Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )

Chapter 28 : Berry

A week had passed after that bombing at the public market. Martial then increased the safety and security of every part of the cities. A lot of people protested and a lot began to panic thinking that a terrorist attack is about to come.

Both Greg and martial joined hands and became busy by the days.

Meanwhile, philia, was leisure. She sat lazily on the couch with Davao behind her, while srolling through her new phone that martial bought for her after she “somehow” lost her old one.

“People are talking about what happened, it's already been a week”

Davao leaned close behind her, “My lady, aren't you worried? A bombing cannot be taken lightly.”

Of course she takes it lightly, according to other philia's memory, that was the only bombing incident that happened, nothing happened afterwards. Though, in her memories, she was busy “playing” with her boytoys and couldn't handle the situation, causing the public to be disappointed and began to form a rebel group to overthrow their incompetent master.

Though, for her, it's something she's grown used to now.

But those members of the rebel were found out and other philia had them captured, more than half of the members were caught and killed in public. She did it as an example if you bite the hand that fed you.

But the remaining rebels that hid in the shadow contacted Greg and secretly released martial. It was then a start of a bloody massacre. And other philia, who never taken anything seriously, was caught and burnt to a crisp.

The end.

Philia sighed and slumped back on her seat. “You think I don't take it seriously?” let's just act mean.

Davao flinched and bowed his head, “I apologize my lady.”

Philia turned to her phone again and resumed scrolling, even liking a few memes and post.

Davao soften his eyes, a look of melancholy filled it. Ever since that day, his lady had changed, although she told him the reason and that she's not really the ‘philia’ he knew. It is still hard to believe, he thought it was just an excuse so she can turn over a new leaf and he didn't take it seriously.

But now he regretted it. He can tell, his lady is clearly drawing a line between them. The distance keeps getting farther and farther.

Recalling that time when he first met her. He looked at her coldly while she looked at him brightly, those beautiful eyes looked at him as though she finally found a new friend.

But the young and ignorant him took his job as a butler too well that states to the young philia that he will never be a friend.

It was that time that she also looked at him the same way.

So cold and empty.

He reap what he sow.

Philia yawned and closed her phone, placing it on the coffee table and reached for her mango drink. She then looked outside the window and couldn't help but get a glimpse of the ocean.

This mansion was located near an outskirts of the city, built near a hill to get a good view of the ocean. Every sunset and every dawn, the sun would reflect on it, shining and glittering like a jewel.

Seeing the blue water, philia remembered Ophir and how she left him dumbfounded when she rushed to the scene of the bomb. Now that she remembered, she didn't get to contact him; since she's been running back and forth helping the wounded and overseeing the rebuilding of the public market, as well as watching over the security — and also lazily slumping on her seat after doing all of those.