Chapter 42She walked towards the second bedside table located nearer the VIP room door, opening a huge basket containing a bunch of flowers and a big vase. She opened her handbag and got some tissue wipes from it, and wiped the vase with tissue wipes to clean off some remaining dust from it.An elegant woman, in her middle fifties, graced the plain room of Tanashiri. She began taking out some meals from the meal basket she left at the entrance door and opened the meal containers. She also has some fragrant flowers packed into bouquets. "You brought this all by yourself? Why did you not call someone to help you with all these errands?""I heard these flowers I bought are good for comatose patients. Experts say that the smell of the pollens of these flowers stimulates the nervous system of comatose patients that helps them regain their consciousness easily. I will visit our son every day to bring him newly-harvested flowers of this kind." 

Clarita is shocked, unable to react to what had happened.It is the first time Paciano scolded her. Yeah, everyone in the school, both the school staffs and students know his hot temper, he is easily angered, even at minor things. He is known to talk back to their school teachers, and punch other students whenever he likes.She thought that she would never experience that kind of treatment from her boyfriend. She thought that she is special, and would treat her differently from others.In front of everyone at that."Why are you shouting at me? What-what did I do?" Clarita asked her boyfriend.Paciano suddenly grabbed Clarita's arms which are burnt. He inspected her arm. It is now turning red."You should have been more careful. You brought this upon yourself," Paciano said, in a defensive tone.She is now fuming-irritated at Paciano for being inconsiderate."Excuse me, you are the one who bumped into me when we got

A shattering loud sound piercing the ears was heard in the hospital ward. It came from Tanashiri's VIP hospital room.Paciano and Clarita is inside, and they are having a commotion."What is that sound?" the head doctor who is busily engrossed in his medical records, headed out of his office, just meters away from the group of nurses that grouped themselves as they heard the sound, and asked the nurses sitting in the nurses' station.One of the older nurses made a sign for a nursing intern to get some news, and she ran towards the room to have some clue of what is happening. She stopped outside the room, tiptoed to reach the window to caught a glimpse of what is happening inside.There is Mrs. Clarita, holding a broken vase in her hand, and she is bleeding continuously.On the other hand, Mr. Paciano had a big slash wound in her face that could be a permanent scar if not attended as soon as possible.The nursing intern came back to her senio

"All these years, I thought everything is near to perfection, except for my father's abuse and cheating and my mother leaving us unexpectedly, without even saying a word. I got money, unlimited access to all ladies I want, and gourmet foods. Everything that my father said about my mother is really a lie; I should have listened to her cryptic words all along."They are sitting by the sand, surrounded by tall palm and coconut trees, as they watch the cargos being unloaded in the port by both the Chinese and Jewish workers alike; their sweats falling down to each cargo.They are sweating profusely even if the weather is calm and cool. Others are near to fainting, with the exhaustion and dehydration they are experiencing, but cannot afford to succumb to the needs of their physical bodies to lie lifeless in the hardwood constructed by the port.They are in a ceasefire now, as they are drained by them talking to themselves, nagging each other for days now, on how they

The young boy, with still some disgusting snot and booger on his face, his freckled fair skin already a little tanned from fleeing Warsaw, him and the others running and hiding to save themselves from the senseless and emotionless soldiers who had gone on a killing spree, walked cheerfully towards Jouri's table. He is smiling from ear to ear as he served the dishes they ordered as if nothing happened weeks ago to him and his whole family tree. Jouri ordered almost all the foods listed on the menu of the restaurant as if she owns the money they will spend. The amount to be paid for their food will amount to more than the usual daily sales the restaurant makes; even increased ten-fold. Jouri tried to help him a bit by getting some of the plates and drinks from the trays, but the young boy refused to accept Jouri's help, removing Jouri's hands gently from the plates filled with the food. He waved his small hands slowly, clearly saying that he needs no help at the moment, as he can mana