion? It is too big to be called a mansion. I can now compare it to a compassionate palace.

"It's nice ..." I whispered to myself while squeezing excitedly at what I saw.

Clean the surroundings and every corner of the house. That's how the corridor we went through earlier. The design is also beautiful. It's too fancy for people like me who aren't just the children of strangers. I didn't know my parents because my uncle said he was dead.

I didn’t just force my uncle to ask this about my parents. It also said that I was the only child of the Sarmientos.

I came back to my senses when I saw the other housemates looking at me so I smiled at them.

"Mommy, down ..." Clyden said while his little finger was big.

I nodded then carefully and I slowly lowered it so it pulled my hand while running.

"Take it easy, Clyden, you might stumble." It stopped running once it looked at me and bowed so my forehead frowned.

"I'm sorry, mommy." I smiled when he said that. I knelt down in front of it then I also messed up his hair before standing up.

This child is kind. Obviously disciplined at its young age.

"Ma'am, you're welcome." I looked at the mayor doma. I held Clyden's little hand first before we followed it.

We walked up the stairs. We looked up. The many steps we will take.

We just followed it while it was quiet. We stopped in front of a door.

Eh? I thought at the top we would criticize.

"This is your room, ma'am," he said so I nodded. Is this my room? What color is it? I feel even more excited.

"Ah ... All right, thank you very much." I smiled at the maid. It nodded. It looked behind me so I looked there too. It was only then that I realized that the other housemates had followed us.

"Are we going to let it in, ma'am?" I shook quickly

"Don't, I'm there. I can do that," I politely replied.

"Are you sure, ma'am? It's still heavy." I smiled at them.

"It's okay. I'm here." They nodded and politely bowed before marching down the stairs at the same time. Oh, I bet that.

Only the three of us, the mayor doma and Clyden, were left here outside the room.

"Ma'am, come in." I smiled at it.

"Mommy, let's go in!" Clyden shouted happily so I smiled at it.

"Come on ..." I turned the doorknob of the living room door and pushed it open. The clean room opened up to me and the color of the room was almost white and black.

I entered slowly but before I could step inside the room I first glanced at the maid who was now smiling and nodded at me.

I finally entered the room and then I also looked around.

"Nice room," I excitedly promised and immediately sat down on the big bed. The size of the room. The size of the bed, it looks like it can fit four people.

The wealth of Mr. Dawson. The size of their house. I got up again then immediately walked into the bathroom. I saw that the cabinet was open and the cabinet was full.

There are shampoos, toothpaste, conditioners, mouth wash, shave ...

Shave?! ...

I don't shi-shave. Ah, of course. Shave for armpit. By the way, I only remember now. But I just had hair on my armpits. My armpits are so clean and white.

There are also two toothbrushes ...

Two toothbrushes? ...

Why two toothbrushes? I'm just one of them. I just frowned. Again I rolled my eyes around and saw three towels hanging on the side. There are also two pairs of slippers on the side, there are also two combs ...

Why two?! ...

I don't know about you. Why are you still here in Mr. Dawson? I'm still scared of his face. I don't know if I'm thinking badly or I'm just really scared of him.

Alas, it might just sign me of the cross when we meet. It's still coming home tonight. How would he react if he saw me here in his room.

Aisha, it's up to spiderman.

"Okay, I'll let in my belongings," I said and immediately took the belongings. How is that? I just went to the grocery store and I can't even eat it all? I'll just say that to Geraldine. I’ll just give it all to him.

After I put in all the things, I took Clyden to his room first because he was drowsy because he woke up early because he was so eager to see me. It's really cute.

I pulled out my cheap cellphone then I also finial Geraldine's number. I am currently sitting on the bed of the room. I was a little embarrassed to lie down because the bed was still clean. The whole room is clean.

The person on the other line did not answer later.

"(Yes?)"

"Dine ..."

"(Faster, I still have a lot to do here at home. You're disturbing me. Faster, don't call me for nothing because.)"

"Dine ..."

"(Stop calling me Dine. It's Geraldine and not Dine.)" I just sighed weakly at my cousin's attitude. The OA, I thought he wanted me to be in a hurry but he turned out to be the one with the sword.

"Geraldine, I just bought groceries the other day. Just get all of them so it won't be wasted. Maybe you want to. Just get them there in the flood ---"

"(Are you ordering me?!)"

"Hin ---"

"(SHATAP! You're so stupid. Don't you dare command me again, okay? Tsk!)

"I don't know about you."

"(What I don't know about ---)"

I turned off the phone before I could even hear its taunts. It is still difficult to control its watery mouth.

I just don't know about that woman. Every day is hot-headed as if there are visitors every day. Shuta that woman. It looks like Saitama's face. Fortunately, he still has hair.

That's why her name on my cellphone is 'The Great Saitama Geraldine'. He really looks like Saitama. He only has hair. Also the nose, armpits, and groin have hair. Tss.

I put my cellphone on the side first and then went to bed. What will happen if Mr. goes home? Dawson here and we sleep side by side?

Aish !!!!!!!! Ano ba 'yannnnnnn !!!!!! I still don't want to be able to sleep. Because I'm not comfortable sleeping next door. I am so used to sleeping alone.

Hey, I'll think about it later. I need to organize my belongings first. Where is my cabinet here? The cabinet of Mr. should not be shared. Dawson and my cabinet?

I first took out the clothes we bought and then I folded them one by one. I stood up and approached the two large cabinets. The cabinets are next to each other. One has white paint and the other is black. Almost everything in the room is white and the paint is black.

I opened the black cabinet and saw the things there. There are also a lot of accessories and they all look masculine. I first rolled my eyes at the entirety of the cabinet.

I looked below where the other belongings were placed. There are the little shorts.

Shorts? ...

These are the ones that men wear. It's called a boxer, isn't it? Next to it are folded briefs placed inside a glass box. Shuta, the number of these briefs. Can I ask for one? Charot!

Lots of briefs. I'll open it so. Oh, don't do that, I might even look like I'm going to get hurt.

I just closed the cabinet straight away before I could even open the brief box. Of course, I don’t want to look manyak in people’s eyes.

I was just shaken and then I also opened the white cabinet. That cabinet was empty and very clean. I don't see a single stain.

I just put all the things there and then I also closed it. I went to the bathroom then took a shower and then I also got dressed.

I left the room and immediately went downstairs and went straight to the salad where the other housemates were cleaning.

I will just help them. It's embarrassing because I'm going to be a donya in this house. I'm just new here and I can't do nothing.

"Can I help you?" I asked them.

"No, ma'am?"

"Rest first, ma'am."

"We'll take care of it, ma'am."

"No, it's okay. I'll help you. I'll be the one to cook." They all looked at each other and then turned to me.

"S-are you sure, ma'am?"

"Is that okay with you, ma'am?"

"Of course, there's no problem. I'll be the one to cook so I can help you, after all, lunch is also coming soon." I smiled at them. They looked at each other again.

"All right, ma'am. If that's what you want, come on," said another so I followed suit. We came to the kitchen.

"Ma'am, what are you going to cook?" Another maid asked.

"Hmm, chicken curry!" I shouted happily so they stared at each other again. I’m wired with people here.

"All right, ma'am. There are all the ingredients for your cooking. I'll prepare them first," said the mayor doma so I nodded.

When the mayor came with the chicken curry ingredients, I started cooking. I had a few more minutes before I finished and it took almost another hour.

"I'll serve it." I quickly served the chicken curry. There are a lot of us here so I also cooked a lot.

I'm a little tired of my cooking. Maybe it tastes bad. I'm used to cooking for myself but it's really scary.

Other housemates have already prepared the dishes and glasses in the dining room. That is what the rich call it. Dining room is said to be the place where they eat.

"Let's eat," said the maid so I nodded but when I remembered Clyden and I looked at the stairs.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" My driver asked me.

"Aren't we going to include Clyden? I'll wake the boy first when he eats it too," I told them.

"It's me, ma'am," a maid said so I smiled at her and then nodded immediately. I just sat down and then bowed to pray. After I prayed I looked up but I only saw the housemates looking at me.

Eh? Did i do something wrong? Is it wrong to pray in this household?

"Mommy!" I looked behind me when I heard the child's voice.

Aww, baby Clyden is so cute! Clyden was still awake. Its cute!

"Sit down, we're going to eat," I told him and made him sit on the chair next to me.

It sat down carefully. The whole area was quiet. "All right, let's eat." I turned to Clyden who was now still staring at the food. "Do not you like?" I have a weak question here.

"Mommy, what is that food? Why is it color yellow?" This question was innocent so I just laughed softly.

"Clyden, that is Stephen Curry. Do you know him?" Brother Julius promised.

"What?"

"You don't know him? Stephen Curry, the basketball player. The dribble, dribble double, double? That is Stephen Curry. We eat Stephen Curry ..." Clyden still didn't understand while the other guards were already laughing.

"Shut up, Hulius! You're such a sham! Let's go there!" Mayor doma shouted annoyed so everyone here laughed.

"What are you, Ate Marcy, the heat of the head. The beauty might be ruined," replied a housemate who made them laugh even more.

"Maybe the face will be ruined. There's no beauty in that," said older brother Julius with a laugh.

"HULIUSSS! YOU DEMON!"

"All right, let's eat," I whispered.

"I'll be patient with my colleagues, ma'am. They're just like that. They're talkative." I smiled at them.

"That's okay. You're still good because you understand each other, you're real friends. That's your goal. I'm ... I don't have any friends ..."

"You don't have any friends, ma'am?" Taming if chin at the very end of the table.

"There is but only one. We also rarely talk because he is always busy with work but even when he is alone he is still one of the most important to me. I lived because of my cousin's anger. I did not. I know why my cousin doesn't like me, he always belittles and humiliates me in front of people, he always beats me, pinches me and insults me ... "I just sighed and then smiled bitterly at them.

"Mommy, if you don't have friends, we are your friends!" Clyden shouted happily. "Clyden ..." He pointed to himself. "Mommy ..." He scolded me. "Bestfriends forever!" He shouted and hugged me at the same time so I just smiled.

"All right, the drama is over. Let's eat." They laughed when I said that.

We were about to start eating and smiled when they tasted my cooking and they looked at each other.

Why do they always look at each other? Is the food I cooked bad?

"This taste ... Isn't it, this is the taste of ---" older brother Julius stopped when the mayor doma or sister Marcy sneezed.

"Does it taste bad?" I asked them then tasted the chicken curry but it was delicious. It doesn't taste bad. Maybe the food doesn't suit their taste so their reactions are as if they remember something or maybe they don't like the food.

"It's delicious, ma'am. We just remember something," replied the other so I frowned.

Eh? Gano'n? When should someone remember at once? Their minds are so busy that they are like that.

"It's delicious!" Clyden shouted happily and raised his spoon. "I want more, mommy." I looked at its plate. Can I just put food in and consume right away? Clyden is small but he is fast enough to eat.

"Just wait." I put food on his plate but I limited it first, because he might not be able to finish it.

I also started eating while looking at them. I don’t know, I can’t explain their reactions. It was as if they still wanted to eat but they were embarrassed, while the others ate as if they were very hungry and loved the food.

I'm happy that they liked the food I cooked. I'm also happy to be welcome in this household even though I'm not Clyden's real mother. I'm a little annoyed with Clyden's mother for being careless with her mother, but I'm not allowed to be clean because I don't know the buying incident or the buying story of Mr. Dawson and whoever that rotten woman made Mr.'s heart beat. Dawson. Nakakagigil lang naman kasi eh. It's nice to slap the father of that irresponsible mother. I still share the responsibility that belongs to him.

I won't bother with that for now. What I have to worry about is tonight ... How to sleep with someone next door. I'm just really scared of Mr. Dawson.

What should I do tonight? I can just sleep on the floor after all, there is a lot of space in that room. It will soon fit twenty people or more than twenty.

Is it the size of that solid. I would rather sleep on the floor than be able to sleep next to the scary Mr. Dawson.

Hopefully and I can find a way. Mission is to sleep on the floor!