Chapter 43

I slowly left as I lay next to Inah. Damn! It looks like I have a fever. The heat I feel and add a few more days of lack of sleep, maybe even all year I lack of sleep. I slowly rubbed Inah’s forehead, it was no longer hot and looked like it had healed but I had to, keep taking its medicine.

At six o’clock, I still had two hours to take care of myself and the housework. From the room I could hear Lana’s laughter and Van’s voice. I decided to put Van next to Lana when she sleeps because Inah is very contagious when she is sick. I look like I’m infected. ‘I hope not.

“Good morning,” I greeted as I left the room.

They just came out and Van quickly ran up to me and jumped up and down obviously wanting to get up. “Yah! My baby’s weight.” I’m pissed here.

She just smiled at me and as usual, she kissed me hard. I played with it until she herself would lower herself. I took that opportunity to take care of myself, I was only there for a while and he was the most head of us all so I had to be presentable in front of him.

“What if she woke up? You know how to cry, it’s still hard to swallow.” It sucks on Inah who is sleeping.

“Wait a minute, just give me some milk or show him Van, she’ll be quiet as long as her twin is there, just don’t let her come near me. I’m leaving so I can go home early,” I said

The door opened for me. “Don’t come back here,” she said laughing.

“Fvck you, you don’t have any milk to be proud of me,” I said laughing which made him laugh even more.

I decided to go down, as before the adults were there again playing with the kids, I barely waved at them and went up show. The sunshine is high, but it doesn’t feel like it because it’s still winter, it’s almost March so the climate will change again. I just walk carefully because there are people slipping in the path, no matter how careful you are if you really slip, you will slip. I took this opportunity to take photos, thankfully and Mildred taught me how to take a variety of angles that I still pretty much haven’t been to until now.

The twins loved every scene, I remember the times I made them pregnant, I often just stared at the trees and sometimes looked forward to the sunset. Something they also inherited because they are often on the balcony but to wait for the sun to rise … And sleep again. They are like that. When I was content to take pictures in a large building covered in snow but exposed to sunlight, I decided to take a taxi and drive to the company itself.

While on the ride I couldn’t help but laugh because of the videos that were on the very Camera I was holding, which until now I didn’t know why ended up in my coat. Maybe Van played with it again, it’s impossible for him to inherit it from his father, from uncle Luca — why do I say that?

When I entered the company, the janitresses first greeted me with a happy smile, even said hello because they hadn’t seen me for a few days. Only about two. My eye quickly caught Cyron who was busy talking to a model who was sticky when looking at him.

How desperate, that’s how I looked at Zaffiro, but here, I’m the only one at the end. I was about to press the button on the elevator when I noticed that they were looking at me.

“What?” not in the mood I asked.

The woman was still there. It’s just annoying because she will be the next victim and Cyron, she has almost victimized everything, she can’t be satisfied.

“Problem?” it’s a wrinkled question.

I laughed to the side because someone was coming out of the elevator. “You staring at me, I am supposed to be asked you that. Problem?” I said and then I received irap from the female model and passed me.

“Stupid!” its salt then did not hesitate to enter the elevator and close it immediately But before that closed, I gave her a sweet word that she could not understand.

“You’re going to die,” I said smiling.

I am rude. But in a nice way, dear.

Don’t let her annoy me because I feel bad right now. I could do nothing but wait again for the next one because of an impact. I heard a faint laugh coming from behind me. This is another one.

“Why?” I ask here.

“Where are you going? Mr. Valencia?” its question which he also answered.

“Yes, how did you find out?” I ask here.

He shook me and looked straight into my eyes. “A lot of people came here yesterday to talk to him, I don’t know what about,” he explained. “How is Inah?” next to it then the elevator opens. There was no one so I used our language.

“She’s fine, in case I get sick,” I replied.

I immediately noticed its silence and then I just felt its hand on my forehead. I received a smirk.

“It looks like that.” I ignored it because it would also disappear.

When I got to Mr.’s office. Valencia smiled as its secretary texted me. “Good morning Ma’am, Mr. Valencia is waiting for you Ma’am, please go inside,” she said smiling.

Cyron and I were still looking at each other. I don’t know why I’m nervous. I have a different feeling … There seems to be something wrong.

“I’ll wait for you here, go inside now,” Cyron whispered leaning against the wall.

I just nodded and decided to go inside. When I opened the door it bore fruitd that it immediately to me. The mestizo man who is busy moving folders and briefly reads the others then someone will sign and take another folder again and do the same as before. We caught sight of it which made me suddenly nervous.

Why am I scared?

He smiled bitterly at me and pointed to the swivel chair in front of its desk. His office was spacious, large enough for him to surround the left side of the wall with sketches that were not lightly glued to it. I smiled slightly as I saw my five works there which was only surprising because Lana’s was complete.

“Have a seat, Ms. Veronika,” his deep voice accompanied his sterling gray eyes.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

It took a folder and I noticed that it was mine, in the folder next to it were some of my design works. I decided to just want to look at him.

“You came from the Philippines right? Ms. Veronika Azusa Ficarro, has two children and a single parent, huh,” he said as he read the folder.

“Yes, sir.”

“Top 5 in fashion designing in the Philippines,” he said nodding and then decided to look at me. “You know what Ms. Veronika, you are the one who have a great design and most unique outlined. But you know the rules in this company, in this kind of training. You have been here since 2 years ago up until now. And I will give you an excellent job because of your doing nice,” he said positively.

This is probably the good news they are referring to. Many have told me that, so I was not surprised.

“Thank you Sir,” I said with a smile.

“But, as I said. You know the rules. Once you can’t meet our expectations with your designs… We will drop you. In the past 8 months, we noticed something in your outline, that was not the same as your old design, they actually want to eliminate you but because you have kids, we gave you a second chance to draw again,” he said calmly as my works were gradually released.

I can clearly see my outlines there. Granted, that is no longer the case. I’m no longer the type who doesn’t lose when it comes to design, even with Lana. But now … I seem to know what will happen. This is supposed to end my life here in Spain.

“But Ms. Ficarro, we have no choice to chose you to eliminate in this kind of training. We had been decided this since 2 months ago,” he said bitterly.

I was almost deaf from the noise of my chest. I no longer have a job. I don’t know if I was really that careless at work, I did everything I could to keep up with taking care of the children. But why is this? I thought I could.

“B-But Sir—”

“But don’t worry, I already fixed your papers just to stay here in just 2 years, but after that, you must get your flight to Philippines, unless, you have a new work here.”

Two years? I’m not yet ready.

“I’m sorry Ms. Ficarro. We highly appreciated your masterpiece. You can now pack your things, thank you.”