Fruits Basket Manabe Novels & Stories

Claire’s “Ma’am Claire, please try these. Our mangoes here are delicious, export quality!” Eloy, the young son of Mang Nestor, one of the farmhands, said proudly. I smiled at him and took a plate piled high with sliced mangoes. I swallowed; they looked so tempting. Besides the mango trees, there were also coconut and banana trees. When we arrived earlier, Manang Belen made buko juice. It tasted completely different from the buko juice I’ve had in Manila. Manang’s was much sweeter and more flavorful, probably because of the ingredients—she used fresh coconuts, not artificial flavorings.

“Great. Now go into the supermarket. Head to the fruit section. I want you to grab some bananas.” I wanted to scream at Masato, but obediently did as he ordered. Still holding the phone to my ear, I began scanning the fruits, searching for the bananas. A middle-aged man, slightly overweight, sweaty, and with unsettling light eyes, gaped at me when he saw me. He looked at me with lecherous, desirous eyes, and I ignored it. As I started placing the bananas in the plastic basket, Masato’s voice sounded again: “That man can barely contain himself. He’s crazy about you.”

I am surprise when someone suddenly speaks making me look around. I feel my face burns when I see Leo standing on the side going to the back door of the house. “Y-Yes Leo, did something happen? W-Why are you looking for me?” I ask out of words to say. My heart beat suddenly hammers so loudly and beats so fast. “I-I just thought of checking on you since Miss Lana is busy helping the others. I thought you might like to have some of these.” Leo said as he extends his hand holding a basket full of different kind of weird looking fruits.

"Hiraku, do you think you can climb up if Bob picks you up?" "Leave it to me" Hikaru nods. Bob bends over a bit and uses his hands to lift Hikaru, who takes advantage of the momentum to jump to the nearest branch. From there he only needed to take a couple more jumps and finally reach the vine. Then he throws us some oval yellow fruits the size of a fist. At the base of the fruit you can see the stem from which it came. The most curious thing is that it is bright, to the point that it seems to emit its own light.

it was like I was begging him to look at the fruits. "Wow...am sorry mother. I just couldn't take my eyes off the fish. I thought you were just trying to interrupt me. Mangoes! Grapes! Oh my goodness... I can't wait to have them all. Dad, look what Mom has brought for both of us."he said. "Impressive."he just said. He was busy roasting fish. Mani collected some water to wash the fruits before slicing them up.

I gave them a tight hug before I grabbed a seat opposite Manny's. I sipped my coffee consciously, trying not to let myself notice the way Manny kept staring at me. As I sat, the maids walked in carrying trays of freshly baked bread, eggs and my favorite fruits, pomegranates. I looked up at Manny in surprise, wondering how he had set this up. “Wow,” I grabbed a pomegranate, wondering how he had managed to get this. It was such a rare fruit. “How did you get this?” I asked him in shock.

When it comes to food, that person gives up right away. We proceeded to the row of fruit plants. I went to the very end. I prefer to pick grapes and find them at the far end. Ysabelle chose to pick the apples. The two waiters went to the banana side. I dropped the basket I was carrying on the ground. I looked up at the many grapes hanging on top of me. It is made of bamboo to crawl on grape leaves to bear fruit. Most are purple and others are green but they are also ripe. I slowly touched the grape that was opposite my head. I gently picked it up and carefully placed it in the basket. I do not want to remove the grapes from its stalk. It is better to look if it is together on the same stem.