Time Ghost

Chapter 4

~Swoosh~

One last metal jar of milk to fill. Chuck’s arms has gotten stiff due to loads of duty in the morning to the afternoon. He has 15 cows inside the shed that require manual care throughout the day. Indeed, milking machines are always available for use, yet warmth from the farmer’s hand would do a trick and essential for their produce anyway.

~tap-tap~

Sounds of footsteps were approaching from far-away side of the shed. Chuck was unable to hear it by the tone of overbearing commotions of the livestock around him at the moment. Horses and a number of chickens were roaming in and out from the open-bare land. Pigs were busy on having scraps of mud and vegetables’ leftovers for meals of the morning. A full squad of drones has been airborne since early dawn to inspect their farm thoroughly for daily report of the current day.

~kriek~

The cage’s door opened. It is Lilia, looking proper and presentable with casual dress on her torso. Chuck noticed of bracelets on the wrist. One seemingly gold-adorned necklace encircled around Her neck as a part of accessories for her navy-blue cardigans.

“Honey, mind if I go to the city for a bit? I have appointments with Dr. Stone today.” Lilia muttered,”Woman stuff, don’t worry about it.” She continued before Chuck barraged her with questions and leaving him without rooms to argue.

Towards her rather-rapid greetings, Chuck replied with a grin and waves his right hand a little, “Alright, see you at lunch, babe.” He said.

“Really, You’re not what- Ah, whatever, see you later at lunch, honey.”

A span of silence sparks amidst their small-time interactions. The old man was quite astounded against such quick assessment of his woman. Within, Damien was fallen into deep thoughts over reasons that might occur between the two. Past lives of the old man were nothing but swept-up dust at his disposal. Her short-array rejoinder flies away like a sting of a mosquito bite. For Lilia to keep amazed and stunned against him determines crucial issues in their relationship, that still a long-reigning mystery to his mind.

I suppose it’s investigation day for me, too. Where’s to look at for the kick-starter? Ah, I better send all of this milk out to the neighbors. Could get information I needed from there.

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~bla-bla-bla-bla~

White-colored suit personnel stroll around the corridor to examine sick persons in every corner of the clinic. Dozens of men and women have themselves sitting in queue for further assessment of their current state. Thankfully, local residents are commonly in good physical shape and having no fatal disease in whatsoever form so far, hence medical check-ups were scheduled every month only for conventional matters and to maintain the livelihood of their sole healthcare amenity in town.

“Welcome, Ma’am! It’s so good to see you!”

One of the receptionist addressed her in amicable manner and giving a wide smile. Indeed, being in a rural settlements means a lot of people will be close with you at all times. Local residents will have jobs and created one in the same areas of the small town. Youngsters would be employed for part-time duties in close-contact with their well-recognized neighborhood, therefore nobody would feel ostracized and isolated in their workplace at all.

Ahead of the friendly gesture from the receptionist, Lilia painted herself in smile as much. She handed out papers onto the table and gazed upon her in the eye,”Hey, Diana! Is Sylvana in her room? I wanna speak with her about things.” She requested. In advent of her to-the-point solicitation, the white-robed receptionist grabs the paper and scanned them in speed.

“Please wait, Lilia. I have to do some papers for you, first. It’s administration issues and will be takin’ only a few minutes.” She replied, to which the old woman responds in hastily fashion,”Okay, but can you show me where should I meet her?”

Diana has herself nodded before the old woman’s demand and pointed at the meeting room nearby,”It’s just like your usual, ma’am. Two hours and a closed door at your service.”

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“Lilia, how’s the farm? Lookin’ good? I can smell corns in your cologne.”

A young woman in glasses stands up before Lilia’s entrance to the room. Based from her expressions and less furrows on the forehead, anyone would agree that She is fairly in mid-30 to consider of Her age.  Both of her slanted eyes blinks repeatedly and watches over Lilia’s gestures in careful manner. Being a seasoned psychologist, there is no way for her to be spaced out against subtle movements and codes of discomfort from Her clientele at the moment. Sylvana’s tiny lips goes widened to impress in advance by clean teeth at the front. Without those expressions, Lilia could feel uneasy and less confident towards Her expertise in this particular field afterwards.

The old woman curls her lips and put the bag on her lap, then sighed heavily,”That injury hits Chuck’s brain, Sylvana. He’s never as sweet as the last three days before, I swear to you!”