Whatever you plant then you will reap the fruits.
***
“That’s the package sent by Miss Qeiza’s lawyer,” answered Xander. “Of course you’ve the right to open it.”
Ansel took a deep breath. “Just keep it!” he commanded.
He could already guess what was in the package. It had to be his divorce certificate. All was over now. The burden that crashed his chest all this time had totally disappeared without a trace.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna check it?” asked Xander.
The envelope was already on his palm again. His forehead frowned when he touched something strange in it.
“What’s for?” Ansel replied, still speaking in a reluctant tone. “It’s just a divorce certificate.”
Xander shook the envelope near his right ear. “I don’t think that’s all,” he argued.
“The sound was weird,” he added mo
