Philia turns the small card in her hands to check if there's more writing other than the one at the front: Congratulations new owner.
She squints her eyes and scrutinized the computer like handwriting. Although it may look like it was printed, but upon closer look one can say that it was handwritten due to the ink.
After philia ate breakfast and was about to head to her own work, a bouquet of 99 sampaguita was delivered to her along with the card. Thinking it may have been from Japan (that freak) or Cambodia (also that freak) she unenthusiastically read the card.
But what she didn't expect was a single sentence handwritten as if it was directly printed over.
She sighs and carelessly throws it on the coffee table and examines the bouquet of sampaguita thinking.
how did they know I love sampaguita?
She leans the flowers to take a sniff before her nose started to itch and sneezed. The sneeze was so loud it echoed in the entire living room.
Davao entered the room and caught sight of his lady sneezing so pitifully, "my ladyship, is your allergy acting up?"
She perked up, sniffling her nose. Philia, "excuse me— my what is acting what?"
Davao gracefully placed the tray of tea set on the coffee table and hands a handkerchief that smells like lavender to his lady.
Davao, "your allergy towards sampaguita my ladyship"
Philia had to process what he said and it took a couple of minutes for it to successfully reach her brain.
Philia, "I'm allergic to sampaguita?" She asked in disbelief as if her favourite character from a book had died.
Davao replied with a smile like he always does "yes"
This world really is too different, now philia finally understood why the 'other philia' wanted to get rid of these flowers. It's because she's allergic!
Philia, "achoo!!!"
The door to the living room then opens and Gregorio walks in with a yawn.
He had just woken up so his hair was disheveled, the lapel of his robe was open revealing a well formed muscle on his chest and abdomen. If other than philia and Davao were here, girls would surely blush at the sight, their eyes unable to be freed by such a man who was like a walking hormones.
Gregorio, "fuck! I'm still sleepy" he stretched back as he walks to the sofa where philia is sitting, sniffling her nose with the handkerchief Davao provided, He slumps down on the cushion and let himself fall on philia's lap.
Philia, "get off! You're heavy!" She tried to push him away by shaking her thighs but since her nose was itchy, she can't help but sneeze once more, her nose began to turn red.
Gregorio saw his sister was having an allergic reaction, the side of her eyes were stained with red and tears so he immediately sat up and worriedly asked "what happened?"
Davao, "sampaguita" he points to the bouquet sitting on the coffee table.
Gregorio takes it and examine it "who sent you?" Who's tang Ina dare to send fucking flowers to his sister?
Philia shrugged, still covering her nose with the handkerchief "I don't know, but it came with this" she takes the card and hands it to him before moving to the opposite sofa, far away from the sampaguita.
Greg takes the card and reads it out loud "congratulations, new owner" he raised a brow and flips it the same way philia did to make sure if it was the only thing written "that's all? No name or even an alias?"
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Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )
FanfictionPhilia lived a good life, as a country-master; she did her job really well... Maybe "too" well. She worked alongside her brothers: Gregorio and Martial. All three of them rose their country to the top and succeeded. There were endless wars and ma...
