''Yes, Mom. "I'm fine," Yohan assured her mother on her last call. He is not angry with her mother. He was only disappointed that she didn't tell him about their family, even though she usually did. Yohan was just so hurt that he chose to go, not to flee from everything, but to simply leave.
The kettle whistled, beckoning him for a fresh cup of coffee. He approached his phone near the window. He was delighted he did because he was able to answer her mother's call.
This wasn't it. His coffee is light-colored.
Watching the fog clear seemed to have relieved his bitterness; while sipping his not-so-enjoyable coffee, he noticed Yva strolling along the pathway. She is dressed in unusual clothing, comprising jogging pants, running shoes, a cap, and a white shirt. She is wearing her shirt. Is she wearing a shirt on this chilly morning? Perhaps she was just used to it.
It felt hot after her workout, so she removed it. It can get chilly, but that's okay. Yohan appears to be adjusting to the cold, as he awoke early and was enjoying his coffee. She waved hello to him, and he waved back in the misty morning. Yva hadn't seen him in a long time, even though they lived close together. He was busy with his work, as was she, but she occasionally wondered why he came here. She only knew a bit from Sir Marcelo. Yva only knew he was Sir Marcelo's nephew, an intern, and that he chose to start as a stranger in this part of town. Yva only hopes he doesn't feel that way because, after all, he has a root to claim in their place.
She jogged smoothly along the steps, uncaring of the endless steps. Yva summoned the chicken immediately and flung their cracked corn. She searched the entire house to see what else she could accomplish before leaving. And nothing, she can only sense loneliness. Yes, she is content in this place, but loneliness haunts her whenever she sees her grandmother's unused chair. It's just there, resting against the patio. Yva is still hesitant to unfold and sit on it, fearing that she will be burdened with additional responsibilities. Just as she left her to take on the responsibilities she is currently undertaking. It was a little too much for her, especially as a 24-year-old girl. It wasn't the hardship of the responsibility that troubled her; it was the perception that others had of it. They didn't detest it per se; they just believed it was against church order and disturbing. What's more alarming though is that they still pray like them and continue to attend church just like them.
They are intended for those who are desperate and in need.
Later on. Yohan spotted her again, dressed casually, walking down those endless steps. She wasn't in a rush; her steps were light and carefree. Yohan wondered why she walked instead of riding in her jeep. She traveled for several minutes before reaching the main road. Waiting for a ride on the main road is difficult for her, so she continued walking until she arrived at the waiting shed where public transit typically picks up their customers.
Even though it was only after A.M., the heat was beginning to hurt her; her garments were not appropriate for hot weather, but she did wear them to shield herself from the rain later. She arrived at her location earlier than she expected.
She was able to change her clothes before the rain began. She walked out in the rain since she was hungry and had an umbrella with her. She arrived at the café and was the only one there. The auntie, the owner, acknowledged her presence by promptly preparing Yva's order.
This is where she can be alone and have the time for herself. There is absolutely nothing wrong if she sometimes thinks about herself. Because oftentimes she is so filled with other people's problems that she forgets that she has her problem. It was this place that gave her the silence she needed and the unrecognition she wanted. Though the recognition she gains in this place as just someone like them flutters her heart. This is the only place that accepts someone like her and a place that can welcome her in a church. She was just thankful and lucky enough that her deceased grandmother prepared her and introduced her to this place before she said her last goodbye. All the people who know her in that place don't know her but one thing is for sure they accept each other. They have each other's back because they understand each other. They may be from different places and beliefs but they share the same goal; to help in the most unusual but ethical and miraculous manner.
Gamaliel arrived at his home, and his presence was the only thing that brightened it again. He is still alone and needs to turn on the lights. It constantly feels empty, but it isn't since it's full of his thoughts about his future steps in life. He imagined being happy here, at a university, and returning to the city to be with his family.
But he needed to go through this. This is what he chose, or this is the result of his mistake. Everything he is going through right now is the result of his greed, though he never expected it to go so far. He believes it would be beyond his ability to handle it. With one exception, Yva. Her support had pushed him through to believe that there was nevertheless hope. And perhaps all of this is not a mistake, but rather a detour. He prefers to think as is since it makes him feel less lonely. Because if it wasn't like Yva stated, he'd drown in loneliness. Yva came just as he was about to lose everything due to his stupidity. Yva came to his rescue; her compassion and calling enabled him to be a useful member of their family.
Yva came to his rescue; her compassion and calling enabled him to be a useful member of their family. He was relieved she was her cousin. His first cousin, to be specific.