— Izan Marsans was in his office, reviewing some documents and talking to Amaranta on the phone, as he did every night he was available. While he was talking to that little girl with blonde hair and gray eyes, someone was behind the door of his office listening to the conversation he was having with Amaranta.
—"Little Amaranta, don't worry about anything other than school, leave everything else to me." Izan said.
— Liliana Cota, was outside the door of Izan Marsans' office, she was a psychologist assigned to the camp, they had known Izan since childhood, their parents were friends, they stopped seeing each other when she was 18 years old, because they assigned her father to another military zone, and she later studied abroad, when she returned she did everything possible to enter the army as a psychologist for high-ranking military personnel, to be able to be close to Izan Marsans, with whom she had been secretly in love since the 12 years. Hearing someone small call with such a sweet voice, she was surprised, because she knew that Izan did not have any dealings with women outside of her family, perhaps she already had a girlfriend and she didn't know it.
— Liliana Cota, she knocked on the door and then announced herself. — "Can I come in, Captain Marsans, I am the psychologist, Dr. Cota."
—"Go ahead, you can come in" Izan responded after saying goodbye to Amaranta and hanging up.
—"Captain, I brought you these reports so that you can review them and sign them." Liliana gave him the documents that she had in her hand, Izan received them, but he noticed that the woman was not leaving.
—"Anything else Doctor? I will contact you once I have them ready"- Izan asked with a serious face and without any emotion.
—"No… No, nothing more, I'm leaving now"- Liliana Cota left Izan Marsans' office.
Liliana Cota turned around and left the office. She met Scott on the stairs.
"Scott!"
— David Scott bowed and greeted her, "Miss Cota."
"You used to just call me Liliana. Why so distant now? What's with the formality?"
David Scott smiled and said, "That was in the past. Now that we are in the military, I have to follow the rules."
"Okay then."
— Liliana Cota and David Scott walked together. After a moment of silence, she asked David Scott, "Does Captain Marsans have a girlfriend?"
— David Scott was Izan Marsans' assistant and right-hand man. "I don't think so," he replied. "I've never heard him say anything about having a girlfriend…"
—"You don't have one? Really? But I heard Captain Marsans on the phone chatting with someone when I went to give him some reports. I thought he had a girlfriend," Liliana Cota shared casually.
— David Cota did not expect women to have such complicated thoughts. He slapped his forehead. "Are you talking about little Amaranta?"
—"Little Amaranta?" Liliana was filled with jealousy when she heard these words. They sounded so adorable. 'Little Amaranta'…
— David then continued, "Do you know how Captain Marsans got injured last time? Captain Marsans has a unique blood type. Little Amaranta was the one who donated blood to save him. She is Captain Marsans' saviour, not his girlfriend. He just finished taking the college entrance exam. Our Captain Marsans is not a… beast…"
— For some people, a 28-year-old man could have a 20-year-old girlfriend. This was reasonable and acceptable.
However, if a 26-year-old man had an 18-year-old girlfriend, people would find it abhorrent.
—"Oh, so that's what happened… Then you should treat little Amaranta well. How is little Amaranta's situation?"
— Liliana was a psychologist, so David Scott was no match for her. She had already told him everything about Amaranta in a walk of about a hundred meters.
— Liliana was very happy when she discovered that little Amaranta was not Izan Marsans' girlfriend, but rather his saviour.
She-she could guess what Izan Marsans' thoughts were on this. Probably, he was going to treat the little girl like a younger sister and protect her from her.
Liliana Cota felt that she had to meet this little girl…
— At least, she had to let him know that there was a woman named Liliana Cota next to Izan Marsans. She, was a good match for Izan Marsans in terms of family background, education, job, pretty much everything.
— Philip called Izan Marsans. He was excited to report what had happened recently involving Amaranta.
— On the other end of the phone, Izan was attending a meeting and was very loud. "Brother, you wouldn't believe the important information I discovered this afternoon!" Izan Marsans covered his other ear and asked, "What is it?"
—"There is a boy who likes Amaranta…" —
— Philip Thompson said sentimentally. "Youth divine treasure, you know I also liked the prettiest girl in school when I was young. It was a shame that the girl didn't like me…"
— Philip, he knew very well that even though he and the prettiest girl in the world
They didn't finish school together, the feeling of admiring someone would make one's heart feel warm when one remembered them many years later. That feeling was something he had never felt again after graduating.
—"What happened after that?"
—"That boy didn't dare to confess to him!" Philip thought about how Alberto looked. He was handsome and good-natured. He also heard that Alberto's grades were quite good and that his father was also the mayor of the city. Alberto was definitely a popular boy. "I have the feeling that more people will like Amaranta… I don't know which man will be able to defend himself against so many rivals."
—"Don't forget that Amaranta is still young." "Keep a close eye on her and don't let those foolish boys fool her," Izan Marsans instructed with concern.
— Philip only confirmed what Izan said. When they were in this conversation, he heard a woman scream suddenly from the other end of the line.
"Captain Marsans, I LIKE YOU!"
Philip was very curious. He couldn't wait to ask Izan Marsans about it.
He dared to shout "Captain Marsans, I like you!" In front of so many people. Wasn't he afraid that Izan Marsans would reject his advances? Was he out of his mind? He was embarrassing.
— One had to know that Izan Marsans was a gentleman. However, he was not so tender when it came to the opposite sex that he made his feelings known in front of so many people.
Philip felt sorry for the woman who had confessed to Izan, that all the gods that poor woman knew helped her.
The rowdy crowd immediately fell silent as Liliana Cota shouted, "Captain Marsans, I like it!"
Izan Marsans hung up the phone. A touch of coldness could be seen in his stern-looking eyes. The silence was deafening. Only the sound of crackling fire could be heard.
The fire illuminated Liliana Cota's face, highlighting her shy expression.
If Liliana Cota had confessed to another man, the crowd would have cheered them both, perhaps encouraged them and congratulated them.
However, she made the grave mistake of making her confession to the "devil of the army, lord almighty." Therefore, no one dared to mock them or make any comments, not a single sound was made.
"Instructor, Cota, I think she had too many drinks," commented one of the officers. "You two, kindly escort her."
Liliana's heart twisted with pain.
This was Izan Marsans
Her rejection was so obvious. That hurt to the bones
—"Captain Marsans, I'm not drunk," Liliana Cota insisted. "I like you… I like you a lot. You don't have to accept my confession or do anything."
Izan Marsans' expression remained the same: Stoic, with a countenance as if sculpted in stone.
— He didn't like girls like Liliana Cota. It wasn't that Liliana wasn't good, but they had grown up together. Even though they had been separated for several years because their parents had been deployed to different places, Izan had watched Liliana grow up. He…he wasn't interested in her romantically. He only saw her as a friend of her family; someone familiar
— No matter how much Liliana had changed, Izan had simply never recovered from the traumatic experience of her crying when she was a child; she was unbearably capricious.
—"Liliana Cota, I'm sorry. Don't waste your time with me. There are more men who really want to be by your side, however, that man is not me."
With that, Izan Marsans turned and left.
Liliana ran after him. She caught up with Izan at an empty spot.
"Did you reject me for Amaranta?"
— Izan Marsans turned around fiercely. His expression was terrifying. Liliana saw a different side of Izan, a side she had not seen, which at that moment terrified her.
"Liliana Cota, rejecting you has nothing to do with anyone else!" — How he dared to mention her little girl, when he doesn't even know her.
"That's impossible. You must have rejected me because…"
"Liliana Cota, you're a psychologist, right? You should know if I like you or not. Why do you have to make things so uncomfortable for everyone?"
Liliana covered her face. She was very sad. She liked him a lot. But why did she refuse to give him any answers?
Izan shook his head and then walked away. "Women… They're really unpredictable. You don't know what they would do or say." She left muttering. She returned to his bedroom and took a shower. After that, she changed into a camouflage t-shirt and matching shorts. Then, she went to sit on the balcony and look at the stars in the night sky.
Not many people lived there. There was also no industrial pollution.
At night, the sky looked as if someone had scattered stars in it. They were all over the sky.
She found her phone and turned it on. He looked at Amaranta's photo and couldn't help but feel that little Amaranta was more adorable than any woman he knew.
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— "Aunt Mary was passing by here, and I came to greet you and tell you that my Mariana came in fourth place in the exams that were taken at school, it is one of the best places, don't you think?" — She is always used to going to brag about her daughter's grades to belittle Amaranta, this day would not be the meaning.
— "Also, I heard that you had a rich nephew who is staying here, why didn't you ever tell me that you had living siblings?" Aunt Carmen said.
— Over the years, Aunt Carmen looked down on Grandma Mary because of Amaranta's grades. Grandma had always said that it didn't matter that Amaranta's grades were poor, as long as she was healthy, fair, and kind, she would be happy to have her as her granddaughter. However, deep inside her heart, she still hoped that Amaranta would improve and be one of the best students at her school.
—"Didn't Mariana always get first place in all of her previous exams?
— Aunt Carmen thought: 'What if Mariana is fourth? Amaranta then could not even reach 10th place! 'Could Amaranta do that?
"Aunt, do you know how your Amaranta did in her exams?" Aunt Carme asked in an insidious way.
—"My dear granddaughter Amaranta did well in her exams," answered the grandmother calmly and proudly. "She was the first in school! I was very shocked. That girl managed to get such high scores without any fuss at all." ".
First at school?
How was that possible?
— Aunt Carmen slapped her thighs and started laughing. Aunt." Aunt, Amaranta could be playing a joke on you. I agree, she is the first… From… From Below!" Aunt Carmen burst out laughing, her jaw pounding.
The grandmother waited with complete calm and tranquillity for her niece Carmen de she to finish laughing before saying: "You must be disappointed. Our Amaranta came first in the exams. Her total score is 738!"
— "And as for whether I have brothers, well, I had two, one died very young and the other is older than me, but we were separated during the famine." She said. "Grandma Mary said this without much interest.
Aunt Carmen completely forgot about the eggs she had placed next to her. She stood up so quickly and accidentally kicked the basket containing the eggs. The eggs broke and made a mess on the floor.
—"That's impossible! Amaranta has always been at the bottom of the school rankings. How could she come first in the exams?" — Aunt Carmen didn't believe that, of course.
— "You can go and ask your daughter Mariana if you don't believe me," her grandmother told her. "All." All scores are posted on the bulletin board. "I don't consider it being posted there for everyone to see if it's not true."
Aunt Carmen didn't care about anything else. She picked up the basket from her and hurriedly left.
*-"Grandma, are you happy that she did well in my exams?" — Amaranta and Philip entered the house then.
"I am." — Grandma was happy, of course.
— "So I should surpass the province in the university entrance exams?" Amaranta asked.
— "Yes, yes, yes, that's the best you can do." — The grandmother smiled happily…
— "Oh, right, Grandma! Do you really have an older sister?" Philip Thompson asked curiously. He had overheard the conversation between Grandma and Aunt Carmen, while they were at the entrance of the house.
— Grandma nodded…" That's right. I have an older sister. During the famine, my father fled with my older sister, my younger brother and I. When we arrived at someone's house, my younger brother fell ill. To the goodness of their hearts After that, my younger brother died of illness, and my parents brought me home. My parents died shortly after we returned home. They gave me to the Cid family before they died, and I became a bride. Girl from the Cid family, adopting her surname at that time. So many years have passed, and I don't know if my older sister is still alive…"
This was the first time Amaranta heard her grandmother's story.
"Grandma, how about we put an ad in the papers? Maybe we can still find Great Aunt! Do you and your Great Aunt have any shared memories? Or maybe, does Great Aunt have birthmarks?"
Grandma thought for a moment before answering: "My older sister has six fingers on her hand, she is five years older than me, and she raised me when I was a child. She used to sing me a popular song back then." .
Grandma began to hum the popular song.
Philip Thompson felt that the song was strangely familiar when he heard it. She seemed to have heard someone singing the song a long time ago…
— "Grandma, do you have more information about when you two separated?" — Philip asked.
— The grandmother began to relate. "Back then, when my parents left my older sister with that family, they gave my being.
Create a small silver comb of this size (indicating with your hands an approximate measurement of 10 centimetres). I have always remembered how my sister had cried while she ran after the horse cart that day. "— commented Grandma Mary, with a tired face not only because of the years but because of the sad memories that distressed her at that very moment.
— "Grandma, what was your great-aunt's name?" — Little Amaranta asked with a tender and sweet voice.
— The grandmother smiled softly and said: "Her name is Heloise. Our parents called her Isa. That was because my older sister was born when the roses were in bloom."
"Heloise?" Amaranta repeated.
— Philip thought the name sounded terribly old-fashioned.
— A touch of sadness appeared on the grandmother's face as she recounted those days with her family. Tears filled her eyes.
So many years have passed and she had never heard from her sister.
On the other hand, many people had died during the famine and civil war. She didn't even know if her older sister and her sister's adoptive parents were still alive.
She hoped that her older sister Heloise was still alive and that her daughter Monica was living well.
"That's right. My older sister was called Heloise, and my name was Estella. But after that…"
Amaranta held her grandmother's hand and comforted her. "Grandma, Grandma, let's put an ad in the newspapers, looking for great-aunt. What if we can find her? Even if there is only a one in a million chance, we won't give up."
The grandmother thought about it and realized that she could die without regrets if she and her older sister got together and watched Amaranta get married.
— "This way. Grandma, maybe your older sister misses you too."
Philip saved the recording he had made on his phone. He had felt that the melody that Grandma had hummed earlier was very familiar. I reflect that she might remember something if she listened to it a few more times.
—"Amaranta, I have finished packing and will be leaving in the afternoon," Philip Thompson felt that if she continued living in this small town, she might find it too comfortable and become someone who would take things too easily.
— "Okay. Have your drivers take turns driving. Don't try to drive. Be careful on the road. I have to go to school, so I don't have time to say goodbye to you." Amaranta said and gave him a hug.
— Philip Thompson responded warmly: "All the best, Amaranta! I'll be waiting for you in the capital." I left the city of Deifont at two in the afternoon.
How many surprises await these three people from now on…
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