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Ivo's P.O.V

I was almost breathless picking flowers amidst the vast blooms of colorful, sprout bloomy as soft flowerlike. Showy the clusters of usually sterile white, pink, and bluish that are either placed in the saxifrage Hydrangeaceae. The paniculata cultivars that are blushing pink blooms even leaves of pink macrophylla flashy red that are streaked with purple as its blooms turn to lavender violet.

I ignored the sunlight that clung to my skin causing me to feel the heat all over my body, even in my eyes because of its rays. It's too hot because it's summer, but I like it. I like this part of the climate because the flowers I plant bloom more beautifully. Although, what I am doing right now is tiring, but it has not been an obstacle for me to stop picking.

This is really the climate I want; the upright sun, the conical helixes of their upward spiral against the flat blue sky is completely hypnotic, the cloudless vibrant that when you look at it, you can feel the comfort, the whilst lovely windy that I feel causes me to breathe, inhaling the solace of familiarity of it's the natural smell.

Their once beautiful petals curling at the edges from the summer heat, already their stalks are limp and when I pick them up their heads fall with gravity towards the ground.

“Shit,” I inwardly curse.

I should have put them in the vase the minute I got home. Soon they stand in cool water and all I can do is go about my work and hope they recover.

They're my favourites too, miniature of gumamela’s and other various grandeur flowers. I can never tire of their sweet fragrance. Each one is a delicate bloom, no matter if it is a formal garden or wasteland. Their petals are delicate works of art and their hues are medicine for my soul.

The natural smell of flowers almost blew pierced into my nostrils. It's just something that really engages and attracting me every day. My eyes lit up with other flowers slowly blooming. And as it blooms, different types of butterflies applying touches to the petals and fly freely throughout the farm. My lips slowly formed to smile, then I sighed.

"Oh dear! The flowers are really blooming!" Francing said cheerily to me while I was picking flowers to be delivered to big flower shops in the City.

Though, I was next to her because she also picked flowers and put them in the basket I was holding. I just smiled at grandma's happy face as I watched and smelled the picked flowers.

I even saw her sniff the fragrance of the gumamela flower.

She was my Mom's companion in raising me then — even now.

"Well, whatever Ivos's plant grows really well, Francing," said Ponce, one of my helpers here on the farm. That's where I pick a variety of flowers.

And this is my grandpa. Grandma Francing's brother and one of my assistants here on the farm. He is busy watering our plant. Though, both of them preceded their husband and wife in death.

In the middle of it’s here stands our Lighthouse where here I often stay when resting as well as my colleagues. There is also a small hut here, just nearby. Where my other workers also often hang out even though there are quite a few of us.

It's almost just the opening of the Araniegos mansion that I can see now, on the left side, which if you look closely, is only a few kilometers away from the view, but if you go there, it's quite far away and about a few kilometers before you even get to their mansion. They can see even their rustic hefty gate that grabs their attention in front of them because of their mighty mansion that stands out from there.

That mansion is as large as ours, and to the right is our mansion, which is covered by our flower land, despite the fact that it isn't far away and can only be walked on.

I looked up at the upper part of our mansion. Even though it is next to our vast flower farm and tower that can only be seen from here, the balcony part of my parents' room can be seen from here. It's the most beautiful part, and I always look at it when I plant here. As I plant, I frequently see them from down here.

My lips twitched as I remembered my mother smiling and watching me every time I assisted my father with planting, picking, and even plowing the land. My mother, on the other hand, gradually faded away, as if she had been blown away by the wind.

As Francing and Ponce spoke by my side, I was jolted back to reality.

"Son, the flower buds are getting bigger and bigger. I noticed it very well and it bloomed well, and there has been no problem in the last few months. If your father and mother could see it now, they would be overjoyed because it grew well after your father planted it.”

“I know they can already see it,” I say. And I know they're content now, Grandma.” I responded.

“That's right! We can sell it to more people who will enjoy it as well. We still have some customers who come in just to buy here. "Grandma commented.

“Yes. Our comrades are really good and hardworking. If it wasn't for them, it wouldn't continue to grow well.” I replied as I smiled at them.

I just smiled at what they said. Moreover, I was raised by my parents on the farm and here I grew up in the business they build.

They are right. So I also grew up with a love of the earth. And when I went to college I took an agriculture course to continue the business that my parents left me, then as I said, this is what I have been passionate about since I was a child. It was a long time since I remembered that my father had taught me how to till the soil, water, plant flowers, and be industrious.

That's one of the reasons she fell in love with my father while she was picking flowers and he was plowing; that's the first time they met, as my parents often told me. I mean, they share the same passion, so our family has a passion for planting something until it grows, and we also do business, which is why many people like our plants.

In fact, my father died of cancer at a young age. Mama, on the other hand, kept running the flower farm. But as time passed, my mother passed away as well, so I'm the one who handles it the most. My mother had a heart attack two years ago as a result of heart failure.

But I don't mourn my mother's death. Because I know they are happy and together in the afterlife. I'm thirty years old and still single. I'm still without a girlfriend. Such things should not be rushed in my opinion.

Particularly in marriage.

"You're running Don Primo and Dona Herera's business well, son," they told my parents.

I have a feeling I know what they'll say next. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing at Ponce and Francing's introduction.

"Oh, my dear! You have the right to marry! Do you realize that your lovely grandparents, Grandma and Grandpa, are also getting bored on the farm with our future grandchildren?" Ponce, you're teasing me.

I have a feeling I know what they'll say next to me. At the start of my grandparent's, I bit my lower lip so hard that I couldn't laugh.

"You should marry, dear! We'll all almost die of boredom waiting for your future wife and our future grandchildren here on the farm.” Ponce stated.

I have the most employees at the flower farm, twenty, as I recall, but we are gradually expanding because I notice that most of them are the only ones in the job they do with their families daily. My parents are all around the same age. They also appeared to be my parents. Even though they're older than me and I'm the youngest, it's embarrassing to say that I'm their boss.

Nonetheless, I was not harsh with them. I treat them all like family, and they all help me a lot on a daily basis. My fellow secretary Lauren, Marco, who is in his twenties, and the young man Enzo are all minors.

"Granpa, we'll also be there," I respond with a chuckle.

"Why don't you hurry up, kid!" Francing exclaimed. "It takes little angels to play and make noise in this house." She sighed.

I can't hold them responsible for what they say as they get older. I know they are concerned because they claim that when they leave this world, they will no longer be able to contact my future wife. My thoughts had engulfed me.

It's difficult to be alone in life, I'm just saying.

"There are so many beautiful girls here in Casa, it's undeniable that others are unlikely to like you! The others are just nearby, in the other mansion, there is also a beautiful girl Lovella, daughter of Emilio Araniego. You know that son, right? Isn't that your friend as well? But she's in another country, destined there. Surprisingly, I didn't see you having a good time again because they often chase after you. You can choose one of them, Andy. And it's another difficult time for you to become an old man, what a waste of your handsomeness. " said Ponce again as he laughed.

"That's what I like from you, grandpa!" I just answered jokingly even though they just repeated what they were saying.

I haven't heard that from him or them in a long time. My other farm colleagues, who appeared to be equally bored with my marriage, felt the same way. I let out a sigh.

"What kind of woman are you looking for, Andy?" Ponce asked me abruptly.

I paused for a minute while smirking at Ponce.

‘Type of woman I'm looking for? ‘Hmmmm...'

I made a sly grin. Even though I know the answer, I appear to be thinking clearly.

The truth is... I'm looking for a simple woman. Like Mama — simple to dress, no artistic body, because I don't like artistic women and more make-up on the face, even in clothing, the former is better an simpler, the natural type, also knows how to do housework, especially cooking, and 'x' for me if a woman knows nothing but to beautify, and another thing I also want is that family is a priority.

That type of habit is just a simple life like mine, it's like growing up in the province as well? It is not always necessary to flee and stayed at home to help her mother cook or bake with her grandmother, something like that. It's very simple. She appears to be a very demure girl, modest, and it's fine with me if she's a little shy. 'Another such woman may exist, is it?' 'It appears that I am asking myself this question. But my thoughts had shaken me.

There is no such thing as a girl like that in today's modern world. Almost everyone else I meet in Manila is pro-aggressive. From a male perspective, it may be amusing because it is so simple for women to understand right now.

But, when it comes to such matters, I have a different point of view.

I was once put to the test when I was in a city for a long time due to running a business, but nothing can last forever because I know it's all a game.

It's only a temptation. You know, nothing mixed with... weird feeling.

I'm no longer looking for someone. What else could it be?

Are we have to look out for it?

I expected the woman who would become my partner to enter my life voluntarily.

I don't want to go through what I went through before.

"It's improbable that you won't have any interaction with them. If you don't, I'm going to assume our grandson is gay. But I'm not certain ." With a sly smile, Ponce told me.

When Grandma greeted me and handed me a glass of cold water, I was given water to drink. I sighed as I drank, despite the fact that my body was still sweating. I had just finished picking, and they were the first to sit.

The inside of the hut is made of bamboo. I laughed nearly drowned in the water after drinking because of what my Grandpa said. I almost spit out the water I drank.

"Are you serious, Granpa?" while my Grandma was already laughing. I laughed out loud and replied that I almost hurt my stomach.

"Are you gay, son and therefore you don't have a type of women? If my speculation about you is true, you can't even lie; please don't be offended, what are you really?" Ponce inquired as my lips parted in laughter.

I take a seat next to them. They both looked at me as if waiting for me to respond. “What exactly are you, Ponce! You're insane! ” simultaneously slapping Francing's arm and burst out laughing

I just shook my head in displeasure.

“It isn't that grandpa. If your speculation about me is true, I will say that if I am lying, I will bury myself in the ground. I'll wait for you to kill me 'if it's true,'" I responded with a laugh.

Later, while laughing at my litany, I heard Ponce say, "I'm just kidding, grandson."

“All right, that's fine. What a waste of your handsomeness if you end up as a woman's heart. The size of your skeleton!” Ponce laughed as he pointed out a muscle in my thigh. “It is not appropriate for you.” He grimaced.

Grandma and I both laughed.

I shook my head and licked my lower lip. “Listen, I'm not what you think, grandpa. I'm just really busy at work here on the farm, at the resto, as you all know, grandpa and grandma. I don't have any free time to hang out because I'm too preoccupied with my two businesses. I'm not ready yet." Francing agreed with a nod.

"Yes. We all know that but here we are grandson, many help you, you are not alone. You do not have to bear all the responsibility. When you are so busy you forget to even go to a party. That will not be good for you. It would be good if we grow old backward, but no. Work can be put aside that for a while, but finding a woman to love forever is not that easy. Maybe you're too busy with other things, you've already met the one for you but maybe you've missed it. You know we're not the only ones who are bored. Almost the whole barrio in casa seems to be bored with you as well. " I'm really happy with the constant litany that Francing releases when it comes to this thing.

“You're really mean to me, grandma; you know I'm enjoying this more than I'm enjoying partying. “It's more fun to plow the land and plant than to hunt women,” I joked, but it was true.

But to hear all of this is exactly what I was thinking. It was as if I had been tapped on my face and suddenly realized what had been said to me. But I'm not sure why I don't seem to have the same interest in women that I used to have. Like... err? Maybe it's maturity that gets to me.

“You're still in your early twenties. That is why we always give you the chance to try again. You don't respond well to us; what kind of women do you prefer, grandson? Somehow, we know something about you," Francing smiled.

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