When she returned to the shop, there's already one customer waiting for her.
"Hello, Grandma! Is your shop open now?" the woman in her late 20's asked.
"Yes, dear, let's get inside!" she said.
The customer followed her inside the shop.
"Please have a seat..." she said.
The woman sat on the chair and stared at the three candles in the center.
She took her seat and looked at the woman. "What can I do for you, dear?" she asked.
"I want a palm reading. My boyfriend and I want to get married at the end of this year. But I want to know if he is the right guy for me before I'll marry him," she asked.
"Alright, give me your right hand," she said.
The woman obeyed.
"Let's get started!" Menedelia put the woman's palm above the black clothe and covered it with her right hand and closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, Menedelia opened her eyes and looked at the woman directly. "Your boyfriend is not husband material. He frequented brothels and likes to get drunk during his free time. He can also be sadistic to you and hurt you physically if he gets jealous, am I right?"
The woman's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Oh, how did you know everything about my boyfriend's bad habits, Grandma?" she asked.
"You don't have to know. I have my ways. If you want, I can give you a piece of advice. Just wait a little bit longer snd soon you will meet the perfect guy for you when you turned 30 years old," Menedelia said.
"Ah, okay. Thank you so much, Grandma!" the woman said.
"Anything else?" she asked.
"That's all. How much should I pay you for the palm reading, Grandma?" the woman asked.
"I don't demand a specific amount for my services. You can drop any amount in the donation box," Menedelia said.
"Okay, thank you!" the woman spoke. She stood up, went to the donation box, dropped five silver coins, and left the room.
Menedelia shook her head. The expression on the woman's face before she left was that of a conflicted one. She hoped that the woman will listen to her advice or else she will end up regretting her life decision later on. Choosing a husband to marry just based on good looks and love alone can sometimes make a person blind, failing to see the bad sides of their beloved, resulting in unhappy marriages and lifelong mistakes that can't be undone.
The wooden door opened again, two middle-aged men entered the shop.
Menedelia raised her head and looked at them, appraising their personality.
One of them is gullible, while the other one is cunning and crafty.
"Which one of you would like to seek my services?" she asked.
The two men looked at each other for a few seconds. "Both of us!" they replied in unison.
Menedelia shook her head. "Sorry guys, I can only entertain one person at a time. Who goes first? The others must wait outside. There's a chair there that you can sit upon while you wait for your turn," she explained.
Again, the men looked at each other, their eyes communicating privately for a few seconds.
"You go in first. I will wait outside. Don't forget our plan, bro!" the tall guy reminded the shorter guy.
The short guy nodded his head and lowered himself on the chair while his companion exited the room. Outside, the other guy was cursing the shabby place.
Back inside the room.
"Please put your right hand above this black cloth," she instructed the guy.
"Okay." The guy followed the instruction and put his right hand on the surface of the cloth.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked him.
"My wife hides her money somewhere, and I want to know where she put it. She's greedy and doesn't want to share the money with me. I'm talking about the inheritance she had received from her parents," he said.
"How many children do you have?" she asked.
"We have five children..."
"And what is your job right now?"
"I don't have a job because my employer fired me from the banana plantation that I was working with for the last five months," he said sadly.
"And what is the reason? Why you got fired from your job on the plantation?"
The guy scratched his head and looked at the palm reader with displeasure and annoyance in his eyes. "What is this-? A job interview? I'm not applying for a job! I'm here to ask for your help. I want to know where my wife hides her money? So please stop asking me so many questions! Just tell me where my wife hides the money. That's all I'm asking from you!" he said irritably.
Menedelia sighed. "Fine!" She put her hand on the guy's hand, grasping it tightly, and close her eyes.
A few minutes later, she released the guy's hand.
The guy looked at the palm reader excitedly. "Did you found it! Where did my wife hide her money?" he asked.
"Calm down, don't get so very excited," she said. "I want you to know that even if I'll tell you where your wife hides the money, it won't do you any good. If you take the money away, something bad will happen to you. Do you still want to take away the money?" she asked him.
The guy's brows furrowed together. "W-what's going to happen to me?" he asked curiously.
"After you and your accomplish get the money, you are going to visit a brothel, go to a gambling house and have a drink with intoxicating liquor, and soon after, a brawl will happen inside the tavern. Two of the men there will accidentally stab you and your brother with a knife, and both of you will end up bleeding on the floor and will die the next day. Now, do you still want to steal the money that your wife had hidden somewhere to feed your children?" she asked.
Fear flashed on the guy's face. He released a deep sigh. "Alright, please tell me where my wife hides the money. I want to know if you're telling the truth or just spouting nonsense. But I won't steal the money. I'm afraid of dying..." he said.
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