someday | h.p.

𝘅𝗶𝘃. liwanag.

Harry nodded, still awed by the quote; it was wonderful, and it's no surprise that Mayari wrote the words behind them. "Is that written in Chinese?" he inquired. "I'm not familiar with it."

"It isn't written in Chinese, Potter," she responded. "It's written in baybayin, the Philippines' native written system; May wanted to write it in baybayin to honor our mother's culture and tradition; even though they don't use baybayin anymore, it's still part of their history, and May wanted to convey the beauty of it."

"That's lovely," he comments, glancing at the baybayin. It was unique and captivating, and it made his heart flutter with joy to know that May truly honored her mother's tradition to the point where she showcased it in her own shop.

"May doesn't want to talk to you," she remarked. "Give her some time, Potter. I'm not sure what your little misunderstanding is because she doesn't want to share with me, but I hope you two can figure it out. You've been married for three years now, and just a piece of advice, stay away from things that you know will cause a fight between you two; I'm talking about my sister Hanan, Potter, even if you two don't admit it, I know she's the cause of your misunderstanding.  She's always the cause of your disputes, and perhaps now is the time to distance yourself from Hanan; she's your ex-girlfriend, ex, past, she's in your past; leave it there and focus on your present, which is May, your wife."

"I mean, don't you get weary of it? Always bickering over Hanan?" Celine continued. "I'm not going to meddle in your marriage, but as the sister of your wife and ex, and we're also friends, Potter, I know you love Hanan and I know May knows it, I'm not going to blame you for not moving on, moving on is hard, it's never easy, but maybe you should try to distance yourself from Hanan so you can slowly move on. You're always trailing Hanan, and it doesn't help that you two are in ministry; try to separate yourself from her gradually each day; save your marriage, Potter, you don't want to regret anything in the end."

Harry absorbed in all of Celine's words and it hit him hard; it made him realize that he never got to move on to Hanan because he was always tailing her. She gave him a 'real talk,' which urged him to take her advise; perhaps it's time to move on and let go of the past in order to focus on the present.

He only needed a light to lead him and encourage him to take the next step, and Celine was the light, she was the one who enlightened Harry's thinking, like the sun's rays hitting a specific portion to enhance the feature of things.

Later that afternoon, as the sky began to turn stunning purple and blend with hot pink, the bespectacled man walked to his wife's shop, carrying a bouquet of red roses.

He opened the door and his gaze wandered over the area, looking for his wife, but he didn't find her. "Potter," Celine's voice called, and he turned to see her waving at him, so he waved back.

"Where's May?" he inquired, standing in front of Celine, who was arranging the chairs. It's now five o'clock in the afternoon, and her shift is coming to a end.

"She left." 

"What?" he was perplexed. "When? I texted her to wait for me because I'd be pick her up, did she tell you I wouldn't be coming?"

Celine looks at him as if he's insane. "What are you talking about?" she inquired, bewildered. "Don't worry, she'll be back; she went to the mall to buy gifts for our dad; it's his birthday tomorrow, and she hadn't had the chance to buy anything for the past few days, so she went today; don't worry, it's only been three hours since she left; she'll be back."