When good things come, our past desires also reborn. It has been Essi’s hobby to stroll the Bordeaux market and find good deals there. Her stroll towards the inner parts of the market feels like her fresh meandering in the market of Bayanihan as well. From there, she learned that the best stalls are often at the hinter parts of the market and the best products are often hidden or covered by the old supplies. She happily picks up oranges and other fruits. A special stall offers fresh buko as well. She thought of preparing a buko salad as a special dessert for Oneil to enjoy. While she was waiting for the vendor to pack her items, some fruits rolled towards her feet. She looked around to find out where it came from and saw the familiar figure of Oneil’s mother, struggling through the destroyed paper bag where the other items she bought kept coming out. She took a reusable bag for the fruit vendor to additionally charge to her purchase. She placed the fruits in it and gave to O

Latifa pushed herself for another meet with Essi. It might be a shame to use this as a reason but because of Essi's wound, Essi and her can be prompted to meet again. Right now, inside the private hall of the Grand Mercator Pavilion, it is just her, the dead air, and her sole purpose of meeting Essi again. Waiting for her feels like returning again on her serious work inside the Mercator Group where she needs to wait for the bigger investors from international companies to meet with her. But now that she retires from that kind of work and focusing on handling the entire foundation organizations of the Mercator Group, it felt only familiar but nostalgic.  Her assistant finally came around with a good news that her special guest is already checking in towards the dine hall she specially prepared for this time.  Essi arrived like any other ordinary day of work. She is still in her corporate attire, except enhanced by her sense of passion and the lilac brooch t

Normandy has been sung with the tales of D-Day. Wars were there. Accounts of de Stafford too. In the village of Saint-Cénéri-le-Gérei is a thousand more of memories. Starting from that which drifting through River Sarthe, the song of youth meandering upon its stone bridge and the promise of rest by the curved roads to cob buildings and timbered houses, everything in the village creates a very special gem to keep in the treasuries of a visiting heart.It has been worthwhile to touch down upon this well-known land. While Oneil has to return to Bordeaux for his work, Essi still has to stay for her business. "Are you sure that you will be fine here?" Oneil asked while packing the things he needed. "Of course, althought I will miss you," Essi answered. "To be safe, you should just stay here instead of checking in to hotels." Oneil has been reiterating that what is his shall be for Essi as well. Essi has been reluctant to

Essi was in a silent rage and tensed upon her seat while absorbing what Victor said about Jillian. Essi rather supposed that it is more convenient to tolerate Jillian’s feelings to Oneil. But is a different case since Jillian had something to do with Oneil’s accident. Jillian was there, in trying to drag Essi’s name at the wrong side for Oneil to dislike Essi. She was there, in trying to make Oneil jealous about Essi and Victor. Jillian was there with furious eyes on how Essi could have everything that Jillian badly wanted. She was there, feigning her friendliness when Essi highly regarded Jillian as someone dear to her.“Is that why she’s working with Niana?” She never thought that the two could be in the same feather after all. “They were trying to find the trade secret of MG at the country house,” she disclosed while wondering what else they might do.“We’ll never know now is she up to with Niana,” Victor said while dropping the hints on how Niana was so invested on looking who is

Niana freely comes in and out of the Mercator Manor. It is the same usual morning when she attempts to observe the behavior of the other Mercators. The manner that they remain relaxed when they meet her in the hallway highly depicts that they do not have any idea what she has been up to.“Welcome, Niana. Did you take your breakfast already?” one of her younger cousins ran towards her.“Oh, I haven’t,” she hugged back to them. They even brought her towards their own picnic table under the wisteria.“Would you like to join us?” The kids were having a brunch outdoor. There is only one seat vacant.“Let me get a new chair for you,” said by a young boy and immediately ran towards the kitchen door.“Sorry Niana. This is for Gwyneth because she wants to join us. Please wait for your seat.”“It’s alright,” Niana repeatedly told them. “You can enjoy it without me. After all, I still have something to do inside. Maybe next time, okay?”“Sure thing!” they said in unison.Niana left with a wide s