EMBRACE YOU: Presence & Poison
Episode 234

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“But this time is different! It's about auntie's son! Or maybe a aunt herself? Can aunty start again by approaching the man? Surely can, yes ‘kan?” The sound of the second step was heard passing through my toilet cubicle, then the sound of the water tap in a swivel sounded loud.

I'm guessing they're both in front of the sink line.

“Fiona can not answer all aunt questions, if aunt still wants to try to find answers, why not meet others? Why must it be Fiona? Fiona is known as a failed descendant. Fiona doesn't have any ability.”

“But you are the only biological grandson of Tiara's mother. At least, you can definitely try to see!”

“Tante is insulting me?”

“B—not mean—“

“Already! Can aunt go now? Please don't make Fiona angry and report aunt to security!” The woman's voice sounded really angry.

“Alright, auntie go now. But would you please arrange my meeting with Tiara's mother? Just this once?” There was a long pause before I heard the woman's surrender voice.

“Good! Just this one more time!”

“Thank you. If so, aunt pamit.” After that there was the sound of footsteps wearing heels slowly moving away until they were no longer heard.

I don't understand the point of their conversation, but what exactly does Aunt Marisa want? He even connected her with Hanna.

Then Fiona and Tiara's mom?

I decided to open the toilet cubicle door after thinking for a while, walked up to the wastefel line and found the long, wavy black haired woman touching her waist down, still washing her hands.

There seems to be no chance, my feeling is that I should know. I don't know why Aunt Marisa's saying bothers me.

“F—Fiona?” Ask me to say hello carefully.

This woman looked up and jumped in shock as soon as she saw me from the reflection in the mirror standing behind her.

“Gosh! Whatisthis? K—you know me?” He turned around still shocked at me.

I smiled slightly and went forward to approach him to turn off the still-lit water tap. “Sorry, I just heard your conversation. You and aunt Marisa.”

This woman's height is the same as mine, she wears blue jeans dongker in combination with a plain white shirt collared ‘V’ and in a brownish orange cardigan wrap. Her face was small and pretty, her eyelashes were long and her nose was pointed, her small lips were swept by peach-colored lipstick.

“Maybe this sounds brazen but may I ask what you guys were talking about earlier?” I asked slowly but Fiona was still glaring at me, she seemed to be fascinated by something.

There's no way she's fascinated by my beauty ‘kan? I think Fiona is prettier than me. She's like a doll.

“Gosh! Holy hooch! Jeez!” He suddenly shouted in excitement while grasping both of my hands.

“I can see something from you!”

“Hah?”

“I! For twenty-six years of my life! I can finally see something! Hahahaha.” He was still screaming happily and this time jumping around and moving me so I could go dancing silly with him.

“So like this is what grandma means? Seeing with inner eyes!”

“Wait a minute! What do you mean?“

“Who's your name? I'm Fiona Maharani.” Fiona extended her hand enthusiastically.

“I'm Natasha Icha Danendra.” He welcomed his hand.

“Can you tell me what your conversation means? What does aunt Marisa want right?” I asked quickly before the woman said.

Then he cleared his throat as if he had just realized what he had done, then he looked at me with a look that tried to hide his admiration, but it was useless because the look in his eyes still looked very enthusiastic.

“You know aunt Marisa?”

“Ya.”

“But I'm not allowed to disclose client secrets.”

“Yes, have you heard of the community of fortune tellers Prognoz?”

“No.”

“Of course, you and the people around you have never met a fortune teller, but we are the most famous community of fortune tellers in the country. We are much in search by people who want to be in the forecast like aunt Marisa earlier.”

“So, aunt Marisa wants in ramal?” I don't believe it.

“She's been coming a lot but somehow lately she's been impatient and wants to be predicted. Though our schedule is solid once.”

“What does he want to forecast?”

“Cannot I say.” He said he nodded.

I let out a long sigh, understanding that it must be a client secret.

“Alright, if so, thank you.” I was about to turn around but Fiona held my hand.

“Wait first! Can I have your phone number? I want us to always meet.” I frowned suspiciously but Fiona immediately laughed and shook her head.

“Not as you think, I want us to meet because you're the only person I've met all this time that I can see with my inner eye.” I frowned not understanding.

“In short, I am the granddaughter of the famous and greatest fortune teller named Tiara's grandmother but I am different from the others, since childhood I can't foresee, I'm a normal person and that's why people in our community call me a kind of failed product. But somehow I could immediately see something from you just looking at you like this. This never happened, so at least I should know and learn.” Clearly very enthusiastic.

“I can give you my phone number and we can meet but on two conditions. First, don't tell me anything you see of me unless I ask.” Fiona nodded without refuting.

“The second one, you have to tell me everything that Aunt Marisa wants. As detailed as possible.” Hearing my second condition, Fiona's shoulder immediately slumped.

“I'm not sure about that.”

“The point is that you use me, and I also use you, we both profit ‘kan?” I said try to convince her.

He was silent for a while then his hand immediately reached into the pocket of his pants, pulled out a cell phone to call someone.

“Hello grandma, I can see—right, she's a woman. Age?” Fiona suddenly looked at me.

“How much are you?”

“This year two six.” My answer.

“True nek, my age. If that's me.. huh? Married?” Fiona frowned while talking on the phone.

“No, I can't see married or not, but see there's a ring on his hand—“

“I'm married, a few days ago.” I said I interrupted her on the phone because Fiona kept glancing at me.

“Oh! Alrighty! Thank you grandma!” After the call closed, Fiona looked at me enthusiastically.

“What do not-don't your grandmother foresee our meeting?” Guess me.

“Yes, she said, grandma could see there was a woman my age would be my new profitable friend. He also saw that you were excited about Aunt Marisa's problem, that if she was newly married, then I can tell you. That means you're the one Grandma predicted.”

I don't know if I should trust any of this completely? But for now, it doesn't matter.

“Alright, can you tell me, what aunt Marisa wants?” I go back to the core of our conversation.

“Intinya, aunt Marisa wanted me to arrange a meeting with grandmother Tiara because she wanted to be in the fortune for her son Hanna, she said she wanted to foresee if Hanna could get into the new family of stepchildren. She wants Hanna or her own aunt Marisa to be involved in the family. But I think-” Fiona looked at me intensely before continuing “I mean aunt Marisa, is that your family? So you're aunt Marisa's stepson?”

“I'm not sure what to call our relationship. But she's not really my stepmother because it turns out I recently learned the fact that the father I've been thinking of as a real father was not.” My answer was shrugging both shoulders, talking about this didn't make my heart hurt, I feel normal now.

Fiona nodded. “If you want to hear about aunt Marisa, I can tell you more details but maybe not now, so can I ask for your phone number?”

“Yes. Right, I forgot, Bayu is waiting for me.” I said I realized that maybe the guy was worried looking for me.

I immediately gave her a phone number and Fiona tried to call my number. “That's my number, if you have time, call ya.”

“OK. Nice to meet you, Fiona.”

“Me too, see you, Natasha.” Fiona smiled waving at me and I immediately turned back to wave back at her as well, stepping towards the toilet door.

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