Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 219
Sharon bid farewell to her coworkers and boarded a tricycle bound for the bus terminal. She remembered that Domingo was selling siomai rice there.
Domingo had been the one to pursue her, and she could tell that he genuinely loved her. Sharon had agreed to date him, realizing he was a sweet, thoughtful man who took wonderful care of her. Whenever he returned from long driving routes across various towns and cities, he always brought back regional delicacies and souvenirs for her and her family.
Her family fully supported Domingo because he was a capable, hardworking individual, and Sharon had initially shared that same opinion.
However, she was deeply furious that Domingo had chosen to resign from his stable job. Sharon had tried to stop him, but Domingo explained that he wanted to increase his income so they could build a secure future together without financial struggles.
'A secure future? When did I ever say I wanted to marry him?' Sharon scowled to herself.
'On top of that, I have no desire to be married to a man who sells siomai. Selling dumplings doesn't sound respectable or professional at all.'
Siomai, a traditional steamed meat dumpling, was a common street food and quick meal across the country. To her, it certainly didn't sound fancy or prestigious.
The tricycle pulled up outside the busy bus terminal. As always, the terminal was buzzing with foot traffic. The main hub in Una Town served as a vital transit stop connecting routes to major destinations, such as Evitac City to the east and Taas City to the north.
Long-distance buses frequently pulled into the terminal, allowing weary travelers to stretch their legs and grab a quick bite to eat while waiting for their departures.
As crowds surged back and forth, Sharon scanned the area to locate Domingo. It didn't take long to spot him.
Domingo and his father were operating their siomai rice stall in a prime, spacious spot. They had even set up a small foldable table for customers who preferred to eat on site.
Domingo enthusiastically called out, "Siomai rice!" while his father efficiently packed warm rice into disposable cups and topped each portion with four hot pieces of siomai. Three or four people were already queuing up to order, and business was clearly thriving.
Unfortunately, Sharon failed to see any positivity in the scene. A scowl deepened across her face as she watched Domingo wipe his sweaty forehead with a towel. To her, he looked entirely unrefined.
He looked like a laborer grinding through backbreaking work... and Sharon felt an instant wave of disgust. Her left eyelid twitched in irritation. Their coastal town was full of fishermen who were constantly sweaty and drenched in the salty stench of fish, and she saw that exact same unappealing image reflected in Domingo right now. To her, both were equally repulsive.
Suddenly, Domingo caught sight of her and called her name, eagerly walking over to greet her.
"Sharon! You came to visit me? I saw you standing over there from afar! I'm so happy you're here. Just give me another half hour, our inventory is almost sold out," he explained proudly. He had been earning 2,500 pesos a day, and that steady success had boosted his energy and enthusiasm through the roof.
"Here, take this chair. You can sit down and wait for me to wrap up."
"Hm," Sharon nodded coldly. She didn't bother greeting Domingo's father, and the old man didn't bother greeting her either. His father had never held a high opinion of her, and Sharon had zero interest in interacting with him anyway.
Sharon dragged the chair a considerable distance away from the food cart, not wanting any passing travelers to associate her with the street stall.
Half an hour later, Domingo finished selling the last of his stock.
"Go talk to your girlfriend, son. I'll handle packing up the stall," his father offered generously.
"Alright, thanks Pa."
Domingo's father loaded the pots and equipment onto the custom cart, neatly folded the large umbrella, and strapped it securely into place. He then collapsed the foldable table and stacked the plastic chairs, tying everything down firmly for transport.
Once he finished, Domingo walked back over, though his face had gone completely pale.
"Are you done talking with Sharon?"
"Huh? Ah, yeah... Yeah, we're done talking. It's over," Domingo muttered, a deeply pained, distant look in his eyes.
"Good, let's head home then. I'll drive the tricycle this time." His father failed to notice the sudden change in Domingo's demeanor.
"Hm," Domingo nodded weakly. His mind felt utterly numb as he tried to process the reality of their conversation.
'So we really broke up? She never actually intended to marry me in the first place... So what have I even been working so hard for?'
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It took two full weeks for the devastating reality of the breakup to truly sink in for Domingo.
He was so utterly heartbroken that it started affecting his daily business. He found himself completely distracted at the stall, occasionally miscounting change and handing customers the wrong amounts. His father eventually realized that something was seriously wrong and gently pressed him about what was going on, but Domingo could only manage a bitter, hollow smile. Sharon had even confessed during their final conversation that she secretly disliked his parents and viewed them as a financial burden.
"Hey, man, your dad personally came to our houses and asked us to help cheer you up. So what's really going on?"
Jerry threw his arm over Domingo's shoulder, having gathered the entire group for a drinking session.
Domingo stared down at the table, clutching a cold bottle of beer. His friends sat around him in silence, waiting for him to speak.
"Come on, why the quiet act? We can't help you through this if you don't tell us what happened," Brandon urged gently.
Domingo tipped the bottle back and chugged the entire beer in one go. Seeing that, the group knew something heavy had gone down.
"My girlfriend dumped me," he blurted out, breaking down into ragged tears.
Karlos and the rest of the group exchanged somber glances, realizing the depth of his pain. They did their best to comfort and encourage him, but they all knew that when it came to a broken heart, only time could truly heal the wound.
They sat quietly, listening to him pour out his heartache, constantly reminding him that no matter what happened, they would always have his back.
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