The Neverending Story

The ride going to and from the office is never, ever dull.
In the car, both of my brothers are always seated in front; my dad and I at the back. The two most talkative, without a doubt, are my daddyo and his mini-me (although actually taller than him), my dihya.

Being the only girl there, I'm indebted to my iPod for letting me tune out and escape from all their chitchats on cars, sports, and other guy stuff I could care less about. Once I get in the car, I automatically take it out and press Play until we arrive home 30-40 minutes later.

Sometimes, their conversations would get too heated up I'd either have to increase the volume of my music or hit pause and play the role of the adjudicator.
Though if it isn't raised voices, it's usually boisterous laughters I hear through my earphones.

One time, my dad started sharing to us a story about China (or a childhood memory of his, or one of his business-related anecdotes-- I forget. He always talks about these 3 all the time.), so I stopped my iPod for a while and listened.

Two sentences in, my dihya goes: OOOOoooohhhppp ohp ohp ohppp. Stop. Alam na namin iyan.
My ahya followed: Nakwento mo na iyan.

My dad pauses. Sitting beside him, I see his face still looking excited. And so he continues on with his story.

My two brothers: OoOooohhh narinig na nga namin iyan. Ilang beses mo na iyan kinwento eh. Paulit ulit na.

Daddy, pauses again, letting them finish. His facial expression still unchanged and his body shifted forward, making sure they hear him loud and clear: .....tapos noh...blah blah blah... tapos........

Brothers, laughing a little while daddy continues talking: Sinabi na ngang narinig na, kwento pa rin siya...

Daddy, unmindful and still fascinated by his own repeatedly-told story (his intonations and hand gestures full of emotion each time he tells it): ...blah blah blah...tapos.....blah blah blah..........

Brothers: Wala talagang effect...

Me: HAHAHAHAHA!