"Damn it! I'm late. How could I overslept? This had never happened before. Could it be because of yesterday evening? Argh... whatever, I don't care anymore."
Mint rushes to her office. Instead of using the elevator, the takes the stairs and go straight to her office. The atmosphere turned dead silent as Mint enters it. As she walks to her office, a voice is heard and she stops, turns her back, and looks at the sight of an unknown man behind her.
"Well, that's rude. You're late and you didnt even apologize to your associates". Said the man. Murmurs lightly heard.
"Excuse me and you are?" Ask Mint.
"I'm the new worker here. I works as the new chief accountant post that was opened recently." Reply the man.
"Then you should shut your mouth rather than wasting my time." Said Mint arrogantly.
"Wha-"
Mint drops the conversation short and head back to her office. She ignored the same voice asking her to justify her statement. Certainly, he was offended by Mint's action. On the other hand, Mint starts to begin her work by looking through the files on her table.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
The Beginning
It was like any other working day. Mint finished her tasks efficiently and took an early leave. The hustle and bustle of the night in the city street never catches her attention. She walks past the seas of mankind towards her house.
There are still lights and voices coming from her neighbours' house. Mint unlocks her house, switch on the light and the over-familiar sight of her white, neat room comes to surface. The room was spacious and lightly decorated but somehow -- today unlike any other day, it triggers an odd feeling deep inside her. Is it loneliness? No, it can't be.
Mint's mother died when she was in her teens. Her father "left" her and her two siblings when he decided to remarry another woman. Mint and her brothers was treated as an insignificant creatures in the new place called "home". Their father focuses on work and give his attention to his new wife -- not even a scrape of time was made for them. Growing up in a cold house led to the development of an independent as well as icy attitudes toward others. She made friends at school but she always avoided any social activities ever since her "second betrayal". Avoiding making close contact with people has become a method of shielding herself from getting hurt. After a period of time, she learned to cut off her "loneliness".
Mint put aside her sensitivity and takes a shower to calm herself up. She goes to sleep after having her dinner. Another day passes by...
There are still lights and voices coming from her neighbours' house. Mint unlocks her house, switch on the light and the over-familiar sight of her white, neat room comes to surface. The room was spacious and lightly decorated but somehow -- today unlike any other day, it triggers an odd feeling deep inside her. Is it loneliness? No, it can't be.
Mint's mother died when she was in her teens. Her father "left" her and her two siblings when he decided to remarry another woman. Mint and her brothers was treated as an insignificant creatures in the new place called "home". Their father focuses on work and give his attention to his new wife -- not even a scrape of time was made for them. Growing up in a cold house led to the development of an independent as well as icy attitudes toward others. She made friends at school but she always avoided any social activities ever since her "second betrayal". Avoiding making close contact with people has become a method of shielding herself from getting hurt. After a period of time, she learned to cut off her "loneliness".
Mint put aside her sensitivity and takes a shower to calm herself up. She goes to sleep after having her dinner. Another day passes by...
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