Chapter 135

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 135

Anyway, it was true that their family had earned a lot this year.

It was also true that Karlos was bitter about paying taxes. But he had no choice but to do so, or else he could go to jail, a consequence he couldn’t afford. It was called tax evasion.

Let's just say that about 25% to 30% of 7.4 million pesos would go to the government… truly a world where hard work sometimes were punished rather than a reward.

Maya stared coldly at her husband. Because of what he said, her mood dropped instantly. She crossed her arms, scoffed, and turned her body away.

“No cuddle tonight. You pissed me off!” Her voice was firm and final.

“What!? Babe, that’s too much. You can’t do this to me.” Karlos reached for her.

“Humph!” Maya turned away, flipping her hair.

Spoiler alert: there was cuddling that night, as expected. Maya could never say no to her husband, she loved him too much. She was just mad for a few hours before forgiving Karlos. She eventually melted when he wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered sorry.

“Tomorrow, let’s pay the taxes so we don’t have to think about it anymore. Return early tomorrow after your fishing,” Maya said, her fingers brushing against his chest.

“I will,” Karlos assured her, giving her a confident smile.

That night, they did the Plap Plap Plap with the usual intensity that erased all arguments.

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The next day, after Karlos finished his fishing, the couple went to the town center, where the banks, marketplace, business stores, plaza, and Town Hall were located.

They had Foster drive them. The couple brought the kids because Iñigo cried loudly when they tried to leave without them. Left with no choice, they decided to take the kids along and let them see the town center, the busiest and most populated part of town.

Karlos was responsible for handling the papers, letting Maya and the children relax away from the hassle. They sat in the waiting room, where an air conditioner fought off the hot temperature.

Karlos first went to the bank to issue a cheque for 2.1 million pesos. The couple had calculated their taxes, and the amount came to 2.1 million pesos. The bank issued the cheque after the teller double-checked the amount and confirmed the documents and identification.

Karlos then went to the town hall without delay. There was an office of the Bureau of Internal Revenue in the town hall that handled taxes. The Bureau of Internal Revenue was the IRS of Adobo country.

He spent about an hour there before things were done. When he handed over the cheque, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly. 2.1 million pesos were gone just like that. He sighed, forcing himself to stay calm. It was what it was. The Bureau of Internal Revenue confirmed the validity of the cheque and let Karlos leave after he signed some documents.

When Karlos exited the town hall, he found Maya and the children waving at him with bright expressions. The children seemed to be having fun, as if on a field trip.

“Did you see the Mayor?” Maya asked. The Mayor was the highest political leader in the town, and his office was at the town hall.

“I didn’t see him. I only went to the office of the Bureau of Internal Revenue,” Karlos answered indifferently. Even if he had seen the Mayor, he wouldn’t have reacted much.

For him, politicians were people who didn’t deserve respect. His opinion was shaped by experience. A certain patriarch of the same surname would have agreed with him.

Was Karlos being biased? Yes, but he had enough reason based on what he had seen. Politicians were usually not good people, especially in the country he lived in. They were corrupt, greedy, and had no sympathy for the people. Politics was business to them, not serving the public.

“Let’s eat. There’s a local restaurant near the town hall where we can have some local dishes,” Maya said, trying to change the mood.

With the kids in Karlos’s arms, Maya led the way. The town center was busy even in the middle of the day. Students walked by and adults went about their business routines.

“That place is under renovation. What shop do you think it will be?” Maya asked Karlos, squinting at the tarpaulin covering the construction site.

“Maybe a fast-food restaurant,” Karlos replied, guessing.

“Fast-food restaurant? Which one, Jollybee or McDonaldo?” Maya asked.

Karlos didn’t answer. Instead, he asked the children,

“What restaurant do you think it will be?”

“Jowwy!” Arabella answered excitedly.

“Bee!” Iñigo added.

Karlos nodded.

“It seems like Jollybee.”

“We’re not really sure if it’s a fast-food restaurant. What if it’s a barbershop?” Maya said, considering the possibility.

“We’re just guessing anyway. Let’s return next month, maybe they’ll make an announcement and post it in front of the construction site.”

The family reached the restaurant. The menu consisted mostly of local dishes such as Adobo, Menudo, Caldereta, Embutido, and Paella. It gave a homely vibe that Karlos and Maya appreciated. The warm scent of spices welcomed them the moment they stepped inside.

The family ate heartily. Every now and then, Maya had to wipe the kids’ mouths because they were dirty from eating.

After eating, the family had one last destination. They visited the shop that Maya owned. The place was currently rented by a family that sold clothes at affordable prices.

When the family entered the shop, they were greeted by Gina, the wife. She had just finished assisting a customer.

“Maya! You’ve come. Look at this dress, I reserved it for you. How are your twins? Aww, they’re cute as always.” Gina greeted Maya and gently pinched the twins’ cheeks.

“Humph! Don’t think I forgot, you didn’t attend my children’s birthday.”

“Come on, you know our situation. We’re always so busy that we hardly have time to close the shop at all. Look around, we have a lot of customers. Besides, we gave the kids’ birthday presents in advance because we knew we couldn’t attend.” Gina wasn’t lying. Their gifts were cute clothes for the children.

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