Taste of Time

The irony that lies behind the Fortunatus Family is that their surname means fortune and everyone believes it. Little did everyone know that they are hiding secrets they want to keep forever and don't dare to let out.Lakshmi Fortunatus cannot believe that her daughters—her lucky omen—were born with each of them losing different senses: taste, touch, smell, sight and hearing. Fortunatus sisters are anything but lucky or fortunate. They think they were cursed by heaven.With them born without one of their senses, will they be able to live a normal life? Will enough time help them to recover from their miseries? Or they will just get old waiting for their greatest wish—the restoration of the five senses.  

"Food brings people together on many different levels. It's nourishment of the soul and body; it's truly love."—Giada De Laurentiis "WE DID IT!" We squealed. Napatingin kami sa isa't-isa at sabay kaming napatawa sa inakto."Thank you so much, Lala!" I sincerely said."Ano ba chef! No need to thank me. Dahil ito sa sipag nyo, nagawa nating makuha ang napakagandang balita," masayang sabi niya."Yes, cliché it may sound but it won't work without all of your help.""That's our job," kibit-balikat na sabi niya.Sinamaan ko ito ng tingin dahil sa narinig. I sighed. I told them many times about it.

"The climb maybe tough, but the view from the top is always better."—Unknown I just smiled at them one last time at pumasok na rin sa kotse ko. I buckled my seatbelt and started maneuvering the car. After an hour or so, I arrived at our house with some lights still open. Gising pa sila?"We arrive at the same time, sis." A familiar voice thundered behind me, making me startled."At least make yourself known, Asaisha. You almost gave me a heart attack!" gulat kong sabi.She just wickedly smile at me. "Don't worry, hindi ka naman pababayaan ni Alisha."Crazy.Kumunot ang noo ko nang lumapit ito

“I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.”—John Milton   He doesn't like it? I thought. Hindi pa nga niya natitikman eh. "You...you don't like it?" hindi ko mapigilang tanong. Worry is evident in my eyes as I look back at him. He leaned his back on the chair while crossing his arms over his chest. Tinitigan niya ako bago magsalita. "Sit and we'll talk," aniya. Agad naman akong umupo at ngumiti sa kaniya para hindi niya mahalatang nanginginig ako sa kaba. He's more intimidating than his father! "What did you cook f

Parang sinasabi niya na ring wala kaming panama sa iba. I know for a fact that we're nothing compared with the Fig Restaurant. Alam namin iyon. Sinasabi niya bang hindi namin deserve na makuha ang approval ni Mr. Williams? Sinasabi niya bang may ginawa kami para makuha iyon? Is he indirectly insulting us?I had never hated someone in my life. Kahit nakakatanggap ako ng masasamang salita sa iba. Kahit na may naiinis sa akin dahil sa hindi ko malamang rason. Tinanggap ko ang mga iyon dahil alam kong hindi totoo ang mga binabato nila sa akin. My achievements were questioned.Tinatanong nila kung bakit maraming tumatangkilik sa restaurant namin at kung paano ko nakuha ang mga pangaral patungkol sa pagluluto sa murang edad.May ginawa raw ba ako patalikod? Mga ganoong pagbabato at paninira ng ibang tao. But I had never hated them for that. I didn't fight back, hinayaan kong mawala ang issue nila sa akin...sa amin. Hindi ako nagtanim ng galit sa kanila. Not because I don't want to but becaus