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XLIX. Lonely Balustrade
Perhaps, it would have been a thankful farewell. A night of priceless gratitude and appreciation, even just for the little kindness and welfare that Captain Arturo has advanced for Oneil. The young man has finally adopted the ways of Bayanihan Town by moving out in the night to not get feasted by the nosy neighbors.
He wanted to approach the man to hear something from him. But after all the grief, distrust, and regret that he caused Oneil to bear, Captain Arturo shamefully questions himself if he deserves it. Maybe Oneil is transferring his luggage to the van with a promise to never look back on his experiences with the Sanchezes. Well, the captain cannot blame Oneil if he would think in that manner.
If only Marika had just given up on Oneil and respectfully return him to where he belongs, then his daughter might have earned respect from Essi and Oneil’s family. If only Marika was not selfish and did not insist on her interest, Captain Arturo’s family wouldn’t have e
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