Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 63
"This is the living room. It can host a hundred people if you want to invite guests." The living room was wide, decorated with chandeliers and glass windows.
"...Yes." Maya just nodded. Her eyes moved slowly across the wide space, still unable to believe that this would be their temporary home.
"This is the master bedroom. I believe you'll love it."
"Hm." Maya nodded for the second time. The sheets were crisp white, and the bed was enormous.
"You don't have to worry. I'm paid by the Aranetos to take care of this villa, so just treat me as a maid. Aside from me, this villa has two maids and a gardener. We all live in a detached house, we won't invade your privacy," Wanda assured the couple.
"Yes." Maya nodded for the third time. Her tone was polite, but her shoulders were stiff.
As for Karlos, he was speechless the whole time. He tried to hide his amazement, but deep down, the fisherman inside him couldn't help but feel out of place amid such grandeur.
As Wanda toured the villa, Karlos and Maya realized that this place was not simple at all. Each corner seemed crafted with art, and the marble floor reflected their steps like glass.
The villa had a courtyard and garden, an annex, a pool, a garage, a home theater, a billiards room, a library, and even a wine cellar. Being from a political dynasty, the Araneto family was rich...
As for how they earned their money, people could think of many ways, such as stealing taxes, ahem, I mean, by being a good leader.
When Karlos learned that he could drink the wine and explore the wine cellar, that made him excited, not going to lie. He could already imagine sipping a glass one quiet evening, pretending he knew how to appreciate the taste.
After that, Wanda introduced the two other maids and the gardener.
They had heard that a relative would use the villa for a few months. Because of Karlos' surname, which was Alejandro, they automatically thought that they were related to young master Larry. No one dared to question it directly, the household staff simply smiled with respectful curiosity.
The two maids were Claire and Daisy, while the middle-aged gardener's name was Foster. Each of them bowed politely, their eyes assessing the couple with professionalism.
The couple felt awkward but played along. They weren't used to being treated as guests of honor.
"...Should we find another place? I don't feel comfortable living in a villa."
Once they left the villa, Maya asked Karlos about his opinion. Her voice carried a mixture of worry and guilt. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, but everything felt too much.
"I'll look for an apartment or a house that we can rent," Karlos agreed. He understood her unease completely. A simple life was all they ever wanted.
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The next day, Karlos couldn't find an apartment or a house that matched his criteria. Every place he checked was either too expensive, too small, or simply not livable for a family with twins.
He found an apartment, but it was in the inner part of the town, which was not ideal.
As for a house, someone was interested in renting one room to them, but it was too small and infested with mold.
Karlos had no intention of taking the deal. He wanted his children to live in a place that felt safe and clean.
Left with no choice, Maya and Karlos had to live in the villa.
They had to leave the kubo next day because the construction would start at that time.
They rented a truck to deliver their belongings to the villa. Karlos handled the heavy lifting while Maya made sure their twins' things were packed neatly in boxes.
When Wanda found out that they had twins, she became very excited. The villa had been lifeless for so many years, and having kids playing around would be amazing. She immediately started planning snacks and little treats for them.
Furthermore, Arabella and Iñigo were adorable.
The maids prepared lunch for the family, which was actually extravagant. The aroma of butter and herbs filled the dining room, and the twins' eyes widened at the colorful dishes.
Maya had to talk to them about the truth. She was not comfortable that the maids would prepare lobsters and steak for them. She preferred something simpler such as fish, soup, and rice, the kind of meal that made her feel at home.
That night, Maya explained that Larry just wanted to help them and that Wanda and the others didn't have to do much. Her voice was calm but firm, she wanted them to see her as an equal, not someone to serve.
She was not comfortable that the maids would prepare lobsters and steak for them. She even said that she would help with the chores, but Wanda was against it. The older woman insisted it was her duty and her employer's direct order.
The young master had entrusted Wanda to take care of their family, and she wouldn't break her promise.
In the end, Maya failed to convince them. Still, she appreciated their sincerity and kindness, even if it made her uneasy.
Although she noticed the two maids changing their attitudes when they realized that Maya and Karlos were just simple people, the excitement in their eyes dimmed slightly.
They lost their enthusiasm to serve them. It didn't matter, as long as Maya was honest about their status. For her, honesty was more important than appearances.
The next day, Maya reminded Karlos that he should return to the bay from now on.
Karlos left the villa with Arabella and Iñigo waving their hands at him and calling him Papa, which made him smile, and he waved back at them. Their tiny voices echoed through the courtyard, filling his chest with a quiet warmth. The little kids were actually sad when he left, and Arabella even cried when her father disappeared from her vision.
He didn't leave very early this time because his intention today was a bit different.
The residents at the bay had their own cars and were different from the other people in town. Most of them were business owners or retired professionals, living comfortably near the sea breeze.
The bay was north of the town, and the mayor wanted to extend the town up north and probably merge the bay with this plan. Rumors spread that the government wanted to turn the area into a high-end coastal district with hotels.
Apparently, the northern part would be meant for the wealthy, considering the infrastructure they were going to build. Karlos couldn't help but wonder if someday ordinary fishermen like him would still be welcome there.
As Karlos changed his route, he slowly reached the road right in front of the bay harbor. He saw different kinds of boats, from yachts to fishing vessels, and the bay harbor accommodated them.
The contrast between old wooden boats and polished yachts painted a picture of two worlds sharing the same sea.
He didn't have the time to appreciate the view, instead, he called out to a passing tricycle.
"Take me to the beach."
"South of the town?" the tricycle driver asked.
"That's right."
The tricycle sped up, and it took only half an hour to reach the location.
The sun was shining when he reached the house. Just as he expected, the kubo was demolished, and the workers were digging the ground for the foundation. The noise of shovels and the scent of wet soil filled the air.
"Karlos, have a good day," Engineer Montoya greeted him. His voice was energetic, clearly satisfied with the acquired project.
"You too," Karlos greeted back. He gave a small nod, approving the workers' diligence.
Based on what he was seeing, the workers were doing their jobs, and no one was slacking. It gave him peace of mind knowing that the new house was started at last.
Well, Montoya was there to supervise the project.
Karlos didn't linger long and went to Andres' house instead. He knocked on the door, and Andres' kids opened it.
"Uncle! Your stuff is here."
"Thanks." Karlos chuckled and gave them five pesos each, which made them jump in excitement before pocketing the coins.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
"Hey, what's that?" Reina showed up and narrowed her gaze at her two kids. They quickly hid their money from her. Karlos laughed quietly at the playful scene.
"Reina, I'm going to leave now. Thank you for taking care of my belongings."
"It's just a day anyway, it's not that big," she waved her hand.
Karlos pushed a cart to the beach and attached the engine before returning the cart to Andres' house. He took a deep breath of the salty air.
The sailing today was a bit late, but Karlos didn't mind. In fact, he wasn't expecting something big today. Sometimes, just being at sea was enough.
'Now that I think about it, it has been a week since the last time I sailed. I was busy these past few days. I hope my traps are doing okay.'
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