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CLXXVII. Strict and Caring Image
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Look At Me, Oneil CLXXVIII. Assumption and Understanding
It was hard to remove the idea of what can The Carolus Foundation do to Victor to help him about his desire. For many days that he thought about it, he still couldn’t make the most decisive call to Latifa. Maybe it is because he is afraid of what kind of acceptance his biological parents would give him once they saw how Victor turned out to be. But he knew that he is more dreading to a possibility that such a word acceptance was never pre-existing at all. Because if this thing is real, they should have tried to find him.“But what if they do?” Essi asked him.It was hard for Victor to not tell this to Essi because he knew that this woman had been more looking forward for this day of reunion to come. Essi is more enthusiastic than Victor. Her voice keeps on pulling about the good sides of the what ifs.“What if the search was always there but only as a parallel one?”Victor lets Essi’s word to come together in his mind while he tried to think deeply where should it be possible to meet
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXIX. A Hero to Wear Her Cape
Oneil noticed how his mother got a little busier than before. At first, it puzzles him. But as this familiar joy begins to spark in Latifa’s eyes, he gets happy for him as well. So when she was investing her attention on typing emails inside Paulo’s library, Oneil went inside with some tea and cookies for her.“Are you busy for the foundation, ma?” he asked as he takes a seat.Latifa acknowledged his visit but she kept her eyes on the monitor. Oneil loves the set up of this scene where the dreamy morning sheds a good dispersion of sunlight through the white curtains of the office. It highlights his mother finding a good reason to be happy on her job. As if she is excited for a good result. Her pearl earrings sparkle along her smile. She grinned brightly and finally gazed upon her son.“What is it ma?” Oneil asked again because his mother’s smile is really contagious.“I’m just happy for Victor. We’re somehow getting some clues about his real family. Sooner than later, The Carolus Foun
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXX. A Fight of the Heart
Essi was more than relieved to find out that their source for blood donation is Oneil’s mom herself. She should be the one standing next to Oneil to give him assurance that everything will be fine. Instead, it was Essi who had heavy breathing. Oneil has to hold her hand as she tries to calm down. She never heard such a case in their locality but it was common in Bayanihan. She heard tragic stories too. Especially to young ones who cannot fight the severity of the illness by their weak body and to the parents who are in their severe regret for not noticing that what their children were experiencing is a common illness brought by mosquitoes. Other than that, she is worried for Victor as well.Oneil understood that such a kind of affection is the prize of friendship aged almost like their lifetime.“Don’t worry anymore, Essi. Victor can get through with this,” he said while gently cupping her hands in between his palms.Essi’s expression at him reveals that she has less of a worry today
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXI. Still Hoping
What time has promised to Latifa was to wait for the result painstakingly. She is already refusing to believe that this is another hopeless case. As long as there would be someone who could match Carolus’ identity, she would take all chances. But although she already has to fight for this kind of war, the though that the Pingris Family would want to bring Victor back to the Philippines although the result is not yet out is already boiling her blood.“Why do they have to bring him home although the result is not yet out?” Because of this case, it only made Latifa to believe that this Pingris Family must have a clue that after all this time, Victor is the lost son of the Mercator Household. “They are making it obvious that Victor would leave them anytime sooner.”“It is not like it is irrational for them to bring Victor home when they can do it. They have an excuse from his boss to do this if you would in case pull out the card that Victor has to work here in Bordeaux,” Paulo stated.“A
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXII. A Serious Request
It is another whole new day that Victor was discharged from the hospital and has already restored his health. Just the mere fact that Essi has finally known that he is Mr. X, he couldn’t help but share it to her how he is wanting to help Latifa Mercator on finding her son named Carolus.“How did you find this out?” Essi was amazed by Victor. It should have not been surprising but imagining how he must have gathered about this, she could only look at him in awe and delight.“Ma’am Latifa told me.”“What?” Essi was puzzled. It is not like the sudden answer has equated her assumptions to naught. Her surprise was due to the fact that Latifa revealed it to Victor. “Why did she tell you?” She couldn’t help it. Essi knew how secretive Latifa was, she would even pretend that she didn’t cry at all after that melancholy at the park. “How?” Amid Essi’s confusion, she is still glad at the sudden closeness that Latifa could afford to give to Victor. She had a little hint that back then that Latifa
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXIII. Silent Work and Endurance
It feels so close yet it is so far. Latifa couldn’t believe that Victor has to opt of having a flight back to the Philippines forgetting the crucial part of his life. Latifa was so frustrated that just when she has prepared everything, tiring herself to make sure that Victor will feel welcomed as he would stay in the manor until the DNA results would be announced, another thing has to happen to the extent of placing her efforts in the pantheon of nothingness.“Oneil is already there for Essi. Why does Victor have to go?” Latifa wondered. It already disappointed her that Oneil has to go but then, his decision is understandable. Oneil could just return finding about who Victor really is.“Maybe it is because Victor knows the systems there. He’s the one guiding Essi and Oneil so that they can adjust with the culture of that place,” Paulo tried explaining.“But Oneil already knows that place. He’s been going back and forth there,” Latifa argued again.Paulo remained calm. “It would be har
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXIV. The Favorite Local Contact
Latifa felt like they came late. She didn’t like that. Victor’s foster family extends their care so much for Essi to the point that they made sure that she can have an extensive care inside their better built house instead of letting her dwell alone in the Bohemian house on lease. This family should be understandable on being conservative. Latifa can side with them for that just to make sure Essi and Oneil are not alone in one house. But she felt like they were doing this more so that Victor could stay with them. They probably have a hunch that Latifa would be getting him any time sooner. But although Latifa has this kind of thoughts, she refrained from doing anything that would make others believe that she’s opening hostilities and its escalation. She heaved a sigh while debating in herself if they should enter the village to see Victor.“Ma’am? Did you prepare your confirmation now?” the taxi driver asked to remind her about the security systems of the village where the Pingris Fami
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXV. The Hands So Small
It was both an ache and joy she cannot imagine. The Carolus that she was waiting for after all this time was right before her eyes. She hated how she hardly recognized him. She hated why her heart rather beat in jealousy on behalf of Oneil when it was supposed to be the beat of her flesh recognizing that her new flesh and bones in Carolus is just right near her. “Can you lead me to the washroom?” Latifa was deeply hoping that Minerva would do it right away or else she would fall down while still on the way. “Yes, yes, it’s just right next to the kitchen,” Minerva brought her there and turned the lights on. “Just use the slippers so that you can be comfortable.”Latifa nodded. When the barn-like door closed, that is when her tears flooded. She knelt on the wet tiled floor, breathing deeply, fighting to not make any sound of agony. She let the burden in her chest go on because she cannot explain what she felt. She knew that whether the results would be positive or not, she would fall
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