Flora was distressed at the thought of having to return to her house to tell the bad news to her mother that she would have to stay in high school for one more year. She knew that it would greatly disappoint her mother who had worked all day and most of the nights just to get her to high school. Flora knew that it was a real threat that she would not be able to land a good job at minimum pay if she could not at least finish her high school. She would have also liked to get a college degree but knew that it would be more realistic to go to a vocational school and study cooking or domestic service.Perlita tried to console Flora although she was also distraught at the thought of not finishing high school. Like Flora, her family was living below the poverty line. Her father was a fisherman who could not make a lot of money from the small catch that dwindled every year. She also had brothers and sisters who had to stay at home and help her parents with their work because the family only ha
“Are you sure you don’t want to wash at the lavatories?” Perlita asked Flora, seeing her friend’s arms had smudges of dirt from cleaning the windowpanes.“D-do you want to go?” asked Flora, her voice wavering.“I think I need to go to the bathroom,” replied Perlita. “Maybe we can just go there for a quick wash and pee before we go home.”Flora also felt that her bladder was full and that she would not be able to hold her urine for long. She relented and nodded at Perlita. “I think I need to go too. Let’s just hurry up.”The two girls finished sweeping the floor and collected the dust and dirt in their dust pans. Afterwards, they placed the dust in the trash cans at the back of the room. They also hung the brooms they used at the hook behind the door while the rags went to drawer where they normally kept the soiled rags.“Let’s just wash those tomorrow. We can come here early,” suggested Perlita.“Yes,” agreed Flora. “We really need to get going. I just hope the landlady’s not waiting a
Flora took a deep breath as she recalled that frightening night at her public high school in Cardena. It was curious that she felt the same feeling standing there in the corridor of a luxurious mansion on an island in the middle of the ocean when her public school’s dilapidated facilities and peeling wall paint were a far cry from her present location. It felt surreal that she stood once again in a dark corridor and needed to conquer her own fears once more, but this time, without her best friend Perlita to accompany her and support her.Still, her experience that night in high school taught her valuable lessons that she would often get back to whenever she felt helpless and afraid of what could be lurking in the shadows. She started to see her life as full of unexpected surprises that were sometimes heartbreaking, but in some other times full of happiness. Nadi was one of those experiences when Flora was full of foreboding at what the future would bring. She knew that taking care of
As Flora rolled the cleaning cart in front of her, she got near one of the portraits that were hung on the walls. She made another gasp when she found an old portrait of a man wearing the traditional formal clothes worn in Cardena about a century ago. The man had thick black hair combed neatly over his head and the black and white suit he had on was expertly painted that the brush strokes easily converted into the folds of his clothes. It was not his clothes, however, that made Flora gasp, but the intense look from his eyes that seemed to look directly at her even as she walked in front of it. Flora noticed that the other paintings were also portraits of old men and women who might have been real persons, possibly relatives of the master. If they were portraits of real people, Flora wondered if the south wing really was reserved for the master and his guests and she wondered if the guests that Pablo mentioned were staying in the house were in fact relatives of the master. She would lik
Flora looked around the room and noticed that the wooden floor was highly polished. She remembered Maya earlier showing her the vacuum cleaner, but she also noticed the floor polisher standing in the corner next to the mops. The electrical appliances were quite useful and would make her work easier thought, Flora. However, Maya did mention that they were supposed to use the vacuum cleaner only in specific days to keep the noise down to the minimum. Flora assumed that it also applied to the floor polisher. Still, Flora observed from the smoothness of the wooden floor of the room as well as the carpets in the corridor outside that the south wing was still being properly maintained. Flora remembered how as a maid working in Malen, many of her employers just had her do everything manually. She thought how these employers probably thought that it was cheaper to get a maid who could do multiple things rather than many appliances that still consumed electricity and still needed to be operated
After getting the drapes down, the room did not brighten as Flora had expected. She got off the chair with some difficulty as it wobbled slightly and the cushion on which she stepped was too soft and did not provide her feet with enough support. With the two layers of drapes taken down, Flora noticed that the windows were boarded up to block the view outside. That was the reason that despite having taken the drapes down, the room was still dim with only the few light bulbs on the ceiling shedding light.Unusual, thought Flora, that the windows were boarded up when most people would want windows open to be able to peer out and to let the sunshine in. For this room, not only were the windows heavily draped, wooden boards had also been nailed on the windows to prevent most of the light outside from streaming in. Flora wondered if the windows were also boarded to prevent intruders from coming in. She had to strike off that idea though since it would be highly unlikely to have thieves climb
The five rooms where Flora had already taken the drapes down and pulled the sheets and blankets had been more or less the same. Flora could tell, however, that they were designed to have different personalities, as if they were designed for specific people. At first, it felt weird as she entered each room. They were roughly of the same size and layout. The types of furniture were also similar to each other. Yet, as she entered each one and did her inspections before taking down the drapes and removing the blankets and sheets, she felt as if she were entering a new house. It felt like she as if she were seeing the room of a different person, as if the room had its own personality. She had worked briefly in a hotel as a room attendant where the rooms were almost identical and, in a way, she also expected the same in the mansion. However, each of the rooms felt much different to the others and Flora sensed that different personalities could have possibly designed each room. Why that was s
As Flora was already halfway through all of the rooms in the south wing, she wondered if any of them had been occupied by guests before. She thought that it was a shame for such beautiful rooms to remain unoccupied and yet efforts were exerted by servants like herself in maintaining them. Flora was in the middle of the dim corridor. In the middle of the coffin, she thought to herself. There was a portrait just between the fourth and sixth room that she was about to enter, and Flora found the sitters in the portrait just as frightening as the others. It was an idyllic scene of a small pond in the middle of a lush forest. The leaves of the trees were emerald green while the ground was covered with grass that were given a deeper shade of green. The painting was quite detailed and Flora could see that there were insects in some of the blades of grass, nibbling away at the green leaves, while on the trees were some animals as well. She saw two woodpeckers knocking on the branches. Flora co