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CLXXXI. Still Hoping
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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
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXVI. A Time for the Two
Oneil played the clueless on what is the meaning behind the name of The Carolus Foundation. He knew that there was something missing but he cannot put himself into curiosity or else his mother might get hurt about it. So when Gwyneth dropped a mysterious message that they finally found Carolus, he stayed inside the leased manor, not sure when should he go to Bayanihan to meet his family. He was silent and only proceeded to read a book on the living room, not sure of what to do next.But the door bell rings, and having enough patience in case that it was just the kids pulling a prank, he went on to see who was it.“Essi!” he delightedly said. “Come in.”Essi nodded and placed her shoes on the rack. Oneil gave her a pair of home slippers before walking through the foyer and then to the living room.“Are you taking a break?” Essi noticed the cozy setting of his living room and the perfect ambiance of the coffee with the books and the moonlight on the coffee table.“Sort of,” Oneil answe
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXVII. The Family Picture
Victor doesn’t know how to react although he has somehow acknowledged that everything around is real. Latifa wouldn’t mind keeping another celebration day in Mariano Ancestral House because of the joy she cannot deny after meeting Carolus. There are no other guests with them except for Minerva and her family. Victor could see how Gwyneth is secretly delighted sitting next to Paco. It is the same wonder to him how did his mother get able to convince Minerva to go inside the house which she disliked to even remember.“Madame, it is so much an honor to be invited for a very special day for your family,” Minerva said and was personally happy for Latifa’s choice of taking the center garden as a place for their dinner. Apparently, it is less burdensome for her to go inside the lot of Mariano Ancestral House since this portion of the center garden was not included in the real acquisition.“It’s my first time here. It’s good,” Paco also commented. “Well, delight yourselves. Because today, m
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXVIII. For Once, A Matchmaker
Victor knew that entering the household of the Mercators is not as easy as getting welcomed by his own family. It felt like eyes were on him, waiting for these beholders to shrug at the different culture Victor was showing to them. He tried his best to move in a formal way. But at the end of the day, it was just his immediate family who kept on talking to him. He waited for Grant’s reaction or even just a simple speech. But he only said a few words.“So this is Carolus after all?” Grant said while looking at Latifa. When Latifa responded to him, he only nodded and silently went to the second floor of the manor. It felt like forever until he was left alone in his room where he could recollect himself and see how far things go on in his life. But even the interiors of his room cannot allow him to have that luxury. So he went towards the balcony to see any difference of Bordeaux in the perspective of a Mercator mansion. Before he could look down, he saw Grant sitting silently on the oth
Look At Me, Oneil CLXXXIX. This Kind of Waiting
Days remained as a good time for the Mercators to enjoy because Carolus has returned. Essi, on the other side, had other things going on in her life too. Telling even a simple thing from that feels like ruining the Mercators’ joy. So she headed after the day’s work with no better thoughts in her mind except to go home immediately. She believes that if she could just get back in an hour to her Amakan house, she can still manage her headache. But the traffic was so congested, even the gates to the Bayanihan felt like a gateway to a road rage. It seems like she will arrive late. Or maybe by seeing a familiar figure waiting outside her house deemed her to realize that the traffic congestion was supposed to get herself escape an unknown event to unfold.“What is Marika doing here?” Just the sight of this woman is enough to give her a sign that she has to deal with her own problems again. “But what’s up with her?”“Ma’am is this the place?” the taxi driver asked.Essi doesn’t have enough t
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