My day always begins with you as the sun's rays begin to light up the morning. I've never been happier than when I was running through the fields and helping my mother fill water in the kitchen.
This is my favorite time of day because I'll be close to you. I never imagined that making the crown flower would be so beneficial to me in making you happy.
I would fill the water in the kitchen and then before anything else I would gather some flowers to make a crown.
My heart danced with you as you danced in the middle of those flowers, and your laughter is music to my ears.
I'll hide behind the tree, watching from a distance with a wide smile on my lips, and I'll place the flowers beside the tree before you notice me.
But when Mother forbade me from going to the garden, I was hurt because I saw you every day leaving the house and waiting for me in the garden.
I never expected it to affect you as much as it does me, but I can't reveal myself to you; I'm just your servant's daughter, and I have no right to be near you.
So I went there anyway, oblivious to my mother's presence, hoping you'd feel my presence even without the flowers.
It warmed my heart when you began talking to yourself as if I were present with you and truly existed in your world. I hear you talking a lot, as if you're telling me stories, even though I don't understand you because you're speaking in your godly language, and I still don't know anything about people like you who came from another country. I would still be ignorant if it weren't for Kirk, Nop's brother, who told me things I was previously unaware of.
Kirk, like his brother Nop, comes from an elite family, but when your family moved, he never treated us like mere servants. When we were transferred to serve in their clan, I met Kirk.
I caught you eavesdropping in one of the mansion's rooms just as I was about to sneak out to watch the sun set and get the flowers you always left there, which I assumed were for me.
Although I was close enough for you to see me at the moment, I'm glad I was quick to hide in one of the mansion's vases so you didn't.
I followed you through the fields after spotting you leaving the mansion and seeing how distressed you were.
And when I saw you there, sobbing uncontrollably next to the tree, my heart broke. I wondered what had caused you to be so sad as to go wailing like that.
When my father passed away out ocean fishing, I can recall grieving in a similar manner when I was around her age.
I therefore considered that maybe someone in your family had passed away; it would have stung like my father's death does for me.
I wanted to reach close to you and embrace you, but I was worried you'd reject me. As a result, I chose to sit back behind the grass and observe you while listening to your screams because there was nothing else I could do but stay there with you, even if you weren't aware I was there.
I made another crown flower while I was watching in the hopes that, if you notice it, it may eventually make you smile. I was simply considering how I would deliver this to you covertly.
When I was about to secretly lay the crown flower, I noticed you had already fallen asleep on the ground.
My intention was to simply lay the flowers beside you, but when I saw how messy your face looked, I was about to laugh but was afraid I'd wake you up, so I just covered my mouth and giggled for a moment.
I sat next to you and gently shook your body to make sure you were asleep so I wouldn't wake up when I wiped the dirt off your face.
Your face is so flawless, and as I was wiping off the dirt, I grinned to myself. Being able to interact with such a lovely child is a pleasure.
Yet as you held my hand and we simultaneously gazed into each other's eyes, my smile faded. At that very moment, I believed I had just seen the heavens laying in your eyes, leading me to believe you are in fact a child of God.
Even though time has passed, the memories will always be there. My heart will always remember how it felt at that precise time. Even though change may be the only constant in life, I will always have a soft spot in my heart for you. I won't let time, place, or characters influence how I feel about you.
I stood there looking, and the most beautiful human being I have ever seen, with those eyes that have heaven in them, was looking intently while smiling and walking side by side with the man who welcomed her the moment she got off that wagon.
It might be a pleasing sight for everyone around here; I should be happy too, but my heart tells me otherwise. You may not look at me the same way you did before, and you may have forgotten about this peasant girl who cannot give the world what that man can, but only crown flowers that are still coming from your own garden.
What a pity to have been born like this and to have felt this way toward a goddess like you; this might be called insanity, but I will keep these feelings within me even if you can't see them, and even if you can't see me, I will still remain where I am standing, watching you, as it always has been and as it always should be.
I bowed before you like every servant should do, all eyes on you, who would not look if an entity from heaven came down to put light into this dark and lonely world where positions and money are more important than seeing the beauty in everyone.
But who am I to complain? I am just a mere servant. Who are paid to serve and not give opinions and have no right to complain but to obey only.
The man with the white polo shirt is back again in this old house. He shifted his position as he was sitting in this chair near the desk, reading the words written on one of the old and brownish papers on top of the old desk.
He removes his eyeglasses from his eyes and wipes them with his handkerchief that he gets from his pocket. Before he puts them back on, he also wipes his eyes and goes back to reading.
The old mansion was now cleaned and renewed, and everything inside was like it was before it was abandoned and time forgot about it.
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"So, what are your plans now, Freen? "Jim inquired about the situation Freen had created, noting that while it was good that she had already learned how to fight for what she truly desired, it did not change the fact that what she did was a careless move that would have a domino effect.
"Honestly,." she says hesitantly, biting her lower lip.
Knowing that Freen was making that facial expression, Jim's eyes expand. When she was certain that no one was looking in the direction of the others, who were busy swimming in the pool, she dragged Freen inside the house.
"You mean you dragged us all here and caused us to lose our jobs, but you don't have a plan? "Jim said quietly as they entered the house.
"Heh," Freen said, smiling awkwardly at Jim.
Jim smacked her head with her palm before putting her hands in her hips.
"And how about Becky? What is her plan? " Jim went on.
"She still doesn't know what happened," Freen replied, looking down and heaving.
''What ? "What exactly are you thinking? "Jim expressed concern about Freen and Becky's situation.
I- I don't know, Freen said, not looking Jim in the eyes.
Jim looked at her, searching for answers in Freen's eyes.
In order to avoid Jim's probing gaze, Freen turned her head aside and focused her attention on a specific individual who was enjoying the pool with Kade and Tee and who was currently continuing to drink beer.
Jim grinned and gave Freen a knowing look as she followed Freen's gaze.
"I guess it was all worth it all along," Jim said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," Freen replied weakly.
"What's up?'' Jim inquires, perplexed, as to what had caused Freen to sound so depressed
"It's Uncle, I haven't contacted them yet. "I turned off my phone and I don't know what to say to them," Freen admitted.
Then Jim added, chuckling, "Well, that one is a genuine problem. Becky's mother would probably truly kill you now, as she really wants to before.
But when she turned to look at where Freen was, she was just putting on a poker face.
''Oops. I apologize. I forgot," Jim apologizes, because Freen doesn't want anyone who knows about it to talk about it.
"It's okay. Let's just go back and join them, they're looking at us," Freen said as she walked towards the three who were now at the pool's edge and sat with them, quickly grabbing a beer and emptying it in one shot.
Jim enters the circle silently.
Becky was just so quiet while watching them; she heard them talking inside the house but didn't bother interrupting and just let them talk.
She was preoccupied with Freen, and she had been dying to ask her what she had done. She can tell by the way Freen is acting that she is in big trouble right now.
Becky stood up and snatched the bottle from Freen's grasp after seeing her finish another bottle of beer for the third time. Freen looked at her, puzzled, but didn't bother arguing with her; and just get another one. But Becky got it from her again.
"Stop what you're doing and come talk to me. You've been ignoring me for the entire damn time,'' Becky said and glared at Freen.
''I am not ignoring you. I am letting you enjoy yourself and catch up with the gang. You guys miss her so much, right guys? '' Freen said, and she glared at the three, who are now just looking at them, not able to say a word.
Freen threatened them, which forced the three to nod and say, "Yeah, we miss Beckzzy. ''They said it awkwardly, which made Becky frown, and they all bit their upper lips. Jim and Kade even made a funny gesture by zipping their mouths.
Becky shook her head, grabbed Freen's hand, and dragged her inside the house. Freen didn't have the power to fight because she was already feeling dizzy. She is not a drinker, which is the main reason why Becky noticed that something was really wrong.
Becky opened the room they used earlier to rest when they arrived here. Becky shoved Freen in bed, which made the latter glare at her. Freen felt more dizzy because of what Becky just did to her; she held her head, groaning.
''What's wrong with you, argh?'' Infuriated, Freeny asked Becky, rubbing her head and attempting to meet her eyes directly. Becky simply crossed her arms and gave her a poker-faced stare.
Becky asked with a concerned look on her face, "Tell me what's wrong.
''I'll tell you later, but let's just have fun.'' Freen responded that she couldn't look Becky in the eyes directly, which made Becky doubt her even more.
Becky said, "You said that to me earlier at the beach; now tell me what kind of problems are you in.''
Freen fidgeted with her fingers as she peered out the window and saw three people talking to each other by the pool.
"Please, Freen," Becky begged, but Freen didn't return her gaze.
Becky sat in front of Freen and held her hand, prompting Freen to return her gaze. When Freen notices Becky's concerned expression, her eyes widen.
'How could this girl be more concerned with my well-being than she is with her own? 'Freen considered feeling even more guilty.