All things odd are expected to be witnessed in the city – the
most fascinating inventions, the most amazing works of all kind in all
fields. People are in a hurry, running after the sands of time that are
blown quickly; for TIME is MONEY. The smoke from vehicles, the stench of
streets and roads, and the drowning count of people walking and talking
everybody in chorus. All things are scarce, people are poor. They
consider every meal a gift, every coin a treasure. All they bare for
themselves is hope. Waking up every morning to stake their selves in
another battle of survival. Pushing the limits of the universe ahead of
them and put control over their destiny. Working hard, putting
matchsticks unto drooling eyelids to hold it from closing; forgetting
the meaning of rest and sleep for the sake of the sounds “cha-ching” in
their pockets. Going straight to their banks after receiving the pay
slip that they’ve been waiting for. Sliding the card in the machine,
key-in their PIN numbers, and withdraw the money just to be spent for
days. A month long hard work will be nothing but printed receipts –
bills, food, necessities. These were too large compared to the salary
people were having from their professions.
But what if the money doesn’t even reach their destination? If it was not able to make contact with the head of the family that was responsible for dividing the budget. Meet Lex, but only in his funeral. He used to be a loving, jolly, happy-go-lucky guy when he was alive, though he still has this certain shine in his face inside that graphite colored coffin. He was tall, fair-skinned, and brown-haired. His pinkish cheeks and lips had turned porcelain white. And you can notice creases on his forehead, an obvious sign of pain. Nothing much has changed in his features inside the coffin. The face was just the same as everybody else remembered him, but when you start to examine other parts of his body you’ll see the horror he’d been through. You’ll see several cuts from his neck, a deep gash in his arm, and as her mother told the story – a deeper one in his belly.
He was struck by a rusty knife right after having the money in his palm. Lex let go of the money immediately, valuing his life more than the money he’s possessing. But the agent of Abad don did not do the same, he wants to have the money and send his soul bargaining with the devil. Everything became a flashback of what he did before that turning point.
“Hello good evening how may I assist you?” Lex speaks in a courteous manner while turning thousands of pages of files only Lex could understand. Reading and writing at the same time, signing on papers and talking to the client.
“Yes Sir. Sorry for the inconvenience, Sir… I see, so you’re having difficulties regarding your new sim card? Are you subscribed in a plan Sir?” Clicked his mouse and navigated the page of his browser to a new protocol, trying to resolve the costumer’s problem.
“Sir, it’s indicated here that your server is down at this moment, Sir. Let me connect you to a costumer representative to help you further more.”
Yes. Lex is a call-center agent. A nocturnal animal. Sleeping when the sun is shining outside and is widely awake when the crickets make its noisy sounds. But he cannot answer a call anymore. No more complaints from bugging costumers. No more rush from the bosses. No more stress from an odd work. But no more life, no more Lex. No tear can put life in his aweful body anymore. But justice can set Lex in peace, as well as his family. But the police are not eager enough to solve a crime that was committed in public.
“The incident was very frequent, Madame. Your son should’ve been more careful.” The police officer barked at Helen, Lex’s Mum. The way the cop said that to Helen, is like a stab through her heart. She felt the pain Lex had felt, when she cannot have the justice she wanted for her son. They made it look like it’s Lex’s fault why he’s murdered and why he’s inside the coffin now, with the bright lights and the candles with the people mourning for him.
Helen held her composure. Stand from the couch she’s seated on and bid farewell. As she turned her back to the cop, tears immediately flow from her eyes and walk towards the door. Inside the house, nobody can talk to Helen. She’s beside her son, wiping the glass and talking to the frozen figure inside it. Arranging the flowers and the signage then turning back to her son and talk to the dead body again.
Sob. Flowers. Unearthed soil. The covered coffin atop the deep hole probably six feet under surface. People around the coffin. Holy water. A priest. Yes. The burial. It’s the end of the road. The dust will go back to where it came from. Everybody’s spirit is low. Still affected by the incident. Crucita, Lex’s sister opened the coffin for a last time to hug his corpse and bless his physique. But the coffin is empty. Commotion. Issues. Never-ending gossips. Lex is nowhere to be found. Where is he? He’s there the night before the interment. And everything is still a mystery. But Helen is nowhere to be found.
“I will protect you. Nobody will hurt you again. Mommy will heal all your bruises and wounds, honey. You’ll be fine. A magic kiss will make you feel new again. Smile now Lex. Do not be afraid. Mommy’s here baby.” You can hear it from a room on Lex’s residence. With a sobbing voice and an unclear throat, and a runny nose that keeps sneezing in. There is Helen,wiping Lex’s lifeless body. Combing his hair with her fingers and tracing the shapes of his eyes and lips. Kissing his forehead and hugging it tightly. Treating the cadaver like an infant that needs aids in all means. Yes. Helen completely lost her mind. She was completely eaten by the depression and the nightmares kept coming. She keeps on humming a song she used to sing when Lex was still a toddler. Arranging his bed every night and bringing in food every now and then. Changing his clothes often and read tales to her one and only. Going back to the days when he’s little precious gem has the enthusiasm of life. Swinging his son back and forth, as if Lex is asleep and she’s there to guide her son. And to make sure that no one will hurt him again. People could have ignored her son. But Helen made sure, that Lex felt comfort and love, or at least his body as a corpse.
But what if the money doesn’t even reach their destination? If it was not able to make contact with the head of the family that was responsible for dividing the budget. Meet Lex, but only in his funeral. He used to be a loving, jolly, happy-go-lucky guy when he was alive, though he still has this certain shine in his face inside that graphite colored coffin. He was tall, fair-skinned, and brown-haired. His pinkish cheeks and lips had turned porcelain white. And you can notice creases on his forehead, an obvious sign of pain. Nothing much has changed in his features inside the coffin. The face was just the same as everybody else remembered him, but when you start to examine other parts of his body you’ll see the horror he’d been through. You’ll see several cuts from his neck, a deep gash in his arm, and as her mother told the story – a deeper one in his belly.
He was struck by a rusty knife right after having the money in his palm. Lex let go of the money immediately, valuing his life more than the money he’s possessing. But the agent of Abad don did not do the same, he wants to have the money and send his soul bargaining with the devil. Everything became a flashback of what he did before that turning point.
“Hello good evening how may I assist you?” Lex speaks in a courteous manner while turning thousands of pages of files only Lex could understand. Reading and writing at the same time, signing on papers and talking to the client.
“Yes Sir. Sorry for the inconvenience, Sir… I see, so you’re having difficulties regarding your new sim card? Are you subscribed in a plan Sir?” Clicked his mouse and navigated the page of his browser to a new protocol, trying to resolve the costumer’s problem.
“Sir, it’s indicated here that your server is down at this moment, Sir. Let me connect you to a costumer representative to help you further more.”
Yes. Lex is a call-center agent. A nocturnal animal. Sleeping when the sun is shining outside and is widely awake when the crickets make its noisy sounds. But he cannot answer a call anymore. No more complaints from bugging costumers. No more rush from the bosses. No more stress from an odd work. But no more life, no more Lex. No tear can put life in his aweful body anymore. But justice can set Lex in peace, as well as his family. But the police are not eager enough to solve a crime that was committed in public.
“The incident was very frequent, Madame. Your son should’ve been more careful.” The police officer barked at Helen, Lex’s Mum. The way the cop said that to Helen, is like a stab through her heart. She felt the pain Lex had felt, when she cannot have the justice she wanted for her son. They made it look like it’s Lex’s fault why he’s murdered and why he’s inside the coffin now, with the bright lights and the candles with the people mourning for him.
Helen held her composure. Stand from the couch she’s seated on and bid farewell. As she turned her back to the cop, tears immediately flow from her eyes and walk towards the door. Inside the house, nobody can talk to Helen. She’s beside her son, wiping the glass and talking to the frozen figure inside it. Arranging the flowers and the signage then turning back to her son and talk to the dead body again.
Sob. Flowers. Unearthed soil. The covered coffin atop the deep hole probably six feet under surface. People around the coffin. Holy water. A priest. Yes. The burial. It’s the end of the road. The dust will go back to where it came from. Everybody’s spirit is low. Still affected by the incident. Crucita, Lex’s sister opened the coffin for a last time to hug his corpse and bless his physique. But the coffin is empty. Commotion. Issues. Never-ending gossips. Lex is nowhere to be found. Where is he? He’s there the night before the interment. And everything is still a mystery. But Helen is nowhere to be found.
“I will protect you. Nobody will hurt you again. Mommy will heal all your bruises and wounds, honey. You’ll be fine. A magic kiss will make you feel new again. Smile now Lex. Do not be afraid. Mommy’s here baby.” You can hear it from a room on Lex’s residence. With a sobbing voice and an unclear throat, and a runny nose that keeps sneezing in. There is Helen,wiping Lex’s lifeless body. Combing his hair with her fingers and tracing the shapes of his eyes and lips. Kissing his forehead and hugging it tightly. Treating the cadaver like an infant that needs aids in all means. Yes. Helen completely lost her mind. She was completely eaten by the depression and the nightmares kept coming. She keeps on humming a song she used to sing when Lex was still a toddler. Arranging his bed every night and bringing in food every now and then. Changing his clothes often and read tales to her one and only. Going back to the days when he’s little precious gem has the enthusiasm of life. Swinging his son back and forth, as if Lex is asleep and she’s there to guide her son. And to make sure that no one will hurt him again. People could have ignored her son. But Helen made sure, that Lex felt comfort and love, or at least his body as a corpse.
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