I subsequently responded, "It's Hazel brown.""It's also very rare for Asians who were naturally born with a pair of brown eyes color to acquire such cases unless it is hereditary. This case is unlikely to occur since brown-eyed Asians have more melanin in their iris. Compared to those who were born with blue eyes, well, those cases are prone to such." He looks back to my patient chart once more before returning to me, "Did you happen to have some kind of a traumatic experience like an accident causing any harm with your eyes?" he asks.And I promptly answered, "I did not."While the two of us are discussing, Gab just suddenly butts in, "I saw her fainted last night, perhaps it could've been the impact from her fall."Here go his lies again. "I didn't, Gab. so stop saying I fainted." my teeth clenching from temper.Yet, Gab did not renounce to it, "Girl, check this photo and tell me I keep on lying on to you." He showed me a picture of me lying on the lobby floor surrounded by some re
CHAPTER VThe Centre Hospitalier Princess Grace,Avenue Pasteur, MonacoThe bright fluorescent beams around when I open my eyes, causing me mild blindness. My vision started as a blur, slowly clearing up when I look around to see where I am. I rose from what appears like a hospital bed and immediately scrutinize myself, I'm dumbfounded to discover that I am well and fine. I am indeed at a hospital now. The quadrate ward is quite spacious for me alone. Adjacent to me is a wide glass window with sky blue see-through curtain, overlooking a mountain night lights view from here.Miraculously, I didn't get drown, and more importantly, my wound is nowhere to be found. It's as if, I've never been stabbed at all. Part of me still ponder, I'm dead for real yet here I am so alive. Could there be any hospital in the afterlife as well? That's why I'm here?I am completely puzzled and wondering if I'm being fooled by life and death.It is still fresh in my memory how I got drowned along with that P
As my rage dilutes, I suddenly notice the odd way they all look at me. Their stares don't show any sign of fright from my sudden uproar, no not really, it is more like shock than horror. My forehead starts to furrow once more until Emalia, took the courage to tell me, "Thalia, what's wrong with your eyes?"My brow creases, "Why? What's with my eyes?" I asked her but she barely moves her lips.I look at Gab next who is still stammering as he points to my right eye, "Why do you have different eye color?" he asks. What does he mean about my eye color? different color? Is he or are they pranking me?"This isn't a good joke, guys." I blurted.The door creaks open the door again and we all inclined our heads to the nurses coming towards me, following them is a middle-aged blonde white guy in red corporate sleeves and cream trousers buckled with a black belt, his stethoscope hangs over his nape being the only medical display on top of his white lab suites that tries to veil his good outfit—h
She keeps mentioning names I have no idea who could they be in the very first place. Thinking about it over and over gave me minor headaches. The other side of my face remains to rest on my palm until the door creaks open, "Thalia! Goodness gracious, finally you are awake." Emalia rushed to my side after putting some packed meals beside the white table.As my rage dilutes, I suddenly notice the odd way they all look at me. Their stares don't show any sign of fright from my sudden uproar, no not really, it is more like shock than horror. My forehead starts to furrow once more until Emalia, took the courage to tell me, "Thalia, what's wrong with your eyes?"My brow creases, "Why? What's with my eyes?" I asked her but she barely moves her lips.I look at Gab next who is still stammering as he points to my right eye, "Why do you have different eye color?" he asks. What does he mean about my eye color? different color? Is he or are they pranking me?"This isn't a good joke, guys." I blurte
I was scanning through the files and all the documents inside the luggage appeared to me were confidential proof of assets and properties named after Charlotte Cascioffero. How could I at least contact this person when I can't even understand any of the wordings?Disappointed, I returned everything inside the luggage and just went downstairs. What made me feel more balked is seeing the rest of them happily laughing at the dining. Great how everyone is here yet here I am in the gloom.Everyone shut right the moment after I pull out the wooden chair and nestled to sit. I hate how everyone becomes silent as they all look at me like some kind of an intruder in the family. Much more to my dismay, everyone hastily takes turns in serving me food just soon after I pick the spoon and fork."You don't have to do this," I sigh. It's just too annoying knowing I can do it on my own.My mother who is sitting adjacent to me answers, "I hope you don't take this on us, we just miss having you around.
"What are your other plans for the coming months?" My father suddenly chimes.My eyes move on to him, "I haven't given much thought, I just arrived today. Work, Maybe?" I dreary told him while nibbling on the crisp deep-fried meat they locally call here Bagnet."You can't just live on with that kind of resources, I was thinking maybe you should consider managing the farmland." My father suggested, his eyes were focused on his plate while mixing the vegetable dish and rice."It's quite enough to support me unless you wanted me to support you all as well? I've already mentioned this property thing before, didn't I? I told you I'm not interested." I look away from him. Before the tension gets even worse, I rose without finishing my meal. "Thanks for the meal." and I quickly went back to my room without looking back at them.Why do I need to come back to this house? If I could only get an apartment, I had that already. I have both good and bad memories in San Ildefonso, but the bad memori
"It's not like I have a choice either, so yeah, here I am." I mused. I stand once more and took out an empty plate from the cupboard. I placed a few dishes on my plate and more on the vegetables, truthfully, I miss this but no matter how I try, I just couldn't enjoy eating it with these people anymore."What are your other plans for the coming months?" My father suddenly chimes.My eyes move on to him, "I haven't given much thought, I just arrived today. Work, Maybe?" I dreary told him while nibbling on the crisp deep-fried meat they locally call here Bagnet."You can't just live on with that kind of resources, I was thinking maybe you should consider managing the farmland." My father suggested, his eyes were focused on his plate while mixing the vegetable dish and rice.In those two months, I'm still employed in La Sobelle yet, I also got my certification from the Department of Tourism as a tour guide in the region. I have begun my perfume business as well, offering it online and to
Out of my pondering, the tall Spanish man came to me again while the others are busy walking along the shore to get their picturesque view of the Bangui Windmills. He offers me a local dragonfruit juice to which I immediately refused. He ignores my refusal and pulled out one of my hands to place the juice on my palm. I guess it left me with no other option as he obliged me to clasp on it.He stood still beside me as he twisted the cap of the other dragonfruit juice left on his hand gradually drinking on it. It was too late when I realize how I was so focused on watching how his throat moves as the juice glides within it. Funny that I became moved just by witnessing it, that I immediately drink mine after successfully dragging my sight away from his direction. The dragonfruit juice isn't so bad, it tasted like a cold yogurt milkshake.I was looking towards the other members of the group when he suddenly asks, "How long have you been in this job?"With a query look, I answered him, "Jus
Now that sounds really suspicious. But I know I can’t just argue with her about it. Taking that step might just make her harm me or take back the antidote from me. I have to pretend like everything is okay from my end.In this situation I am in, I have to make it appear before Magindara’s eyes that I totally agree with her suggestion. Somehow, there are points from her statement that really do convince me but a greater picture doesn’t deny me the intuition that she might be trying to take me in as tool for her ulterior motive.I don’t know what it really is but I have to be vigilant and ready about it. Ready in a sense that I at least could handle the situation even if I am not aware what kind of battle that I am about to face here.“I’ll see what I can do.” I just replied.I believe that would be the safest thing to say for now.“Do you have any other question so far?” Magindara asked me. I wonder why she suddenly came up with that question.Did she find or somewhat noticed it from m
“Nothing that involves you or Florante.” I told him that shut him up quickly.This time, I didn’t wait for Leandro to act on my request to withdraw the troops away from Magindara. And so, I yanked my head to their direction and yelled, “All of you! Lower your weapons and withdraw from her at once!”“You can’t do that, Miss Emalia.” Leandro tried to protest.“And why can’t I?” I retort back.“Because I am the one leading them, Miss Emalia.”“Very well.” I said with full pride facing the troops, I then added, “As your master’s bride, I also hold the highest command alongside your master. Deny me of this and you shall be severely punished by your master.”And it was like a fearing statement, all the troops begin to withdraw from Magindara and not even Leandro was able to stop that.Magindara still hasn’t remove her barrier but I saw on her face that she is convinced that I did this so that we’re somewhat even for keeping me alive. I nod at her as I make my exit from the cave.As the gua
It makes me feel regretful though but a tinge part of me has become quite the curious as to how the image from the translucent pearl just keep on showing Florante when I am so focused to see my mother?My inquisitive thoughts have been rattling me once again and this just makes me frustrated as I know I won’t set myself aside without trying to know the reason why. But apparently, it seems that Magindara doesn’t have the answers for me as well and this bugs me.“I feel bad for this but do you still wish to try it again?”Though deep down within me says I would prefer to, I think it would be better off if I won’t pursue trying again. It’s kind of scary trying again and then Florante will just be the end result of it.And so I told her, “No. We’ve done it twice already. If it’s not meant for me then it’s okay, but what I just don’t understand it that, why does it keep on showing Florante no matter how I try to concentrate to see my mother? Do you perhaps know a deeper thought about it?”
After handing over the small flask of my tears to her, Magindara went to her drawers and drop in some kind of a blue liquid into before she heads back in front of the translucent pearl once more.“Come closer. Now, as I drop your tears into the pearl, I want you to envisage the moment you wish to see.” She told me.It will be quite difficult for me to try and picture it out since it was the day I was born. I have zero recollection about it except for the stories that my dad often tells me.I wonder how on earth will I start creating such image in my head. But as Magindara head on to drop the liquid on the pearl, I quickly had to concentrate and think deeply about that moment when I was born. I could use my baby images to help me concentrate and it appears that it is working.The translucent pearl is beginning to glow and I couldn’t hide my excitement that I’ll finally get to see the image of my biological mother after twenty-seven long years.Even though Magindara has stop from singi
The beauty of the silver clam boasted as it spread itself open before us. It revealed a shiny pearl inside.“This is a translucent pearl. It can give you a mirror to reflect anything you wish to see from the present and past.”Could that pearl really be that powerful enough to see anything from the past?“Will I be able to see someone from the past even if I hadn’t got the chance to know them?”“Well, the pearl never misses anything the water could see.”“There is someone I’d like to see. Could it be possible thought…I wonder.”“Do you have anyone in mind you met while you are anywhere near bodies of water?” Magindara asked.I’m not sure if it’s okay to tell her a weak side of me. But I’ve been yearning to see an image of my mother. I wonder for real, if doing this will give me the chance to see her even for a short while.“I’m not sure. The last time I was with her was when I was born. My father says she died giving birth to me.”“I’m sorry about that but it seems like we have no oth
“You came back here for the purpose of knowing the truth. But your appearance in this era has made quite some changes in the present time without your knowing.” Magindara stated. She glides her way towards rock formation that resembles a cellar.Magindara gestured me to follow her and I followed. It’s such a surprise that I actually don’t find it scary following her. For some reason, I am just too confident or was it more like I find it normal.It never came into my mind that I am inside an enemy’s lair and a mythical creature that could easily harm me. was this boost of confidence because of the other half of the orient pearl residing inside of my chest?I held into my chest and tried to scrub it gently, I wanted to feel the pearl inside of me but when I find myself looking weird, I immediately stop.Magindara and I stop when we reach the ground where a lot of jars are kept. From different sizes and colors. The whole place appears like Magindara’s secret laboratory for me. I didn’t k
“Did you even try to talk to him again?” I asked. For some unexplainable reason, I really didn’t understand why on earth did I asked that. Was I really trying to torment myself further? I guess so.Magindara just looks at me with a serene face and answered, “A lot of chances came to me but I never push through.”My brow wasn’t able to control itself from rising up as I followed up to ask, “But why didn’t you?”There, Magindara just smiled shyly, “I came to the point of asking myself, if I ever ask for forgiveness and he forgive me. Then the two of reconcile, what would happen if Aman Sinaya will return and ask for the same question again. I’m scared that my loyalty for Aman Sinaya will only make Florante hate me too much that he would rather kill me to death than see me alive.” She said back.I wanted to strangle her. Deep in my thoughts I wish I could just slap her for once but who am I to do that even if I am Florante’s fiancé.Magindara is bound in her faithfulness towards Aman Sin
“Florante saved me once. When some fisherfolks tried to hunt me down, Florante came to my aid and wash them out using the tidal waves. I owe him my life, so I told myself that I would love him and care for him…”Hearing those lines from Magindara stiffen my nerves. This impulse is making me crazy. I am now being consumed by the jealous frenzy. And the feeling just got more intensified when Magindara added saying, “…and I was happy that Florante noticed me and my affection for him. Perhaps it was because he was longing for someone to value and take care of him that’s why he finally noticed me. For quite some time, I stayed in his dome and had the vision of being wed to him. I know it came to his mind that he would ask me to be his wife but something came up.”The sudden turn of events from statement made me more curious. I just have to find the right words to make it sound from my end as if I was just less interested yet at the back of my head, I am so eager to know.And so, I asked, “
There I realize that maybe that was the bargain they made for their only child. That in exchange for their child to live, they have to offer even their own lives. It’s a very noblest thing for his parents to sacrifice at such extent.I feel all the pain that the young Florante is currently experiencing right now as I see him nestled himself on the ground wailing in tears. I can read through the movement of his mouth how he tries to call for his parents but since they were stoned, apparently the poor boy won’t be able to receive the response he was yearning to hear from them.“In exchange for the boy to live longer, his parents made a deal with the sea God. They will offer their lives to be used as auxiliary life source so that Amanikable could transfer his mentala to the young boy. Florante’s state was so fragile that if it’s not done that way, Florante might not be able to handle to amount of mentala inside his body that he will soon perish to death quicker than they could even imagi