Even though her eyes were puffy from crying and the tears had only subsided a few hours ago, and sleep eluded her, Fathia still got up as usual. Her routine had changed. Usually, she would sit at the dining table while Summer prepared her breakfast to fuel her for the day ahead at school. But now? She had learned to prepare it herself. Although her menu was very simple, she was thankful to Asya for patiently teaching her.
A few times, Jess's kitchen ended up quite messy because of her experiments. Luckily, Jess wasn't angry and instead kept supporting her learning. She said, "Failure is necessary so that we know what's best for us in the future." Even though Fathia's kitchen failures had nothing to do with Jess's advice.
Now? The kitchen was no longer her enemy. In fact, she often brewed coffee to get the measurements just right. Although she didn't know herself why she was learning to make a cup of coffee. Once the strong liquid in the cup cooled down, she made a face
"Whoa, there's so many orders?" Fathia's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she looked at the list that Melly, her assistant at the store, had just given her. Melly handed it over with a grin and a small smile."Looks like a stroke of luck, Anne."Fathia's shoulders slumped. "Yeah, luck, I guess. We're going to be working overtime." Then she received a gentle pat from Melly."We can handle it," Melly encouraged."I'm sure we can, it's just... Aunt Melly, you know, there's Ica. What about her? It's tough if I'm away working overtime all the time.""Ica's in the back, playing with the soil."Fathia slapped her forehead."As long as she's with Aunt, there won't be any issues. Come on... let's get these orders done. It's a good opportunity, right? I can use it to buy Ica some milk."Fathia's smile initially faded, but as she spoke with Melly, a tug at the corner of her lips reappeared. With this resilient single parent, Fathia
Fathia grinned with immense satisfaction at the result of her arrangement. The bouquet of fresh roses was now beautifully adorned. For a while now, both she and Melly had been getting the orders ready so that by the latest, 2 o'clock, some of them could be dispatched. Today, Fathia had decided to be the one delivering the rose bouquet herself.Using her motorcycle, which she actually owned but rarely used, she once again ensured the bouquet remained intact. A box attached to the back of her bike was deliberately set up as a means to deliver packages within a 3 km radius of her store."Are all the packages prepared according to the delivery addresses, Melly?" Fathia asked, just to make sure. Even though she had personally attached the recipient labels before waiting for the same-day couriers to arrive one by one."Done," Melly replied, understanding the young girl's concern. Knowing and working for her for almost a year, Melly understood why Anne was this worried
"Just a bit more, Max, and Boss's goal will be achieved. Just keep an eye around the Boss. Alvin's kid is dead. Sebastian isn't a hindrance. Be patient. After this, we'll get rid of the Boss. I know you've been waiting too long. Just like how we got rid of Alvin and his wife. Too bad... Felice joined in."Fathia's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly. Her breath caught in her throat as those words were terrifying to hear. So... so... Sebastian's suspicion since long ago, that his parents were murdered, was actually true. Ah... it's not that Fathia didn't want to know the truth about what happened five years ago. She was just scared that it might be true. Especially after the ominous night with several banging sounds.She wanted to open the restroom door, but her trembling hand was completely out of control. She struggled to keep herself standing upright. To not collapse onto the restroom floor below. Not to mention her eyes had welled up. Don't even ask about
Jess chokes, causing a disgusted frown on Fathia's face, who still can't fully believe what happened to her. Smoothly and without hesitation, Anne recounts the sequence of events. She tells Jess, who is enjoying her afternoon snack on the upper floor. Jess's café consists of two floors. They usually spend time there. Jess's café concept has quickly raised the name of Amorè.Besides being cozy and suitable for lively chats with friends, Fathia also agrees with the reviews. The trendy food and drinks displayed on the menu bring new customers who keep coming back."Just give me the real news, okay?"Fathia rolls her eyes. "You think I'm lying?"Jess stares at Fathia with a hard-to-decipher expression. "Eat first, come on. Maybe after this, you'll be sane again. And talk normally.""Ugh!"Although slightly annoyed that Jess doesn't believe what she's saying, the spread in front of her is indeed tempting. When is Fathia not t
Sitting next to the deliberately opened window, feeling the chilly night breeze, and enjoying the deepening darkness of the late night. Not caring that her fingertips were starting to go numb from the cold air brushing against them."Almost there, Max. Just a little more and Boss's goal will be achieved. You keep watch around the Boss. Alvin's child is dead. It doesn't mean Sebastian is an obstacle. Be patient. After this, we'll get rid of the Boss. I know you've been waiting for too long. Just like how we got rid of Alvin and his wife. Pity... Felice is involved too."Those words echoed, chipping away at Fathia's sanity. A succession of questions pounded her mind. She couldn't share her thoughts with Jess since her friend chose the safe path. Fathia was reminded of their intense conversation, where tears greeted them first. The first time they met. Jess even pinched her own arm hard to make sure that the person in front of her was truly Fathia."Oh my God... I.
For the past three days, Anne has been quieter than usual in Melly's eyes. Melly knows Anne is not much of a talker but still willing to ask about Ica. Lately, the young woman who owns the store where she works seems to have lost her voice. She spends more time in the backyard, enjoying her favorite part – various pots of lilies.And the peak of it all is because Melly is starting to get annoyed with Anne's behavior in her eyes. How could Anne manage to print the wrong message on the balloon glasses they'll be sending today?"Anne," Melly calls out softly. She can't bring herself to startle the girl. Sitting in front of her laptop screen, seemingly checking orders, but Melly is sure her mind isn't there. No response makes Melly speak again. "Hey, An.""Ah, Melly. What's up?" Fathia is quite surprised to see Melly approaching her, even a small touch on her shoulder."What's wrong with you? I've been noticing you all this time, and you seem lost."
"But sorry, I didn't mean to touch on your situation. Really."Fathia chuckles. "No worries, Melly. I know you mean well."There's a glimmer of hope upon hearing Melly's overly enthusiastic spirit. Even though she doesn't know what Fathia is dealing with, at least hearing her spirited voice lifts her mood slowly. She uses that to get back to finishing the orders. As for the issue of deciding to dig into the things that are bothering her about her life, she'll think about it again.Luckily, the orders are done an hour before all the couriers arrive. Fathia herself has already placed a special order for the orders she'll work on two weeks from now. At least she needs to prepare different materials, especially the availability of fresh flowers, which she always relies on as her flower shop's slogan.Towards the evening, Fathia is a bit surprised by Jess's visit. Normally her friend would just give a call or a short message. While she doesn't mind, seeing Jes
It took Fathia three days and two nights to think, strengthen her thoughts, and start figuring out what she would do if she went back to New York City. The issue of where she would stay was still uncertain. Maybe Jess's idea of renting a small room just for sleep was right. But she had to consider living there too. She couldn't just suddenly show up in front of Sebastian's apartment, right?So, where would she start?The image that always accompanied her through the night when she slept, she takes it again. She gently wipes everything inside the frame. Sitting and leaning on the edge of her bed, she stares at the picture for a long time. "I wonder if this is the best path? Should I come back?" While Fathia understands there won't be an answer she can hear, at least she can voice the obstacle she feels.Not to mention, Jess's pressure seems to be getting more unpredictable. Including her plans, which, according to Fathia, are a bit crazy. Jess even suggested just