In My Lost Querencia, love, fate, and time intertwine, leading to a profound emotional dilemma for Nixie Silva. Married to her wife Syraia, Nixie has created a life of shared dreams, deep trust, and enduring love. Syraia is her constant, her soulsti...
The early sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Nixie and Syraia's home in Antipolo City, casting a warm glow over the serene living space. The house, nestled in a lush garden, was a peaceful haven, yet it hummed with the quiet energy of anticipation for the day ahead. Their five cats lounged lazily around the living room, unfazed by the coming flurry of guests.
The home itself held history—this very lot was once rented by Nixie's family 11 years ago. Now, after years of hard work, it stood as a testament to Nixie and Syraia's success. Every corner of the house spoke of shared memories, the walls filled with warmth and laughter, though today, an undercurrent of something more seemed to weave through the air.
And now, here it is.
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Nixie, as usual, wore a long tube dress, her blonde hair tied up in a casual clamp. She glanced from her phone to her laptop, fingers dancing across the keys. Her mind was constantly on work—even on a Sunday. Syraia, dressed in boyfriend shorts and a loose shirt, leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her wife from afar, a soft smile tugging at her lips.
"Sundays are supposed to be rest days, love," Syraia called out, moving to help her sister Rylin, who was busy prepping the kitchen for lunch. Rylin had just finished her studies in Hotel Management and had seamlessly slipped into the role of host for the day's gathering.
But Nixie, ever the diligent businesswoman, was already checking emails and sales stats, her fingers quick and precise as she typed, eyes fixed on the screen.
"I know," Nixie sighed, her attention split between her tasks. "Pero mas gusto ko lang matapos nang maaga. This way, we can relax during the weekdays."
Syraia shook her head, amusement in her voice. "How about starting that relaxing now?"
The sound of an approaching car broke the peaceful morning, and their gate opened automatically—biometric sensors signaling that someone familiar was arriving. The silver mirage of Maeve and Cleo's car slid into the driveway, its polished surface reflecting the sunlight. In moments, the dynamic couple stepped out, their energy immediately filling the space.
Maeve and Cleo were the first to show up. Cleo, with her usual energy, wore a pair of square pants and a halter top that highlighted her vibrant personality. Her straight hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Maeve, by her side, was dressed in a crisp polo and fitted pants, her short hair styled neatly to emphasize her approachable demeanor.
