The Resident's Daughter

The resident's daughter was writing on her notes on how to apologize to the chaplain after her untimely approach to the chaplain's relative.  She was advised by her boss who also has a godmother in the same institution to apologize.  "He is a captain and he can have you killed."  She wondered if it was metaphorically or literally. The industry of healthcare, finance was cut throat competition for an artist creative like soul of daughter of the resident.  She was working as a financial advisor.  She managed to hold a forum in the very strict institution with limited internet access and tight continuing routine.   He exclaimed with his loud voice "Ms. Denise!" while she was walking the corridor towards the social hall.  She got startled and even raised her hands toward the air.  She was invited to sit with his family by the round table covered with dark red sheets.  She sat in between the two chaplains.  One a Chinese who is a relative of a soldier.  He came from his home country where priests were being killed.  He was exiled to the Pearl of the Orient.  He found himself a tandem with the another military chaplain, a local who boasts of his well decorated medals and his studies in the United States.  The resident's daughter sat across the relatives.  "Do you have a girlfriend, the resident's daughter teased one of the chaplain.  The relative, a long haired lady sighed "They are not allowed to have a relationship.  She was hoping to lighten up the mood.  Apparently, it only made their eyes roll.  She was only in the country for a visit.  She worked as distributor of a heart valve.  She described it as a metal that is sewn to the heart for transplant that helps the patient in having a regular heartbeat or so the resident daughter understood.  For a moment they were having a conversation, the military chaplain excused himself.  Knowing that the relatives were only there for a visit, another relative opened about the insurance.  Will I get something from it.  Thinking this could be a good time since the relatives were only staying for a visit and they were from the province or from out of country, the resident's daughter grabbed the opportunity.  She approached one of the relative when suddenly the military chaplain.  He looked disappointed.  He gestured he will tour the family to the facility.  The resident's daugther followed.  The lady relative said we are not allowed to interact to potential customers.  One of the resident was a relative of an international singer and he was introduced by the military chaplain.  In one of the visits, the resident's daughter was sitting by the bench. When the military chaplain whispered to her "I am surprised you approached my relative.  You are not allowed to approach a family member."  She was confused.  All the while she thought he introduced him to the family since he also needed an insurance for himself. She was still following him towards the white Fortuner car when they gestured smiling, "Next time we will enjoin you."  At the back of the mind of the resident's daughter she was confused.  And so she messaged her partner advisor who happens to be a bassist of a known band in their country and President of the homeowner's association of the subdivision just beside the nursing home.  He was confused himself.  He was also one of the advisors whom the military chaplain gestured that he will kill if his insurance will not be fixed after saying to the resident's daughter "Your success will be my success."  Apparently he was interested for himself and also for his relative. It was a rainy afternoon.  Drizzling.  She was wearing her dress and red sandals.  She walked to the seminary turned nursing home extension opening the castle like gate with guard from the military securing the entrance.  From the high sloping entrance, the military chaplain was walking.  He was also wearing the same colored shirt. Red.  He gestured, "We are wearing the same color."  And so the resident's daugther gaited towards him.  "I wanted to apologize."  And then he gestured with his close fist towards his chest while walking towards the gate "I don't keep grudges.  No need to apologize."  And then he invited her to walk with him with a big white umbrella with a logo of a cross.  "Come, come to my office."  And so she walked though the military chaplain walked swiftly ahead of her. She He invited the resident’s daughter to his office. His office was a hexagonal gazebo beside the long lawn and the parking space. It was like a lighthouse in a nursing home.  It is surrounded with glass windows and covered with white curtain.  It is separated by cubicle.  Upon entrance is the souvenir shops that sells t-shirts, religious emblem and usually manned by a kind looking lady with leg braces.  His room would sometime be filled with paintings, with gifts of food from guests, his desk with books and scrabbles and sometimes his dive gears. On his walls hanged his military jacket, garments and those everyday quotes on goals on life, calendar.   He invites him to sit in front of his desk.  The resident’s daughter opted to sit by the bench.  He discussed about the basic human needs “That is easy, you just have to balance your physical mental emotional spiritual, financial and s*x life…” Did the resident’s daughter hear it right, s*x life when the military chaplain discusses it with such casualty.  The resident’s daughter was actually complaining about already paying his bills.  He invited him to use the phone instead.  He also said that his license was confiscated.  The chaplain asked "Would you like to meet my friend the mayor?"  Did the resident’s daughter hear it right? He wants to introduce his mayor friend when she simply wants to confirm if her bill went through and if she can get her license.  And then she said that she is having difficulty.  She wanted to be as strong as the military chaplain.  And then she said to him "I wrote you a song."  He said "Ok let me hear it."  Shyly she said "But I am not yet ready with it.  I am still in the process of writing."  The military chaplain said “Denise I am also human…” Did the resident’s daughter hear him right, that he is human?  He gestured to fix his jeans like a man would fix his clothes when embarrassed. He gestured with a point finger "I still believe in God." She asked regarding about the relative.  "He is killed.  She committed suicide.  Most of those who became close to me gets killed."  She was again shocked.  "But I just met her.  And you were simply asking me if she can get counseling."  He responded "But CEFAM is expensive."  And then he asked her "So how do you feel now?"  She was still confused "You are still in shock."  She could not connect that his relative was killed or did she commit suicide.  "It is a disease, she is under observation."  Those were the words or ramblings that came out.  She was confused if she was still alive or simply has a suicidal tendency or has already been killed.  At the back of her mind, she needs to see a medical report but to insist "It is not safe. You are not familiar with the place."  He responded firmly.  And then he got up walked to the lady and held her hand and pressed it. She left the office and walked towards the social hall.  Near the entrance sits the director and he said "Ms. Denise...you can greet them..." and so she followed in greeting them.