A/N: alo...here's more for you guys!
My Porcelain Doll
Chap.5
"Porcelain doll! Porcelain doll! Papa is coming home!" Enrique burst into his room a Saturday two weeks after Gustav scolded his governess for abusing the toddler so.
The white girl turned to see a face full of joy. "Who told you? When?"
"Gustav told me! He's coming tonight! And he's staying for seven months!" Enrique tackle-hugged the doll in delight when she was speechless.
"S-seven months? Really?" she asked in disbelief when the boy released her. The blonde vigorously nodded..
"Gustav must've asked him to come." she looked at him pointedly.
"But why?" he asked. "It's not like Gustav did a wrong thing...telling me the truth. It's papa who should be spanked...he hid it from me."
The doll smiled. "Well you see he was waiting for the right age you'd fully understand his situtaion..."
"And to tell me at an older age when it's hard to change in what I believe in? I don't think that's a very good plan..." he retorted.
The doll was silenced at the answer. "All right you win. Your father doesn't know that you're mature enough anyway. Maybe that's why Gustav called your papa...to tell him you're ready."
Enrique stared. "Ready for what?"
The blue butterfly markings sparkled as she smiled. "A little something quite different from what the tutor teaches. A Giancarlo-Tornatore family tradition,"
The boy's happiness swelled up like a balloon. "Really? Do you know it?"
"I'm not spoiling the surprise!"
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"PAPA!" The boy was given a great big bear hug and was placed on two strong shoulders.
"Hello Enrique...how is your mama treating you?" the big man chuckled as he asked.
"He's not my mama, papa." He told him enthusiastically. "I call her my Tita..."
The tutor, the governess and the butler among with servants were standing be when the young master imparted the eensy bit of confidential info. The governess turned to a shade of pruce, to which Gustav answered with something close to a Hiwatari death glare.
"Oh?" Enrique's father replied playfully. "Whoever told you that?"
"Gustav did..." the boy beamed.
The tutor, the governess and the servants were dismissed on the master's special request. Gustav, Enrique and Enrique's father were to have a family talk in the Master's Bedroom.
"May I be corrected sir. The reason I was driven to impart such knowledge was because the young master called the governess 'tita'. In which he had touched her nerve, and threatened to injure him." Gustav redeemed himself of blame once they were in the company of privacy,
"I knew that Gustav. But what we don't know is how Enrique got the information in the first place..." the father said sternly.
"The doll told me..." Enrique butt in, catching the attention of the grown men.
"Doll?" his father asked. "What doll?"
The toddler brightened and grabbed his father's hand. "Come and see! She's in my room!"
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Enrique switched on the lights, successfully illuminating the solitary figure on the bed.
"Porcelain doll! My papa has come to see you!" he said and made her turn around.
Gustav didn't see it, but Enri did, even if it was only for a moment. His father and the doll suddenly looked like long separated lovers. Their meeting portrayed the ever famous running-across-the-meadow-and-kissing-slash-hugging-in-the-middle scene. It was beautiful.
When he blinked again, the doll was quite happy in his father's arms.
"Oh Dios..." he said to himself and stemmed his emotions for a couple of minutes.
"Ah...Enrique" his father asked him after a while. 'You don't like your governess that much now do you?"
"She's horrible papa..." came the small reply.
"Well you see there's nothing we can do about the way she disciplines you. You can't deny that she's done you some good. But here's the deal..." Summer blue eyes glowed in hope and Enrique stood straighter to listen.
"During my seven-month stay, your tita shall go on a vacation leave." the old man smiled. "Is that okay with you?"
Enrique beamed in happiness. "Perfect! Oh thank you papa!"
They all headed down for dinner.
"Papa..." Enrique asked as he carried his white doll. "Can't the tutor go too?"
The old man laughed. "Now you're asking for too much, my love. What I'll be teaching you won't take too much time..."
Enrique glanced at his doll who simply smiled back at him. It set him wondering what on earth would his papa teach him that the tutor couldn't.
TBC
A/N: hope you enjoyed that miina! x3