Chapter 60
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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 60
Maya was so happy that she inspected the pearl a second time, turning it over in her palm. She was still mesmerized by it.
"Let me see."
Maya passed the pearl to Karlos. Its size alone was quite impressive, comparable to a small coin. The silver-white pearl was different from the average pearls they had seen. A faint shimmer on its smooth surface reflected the light, making it glow faintly like moonlight. It shone with a soft silver radiance.
Karlos was equally amazed by its beauty.
"Isn't it amazing? Babe, how much do you think we could sell this pearl for?"
"You want to sell it?" Karlos asked. He had expected Maya would want to keep it.
"I want to ensure we have enough funds to build a house. If we are going to spend money, then I want it to be done perfectly," Maya replied. Though hesitant about selling the pearl, her maternal instincts pushed her to think of their children first.
"We can sell this for at least 100,000 pesos. This pearl has no blemishes and is perfectly round," Karlos said, returning the pearl to Maya.
"Hm, this pearl is too beautiful," she said, grinning.
"No matter how beautiful this pearl is, you will always be more beautiful," Karlos replied calmly, his eyes steady and serious, not playful as he returned to shucking the conch.
Maya looked at him, realizing he wasn't joking.
'What? You're just going to say that and return to shucking the conch? Shouldn't you at least give me a kiss or something?' Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly glanced away. Her heart pounded faster, leaving her restless. She had been expecting a romantic gesture. Her husband knew exactly how to make her heart skip a beat.
When Karlos was almost done, with only four conches left, he shucked one and found a pink oval pill. He washed it in water until the salt and slime were gone, revealing its natural luster.
"Babe… is this a pearl?"
Having been a fisherman for about three years, Karlos's knowledge of pearls was limited.
Maya approached him curiously and saw the pink oval pearl. Her eyes widened as she confirmed it.
"K-Karlos, that's a pearl!"
"Really!? I'm not sure because it's pink."
"Pearls from conch are rare, and they can be different colors, like orange, pink, and white!" Maya held the pink pearl as if it were a fragile treasure.
"Does that mean I also struck gold?"
"You struck gold! Karlos!"
Karlos was thrilled. He hugged Maya's waist and lifted her off the ground, making her yelp and giggle in surprise.
When he put her down, Maya gasped for air, flustered by his sudden gesture. She quickly returned her attention to the pink pearl.
"It has no blemishes, but it's oval, a perfect oval. I'm not sure if we can sell it for a high price," Maya muttered. The pearl was only a centimeter long.
"Let's have them appraised later."
"Hm, let's do that. If our budget isn't enough for the house, we can appraise and sell our pearls," Maya agreed.
Karlos shucked the remaining conches but found nothing else. Still, earning three pearls that day was a pleasant surprise, and for the first time in days of storms, the couple felt fortune smiling upon them.
After pearl hunting, the couple cleaned the house, sweeping away damp dust, straightening the furniture, and airing out rooms that still smelled faintly of water. Electricity returned that night, and the family watched the news to check if the weather would remain calm the next day.
The next day, Karlos didn't sail because the waves were still erratic and strong. Despite the clear blue sky, he knew better than to underestimate the ocean.
Instead, he went to the construction company to meet contractor Patrick or Engineer Montoya. As last time, Patrick was busy, while Engineer Montoya was available.
"You want to build a house?" Montoya asked.
"We're not looking for anything expensive, like a two-story house. We just want something simple but sturdy. Our kubo has leaks, and I think it's time to build a proper house," Karlos explained.
"That's great!" Engineer Montoya was naturally happy, already picturing the project and his potential commission.
"I made a rough estimate last time, right?"
"Yes, you said 1.4 million pesos for a 150-square-meter house," Karlos answered.
"Then let's go to your place. I'll call a surveyor to come with us. His name's Franco."
A few minutes later, they reached Karlos's place.
"This is your house?" Franco curiously asked.
"That's right," Karlos confirmed.
"So I assume this sports car is yours too?" Montoya muttered.
"Huh?"
Karlos had no idea what he was talking about. But when he stepped out of Montoya's car, he saw a bright red Ferrari parked in front of his gate. Its sleek design, polished metal, and glossy finish looked completely out of place on the rural road. Its presence drew the attention of everyone nearby.
Some neighbors gathered outside, gossiping about the car. Whispers spread quickly, speculating a celebrity had arrived or perhaps the child of a politician. A few kids tried to touch it but were pulled back by their parents. A Ferrari was a rare sight in their town; they had only seen it on television.
Karlos frowned, confused.
"Let's go inside," he said, opening the wooden gate.
Montoya and the surveyor Franco followed, equally awed and confused. Karlos didn't appear wealthy enough to own a sports car. Did he buy it before building a house? It seemed hard to believe and impractical.
Inside, two men in sunglasses were talking to Maya, who wore a worried expression.
"Babe, what's going on?" Karlos asked.
"Karlos," Maya said, relieved to see him, though she still didn't know what was happening. "These men are looking for you."
"Indeed, looks like you're the Karlos we're looking for."
Roman was the first to greet Karlos, removing his sunglasses.
"You're Roman, right? Why are you here? If it's about a refund for the Bluefin Tuna you bought, you won't get any money," Karlos recalled. He thought this rich man wanted his money back.
"Why would you think I want a refund?"
"I don't know. Why are you even here?"
Maya was so happy that she inspected the pearl a second time, turning it over in her palm. She was still mesmerized by it.
"Let me see."
Maya passed the pearl to Karlos. Its size alone was quite impressive, comparable to a small coin. The silver-white pearl was different from the average pearls they had seen. A faint shimmer on its smooth surface reflected the light, making it glow faintly like moonlight. It shone with a soft silver radiance.
Karlos was equally amazed by its beauty.
"Isn't it amazing? Babe, how much do you think we could sell this pearl for?"
"You want to sell it?" Karlos asked. He had expected Maya would want to keep it.
"I want to ensure we have enough funds to build a house. If we are going to spend money, then I want it to be done perfectly," Maya replied. Though hesitant about selling the pearl, her maternal instincts pushed her to think of their children first.
"We can sell this for at least 100,000 pesos. This pearl has no blemishes and is perfectly round," Karlos said, returning the pearl to Maya.
"Hm, this pearl is too beautiful," she said, grinning.
"No matter how beautiful this pearl is, you will always be more beautiful," Karlos replied calmly, his eyes steady and serious, not playful as he returned to shucking the conch.
Maya looked at him, realizing he wasn't joking.
'What? You're just going to say that and return to shucking the conch? Shouldn't you at least give me a kiss or something?' Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly glanced away. Her heart pounded faster, leaving her restless. She had been expecting a romantic gesture. Her husband knew exactly how to make her heart skip a beat.
When Karlos was almost done, with only four conches left, he shucked one and found a pink oval pill. He washed it in water until the salt and slime were gone, revealing its natural luster.
"Babe… is this a pearl?"
Having been a fisherman for about three years, Karlos's knowledge of pearls was limited.
Maya approached him curiously and saw the pink oval pearl. Her eyes widened as she confirmed it.
"K-Karlos, that's a pearl!"
"Really!? I'm not sure because it's pink."
"Pearls from conch are rare, and they can be different colors, like orange, pink, and white!" Maya held the pink pearl as if it were a fragile treasure.
"Does that mean I also struck gold?"
"You struck gold! Karlos!"
Karlos was thrilled. He hugged Maya's waist and lifted her off the ground, making her yelp and giggle in surprise.
When he put her down, Maya gasped for air, flustered by his sudden gesture. She quickly returned her attention to the pink pearl.
"It has no blemishes, but it's oval, a perfect oval. I'm not sure if we can sell it for a high price," Maya muttered. The pearl was only a centimeter long.
"Let's have them appraised later."
"Hm, let's do that. If our budget isn't enough for the house, we can appraise and sell our pearls," Maya agreed.
Karlos shucked the remaining conches but found nothing else. Still, earning three pearls that day was a pleasant surprise, and for the first time in days of storms, the couple felt fortune smiling upon them.
After pearl hunting, the couple cleaned the house, sweeping away damp dust, straightening the furniture, and airing out rooms that still smelled faintly of water. Electricity returned that night, and the family watched the news to check if the weather would remain calm the next day.
The next day, Karlos didn't sail because the waves were still erratic and strong. Despite the clear blue sky, he knew better than to underestimate the ocean.
Instead, he went to the construction company to meet contractor Patrick or Engineer Montoya. As last time, Patrick was busy, while Engineer Montoya was available.
"You want to build a house?" Montoya asked.
"We're not looking for anything expensive, like a two-story house. We just want something simple but sturdy. Our kubo has leaks, and I think it's time to build a proper house," Karlos explained.
"That's great!" Engineer Montoya was naturally happy, already picturing the project and his potential commission.
"I made a rough estimate last time, right?"
"Yes, you said 1.4 million pesos for a 150-square-meter house," Karlos answered.
"Then let's go to your place. I'll call a surveyor to come with us. His name's Franco."
A few minutes later, they reached Karlos's place.
"This is your house?" Franco curiously asked.
"That's right," Karlos confirmed.
"So I assume this sports car is yours too?" Montoya muttered.
"Huh?"
Karlos had no idea what he was talking about. But when he stepped out of Montoya's car, he saw a bright red Ferrari parked in front of his gate. Its sleek design, polished metal, and glossy finish looked completely out of place on the rural road. Its presence drew the attention of everyone nearby.
Some neighbors gathered outside, gossiping about the car. Whispers spread quickly, speculating a celebrity had arrived or perhaps the child of a politician. A few kids tried to touch it but were pulled back by their parents. A Ferrari was a rare sight in their town; they had only seen it on television.
Karlos frowned, confused.
"Let's go inside," he said, opening the wooden gate.
Montoya and the surveyor Franco followed, equally awed and confused. Karlos didn't appear wealthy enough to own a sports car. Did he buy it before building a house? It seemed hard to believe and impractical.
Inside, two men in sunglasses were talking to Maya, who wore a worried expression.
"Babe, what's going on?" Karlos asked.
"Karlos," Maya said, relieved to see him, though she still didn't know what was happening. "These men are looking for you."
"Indeed, looks like you're the Karlos we're looking for."
Roman was the first to greet Karlos, removing his sunglasses.
"You're Roman, right? Why are you here? If it's about a refund for the Bluefin Tuna you bought, you won't get any money," Karlos recalled. He thought this rich man wanted his money back.
"Why would you think I want a refund?"
"I don't know. Why are you even here?"