“What’s the matter, Sir?” Ivan asked with his face turning serious again.“Supervise this lab so that Mrs. Venya feels safe while conducting research,” Aldi answered firmly. “We never know when the competition between us and the Delvino family will erupt, especially if Marcel is already there.”Diko narrowed his eyes.“Does that mean Mr. Marcel is on their side?” He confirmed.“It depends,” said Aldi. “But it’s okay, I believe Marcel inherited the talents of both his parents.”“How can you be so sure, Sir?” Ivan asked with a frown.“Because I know Marcel’s father and mother well,” answered Aldi as he continued his steps. “As simple as that.”Diko and Ivan looked at each other than both shrugged not understanding.The first day of living with Lista’s family, Marcel was treated very well. From there he began to worry about Aldi’s stories about the gloom that had occurred in the family.“How did you sleep, Marcel?” said Stefi when she came to visit Marcel’s room with Lista. “I see the se
Breakfast went smoothly that morning, although it was a little late because it was colored by a conversation that they thought was important about Marcel.“You two are sure that the blood test showed the real data, right?” asked Naya, the person who seemed most doubtful about the truth of whether Marcel was a real pharmacist or not.“Of course, Auntie ...”“Sorry, I personally still have doubts about the test.” Marcel interrupted, making Stefi and Lista turn to look at him.“What do you mean by that?” Lista snapped in a low whisper.“What’s going on?” Naya snapped. “How can a pharmacist doubt that he is a pharmacist?”Stefi smiled before responding to her mother’s words.“What’s strange? We have to understand for the time being, it’s natural that Marcelino doesn’t know much, he was raised without knowing anything about medicine.”“It’s okay,” Damian interrupted. “No child is able to remember his entire life journey, so we shouldn’t force Marcel to be able to remember everything in a s
"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!"Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left."Eat on the floor, as usual."Marcel lowered his head and looked at his wife, Shirley."You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" Marcel asked in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates."So what?" replied Shirley with one eyebrow raised. "It was the same yesterday, wasn't it? Just eat, instead of you dying-that would be more trouble than your mum and dad running off without responsibility."Marcel clenched his fists. He wanted so badly to resist, but he couldn't. Because of his parents' failed research, Marcel was trapped in a marriage bond with Shirley and had to make up for all the losses suffered by the Delvino family by devoting his entire life."I don't want to eat your brothers' leftovers," Marcel said flatly, preferring that he
Marcel wiped his lips with the water flowing from the kitchen sink. Instead of being full, he was nauseous.It wasn't the first time Marcel had been forced to eat his wife's family's leftovers, but he was still getting sick of it.If it wasn't for the burden left behind by his parents who chose to leave without responsibility, he wouldn't be willing to live like this."May I help you, Sir?" A soft female voice reached Marcel's ears and made him turn his head.The head waitress named Nana immediately ordered several people to remove the dirty dishes from the table and put them into the laundry. Another one was told to throw away the leftover rice and bones that were scattered on the floor."No need, Nana. You'll get caught by the law ..." said Marcel, no less weakly."Some of the family members have returned to their rooms, while others have left by car." Nana's son said. "You want to eat again, I'll prepare it ....""No, Eli. Thank you," Marcel nodded as he sat in the corner with his
Marcel heard the full story from Eli. It turned out that Marcel had been found unconscious that morning by the caretaker, and was immediately taken to hospital because there were no signs of life in his veins."Everyone is already thinking the worst," Eli said with a tense face, as if the incident had just happened yesterday. "Mr Marcel was completely motionless, pale, with his eyes tightly closed ...."Marcel shuddered, why did his story look more gruesome through other people's eyes?"But thankfully Mr Marcel recovered very quickly," Eli continued with an extremely relieved face. "He can even do his usual activities."Marcel, who had just helped the gardener cut down the reeds, nodded vaguely as he rested for a moment. Eli poured two cups of hot tea for him and the gardener, who was still working."Is Mr Marcel still going strong?" asked Mail, the gardener who had been working with Marcel all morning."Still, Sir!" nodded Marcel with a smile."Don't push it, you've been sick." Mail
Marcel walked through the yard in the cold night air. He opened the cellar door and climbed down the stairs to enter the lab.The lights were dimly lit when Marcel entered, the stale air piercing his nose and making him hold back the feeling of sneezing.Marcel wasn't surprised that the air in the lab wasn't very good, since no one had cleaned it since it had been abandoned for a while.The first thing Marcel did was to tidy up the lab, as there were a lot of abandoned tables and equipment, even some of the tubes of various sizes were broken due to not being used for a long time."I'm not sure if I can do it," Marcel grunted with a heavy sigh, he cast his eyes around and his mental state dropped even further as he found the deadlock attacking him in all directions.Who was he going to rebuild this lab with? He was a business graduate who had nothing to do with science.Marcel was pensive for a long time after disposing of the broken tubes. The night was so quiet that even the slightes
Marcel frowned as he watched Venya guide Meru towards a glass cabinet filled with small tubes."What have you been doing here?" Venya asked in a soft tone as she looked at Meru. "Do you know what those tubes are for?"Marcel was silent as he observed Meru's sudden silence and inactivity."I ... my daughter used to accompany me!" said Meru while nodding."I am your daughter," Venya said patiently and compassionately. "We used to do research here together, there was Mr Fabi too ....""No! My daughter is still young, she doesn't understand anything yet!" Meru argued.Marcel continued to observe the interaction between Venya and Meru, after all, the two of them were his only hope of extricating himself from his current situation."My father has been like this since Mr Fabi and Mrs Lana left," Venya said slowly. "Maybe with us resuming this research, who knows, my father could recover?"Marcel was silent for a moment."The problem is that we also need a lot of money to continue the researc
That morning, Marcel helped Nana prepare breakfast for the entire Delvino family. Sweat streamed down his forehead and down the back of his neck while Shirley and the others chatted and ate."Mr Marcel, eat in our room first." Nana whispered when she saw Marcel sitting miserably by the operating washing machine."Later, Nana." Marcel replied in a low voice, he glanced at Shirley who was busy eating the crispy chicken thighs that were served. Not to mention the greedy voice of Ciko, who was busy grinding black pepper beef, which made Herman admonish him to be more polite at the dinner table.Marcel held his stomach, which was sore because he had not been filled with anything, but had been forced to work hard to help with the household chores."I'm so full!" exclaimed Ciko as she reached for a tissue to wipe her lips."Eat more politely next time," Herman said flatly. "After this, mum and dad will attend a meeting with a client from the company that produces the drill ....""I remember