Chapter 2: The man and the plants

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The presentation on the next day was smooth sailing, and so all of us were able to come home early.  My apartment is only a few blocks from the company. I’ll just ride a jeepney, a less than 10 minute trip, and then I’ll have a 5 minute walk to my apartment.

 From a distance, I heard dripping sounds of water, then it becomes louder. It’s when I thought that someone must be urinating nearby. Gross, I whispered to myself. Few more steps and I caught in my sight an old man holding a hose. He’s the one creating the noise. He is watering the plants.

Suddenly, I giggled, felt awkward with my thought. The old man noticed me.

“Hey.” He said. “What’s so funny?”

I got scared. I thought that he might wet me with the hose. “Nothing.” I said hurriedly.

I walked pass him in such an abnormal speed and turned around for one more time, just to make sure he’s not going to attack from my back.

And I saw him, still watering his plants with heavenly calmness and mildness. I wondered why. Why this late? Why not in the morning?

The next day, I looked for the old man again. In great light, I noticed the beauty of his plants in front of his seemingly disordered house. He’s not around. Did he water the plants all night?

I came to the office late. Two minutes late. It’s the first time that I got late. My co-employees noticed this. This is dreadful. People notice small imperfections. But good deeds? Hardly.

“Jess, why are you late?” Hanna asked.

I looked at her. “Traffic.” I said.

“Ridiculous!” she snapped. “You’re apartment’s not that far from here so how come?”

“None of your business.”

Other personnel in the Finance department turned their heads to me and Hanna. They knew something’s burning.

“What?” she exclaimed. “Can you hear yourself?” she cocked her head upwards. “I’m a regular employee here, and you’re not. That’s a big difference.”

“So what?” I said while encoding the expenses for the general supplies for this week.

“So what?” she repeated. “What a stupid question. Well, you’re stupid anyway.”

Now I feel angry. “Shut up.” I told her. “Just shut up and go back to your work.”

She smashed a hand on my table. “Slut.” She said. “You’re a bitch.”

I felt the escalating wrath crawling from my chest to my head. I didn’t want to start a fight. I don’t want to lose my job. But she’s pushing me to my rage.

“I’ll report you to Sir Martin.” I told her harshly. “What a waste.”

That moment, I already have a feeling that Hanna would slap me, but Sir suddenly Martin came in. He noticed the seemingly growing enmity between us.

“Is there something going on here?” he walked pass to us. “Right now?”

Nobody responded.

“I’ll ask once again.” He looked around us.  “Is there something going on here?”

“None, sir,” Hanna muttered. “We’re just having some usual conversation.”

“Usual conversation, I see.” Sir Martin walked near to us. “Saying words like ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’ during office hours?” He tapped us in the shoulder. “Well yeah, I think that’s really usual.”

I sighed. No. I don’t want this to ruin everything I worked for. 


Submitted: June 22, 2017

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