Corpse's Scent

Corpse's Scent : Chapter 2

A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading the Chapter 1 of Corpse's Scent. Special thanks to my friends and family! Since it's my sister's birthday today, I decided to write a new chapter 😄 Hoping that I can satisfy my readers, please stay home!!!

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After he left, I changed my clothes into pajamas. I feel like I just survived the greatest wave. I took out my phone and read the messages from my acquaintances in the office. Some of them sent the files they made, some are just checking me up. They treat me as their friend but for me, they're just a person I met and just happened to be working at our company. I don't feel bad for treating them like that—maybe sometimes but it will just shatter like a broken glass. I leaned to the couch and rested my head on the foam. I just thought, am I gonna succeed?

As I look back at the past, all I can remember is they always blandish me whenever the spotlight is mine. Of course, I once fell in that trap so I promised myself to not entertain any compliments and such. I only accept criticisms BUT it should be said by someone whom I gave the authority to do it. This is one of the reasons why I regret— I heard my phone ring, I picked it up immediately and turned on the loud speaker— this is a call from Dad after all, he's used at using his almost-whispering voice so whoever had a phone call with him needs to adjust. His voice merely reached the mic of his phone because of the noise. I can hear the loud sound of the cars and the non-stop beeps of the vehicles.

"He's currently working on the facemask. There's no need for me to ask him because he presented the idea moments after I went to your place." The best two sentences that I've heard. A smile formed in my lips as I let my left hand dance with the wind. I thought my idea died the moment I presented it to Dad. Good thing that Mr. Ypofs and I shared the same thought.

"How about your acquaintance in DOH?"

"He said that he'll think about it. I'm willing to offer him money if he refused so don't worry."

He ended the phone call before I could even reply. So... this is what my acquaintances feel like whenever I cut them off...? It feels frustrating and at the same time, I'm happy. Frustrated because of the fact that I didn't get the chance to tell him that I'm glad for what he did; it's once in a blue moon that he'll ask someone for help. This is the first time that he called me so I feel like we're no different from others. Just to be clear, it's not the social state of our family, it is the father-daughter relationship matter.

I went to the kitchen and washed the dishes. After that, I visited our company's page. Nothing's new, the resellers are just commenting and messaging our page. I scrolled through the messages and answered them one by one. As someone who's the only one managing the company's page, I have no choice but to entertain the possible customers.

Half an hour passed and I managed to reply to all of the messages. I stretched my arms and legs to remove the uneasy feeling. My back hurts because of my wrong posture, I should drink a milk. As I finish my milk, I stared at the mirror and placed the glass on the wooden table. Now, I am the literal definition of the idiomatic expression of our country, "May gatas pa sa labi." I giggled. This is unusual for me; is this the effect of my Dad's call? I know that it's just for our business— but you can't blame me, it just feels so different.

I'm staring at the ceiling for more than 10 minutes, I'm laying in bed and daydreaming, again. I want to sleep but my body won't just let me do whatever I want. I regret that I didn't sleep early for the past weeks—oh, I should not cry over spilled milk. I have to train my mind to make my vocabulary wider and think of some strategies to make our company successful. Dad said that I should know the insights of our company because the time will come, I will supersede him from his position. A memory escaped from my mind; I closed my eyes and saw Dad and Mr. Ypofs. Based on the projection of my memory, it looks like they're planning to start a company. I can hear them talking but my mind can't remember nor understand everything that they said. Mom once said: "Since their childhood, they have this strong bound and they even call each other as 'pare'. I don't know why but they started to treat each other coldly, I can no longer feel the warmth of their friendship which made the company lively. As the time pass by, they become colder and colder to every person around them." Those sentences still echoes in my perplex mind. The memories from the past keep on popping up simultaneously, bad and good memories. They wouldn't just go and distance themselves. I keep on pushing them away, locked them in my vault but they keep on finding their way out. Is this a curse? I bet, it is. I'm certain that it's not just me who's running away, maybe we're in an endless marathon called "Escape From The Past". We stumble and stand, then run again afterwards. Nilif told me, "We can never blame the time, it just functions the way it is expected to be." That one hit me like a train, everyone did feel that. His words of encouragement helped me, it saved me from the blazing fire of sins.

I wonder how Nilif managed to give time to nonsense things equivalent to important matters. I once saw him goofing around with the clowns. I asked him why then he answered, "I want to learn their tricks." Like, what? I known him for more than decades, I know that he's not into that stuff. Whatever, that's his life— I have no right to interfere. He can balance his life, which I can't. I'm always serious about things whilst the entertaining stuffs are all around me. Is this normal? When I was a child, I'm known as the bubbly and gentle daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lychincil. Who would have thought that I'll turn into an aloof person? I'm sure that my old self will cry and tell Mom that I turned into a person she doesn't dream of. My old self will be scared and even her dreams will turn into this nightmare.  I just hope that in the parallel universe where their present is our past, she's happy— scratch it— they're happy as a family.

I turned on my laptop and opened our facebook page, old routine; checked the notifications, posted an image to promote our products and replied to the messages. There's this message which came from a very familiar person— the Mayor of our City. I quickly viewed the message and it says:"Good Evening, I have no free time to personally go to your office. I'm sorry. Mr. Lychincil, are the facemasks I've ordered ready? My men will pick it up tomorrow morning. I'll just send the money through bank transfer. Thank you." What did I just read?!