Romba the Ex-soldier Mother

-Day ??? / 13:00-

In a suburban house, Romba is in the kitchen preparing lunch while humming a melody. Under her apron she wears military pants and a white shirt that highlights her muscular back. Her warm and serene face is marked with several scars, especially a long one on her lip.

Romba: Hmmm~ hm~ hmm~ I must remember to make enough for my little treasure~

Just as Romba sways her hips to the rhythm of the music in her head and heads to the refrigerator to grab a condiment, she sees it... inside the fridge... is the tupperware with Ruby's lunch.

Romba: No... no!!! Did my precious butterfly forget her food?!! What will happen to her healthy nutrition today?!!!

Romba quickly dials her daughter's number.

Romba’s skin crawls when she hears a stranger’s voice.

{Romba: You... BASTARD!! Who are you and what did you do to my sweet heart?!}

{???: Uh... look, I just took your daughter’s phone, I won’t give it back until—}

{Romba: Listen to me carefully. I don’t know who you are or what you want. But if you’re trying to steal my daughter’s phone just to flirt with a happily divorced woman, let me tell you I’m not looking for a partner right now. What I do have is a forgotten tupperware and the skills to find perverts like you. -CLICK-}

Without another word, Romba rips off her apron, throws it on the floor, and grabs her car keys.

-Same time / Ruby’s University-

Professor: Uuh... I think she hung up on me. Miss Ruby, I hope this teaches you not to use your phone in my class.

Ruby’s professor tries to sound authoritative despite being slightly unsettled by Romba’s threat.

Ruby: Yes, professor...

Ruby just hopes her mother didn’t misunderstand anything.

-13:30 / Somewhere on the highway-

Romba drives towards the university, the speedometer showing 100km/h. Several police cars are chasing her, but her zigzagging between traffic and sidewalks has kept her from being caught.

Romba: Come on, damn it, faster, FASTER!!!

Ahead, the drawbridge is starting to rise. There’s no escape, but that doesn’t stop her. She accelerates to maximum speed as the police watch in disbelief and are forced to brake.

Romba: RWAAAAAWWR!!!

She manages to land on the other side in one piece. She quickly checks the passenger seat where the tupperware sits safely secured with the seatbelt, then continues her journey to the university.

-13:50 / University-

Romba parks right on the university sidewalk, carefully takes out the tupperware and runs inside. However, as soon as she enters the hallways, she is stopped by the janitor...

Janitor: The floor… is WET. Go back where you came from, ma’am.

The man has a rough face, a glass eye, and an unshaven beard. Behind him are yellow signs that read “Wet Floor – Do Not Enter.”

Romba: Get out of my way… or I’ll have to move you myself.

Romba places the tupperware on the floor and ties a worn red bandana around her forehead, getting into a fighting stance.

Janitor: I said… IT’S WET!!

The janitor rips open his overalls, revealing his toned and muscular physique.

Janitor: I’D RATHER DIE THAN LET YOU THROUGH!!!

Both charge forward screaming, ready to fight.

-14:00 / Classroom-

In the middle of Ruby’s class, the door opens. A bald, bespectacled, slightly aged man scans the room until he spots Ruby.

Director: Ehm! Miss Ruby. Could you come with me for a moment?

Ruby: Umm. Sure, Director.

She stands up quickly and leaves the room without looking at her classmates or the director. As they walk, the director can’t help but sigh.

Director: AHHhgg… I can’t believe this keeps happening. This is the third one! The third janitor this semester. Why do they all do that? Do all the janitors in the state come from a psychiatric ward?

As they turn the corner, Ruby sees her mother standing in front of the janitor. She has bruises on her face, her shirt torn showing part of her abdomen, and dried blood scattered across her body, while the janitor lies knocked out in a corner with a huge crater in the lockers where he crashed.

Romba: My girl!! I’m so glad you’re okay!! Look, you forgot your lunch!

Romba runs over and gives her beloved daughter a big hug while covering her with kisses.

Ruby: Mom, stop! Haha. Calm down! I told you I was eating with my friends today!

Romba’s face shifts from confusion to surprise. It’s true! She had forgotten Ruby mentioned it that morning.

Romba: Oh… OOOOOH hahahah!! You’re right. What a scatterbrained mother you have! Well, the important thing is that you’re okay.

Everything ended well. Ruby wasn’t in danger, nor at risk of missing one of the most important meals of the day. Everything was perfectly resolved—

Police: You!! You’re under arrest!!

A police officer grabs Romba from behind and handcuffs her.

Romba: WHAT!? Wait, but why—… oh, right.

And now it really was over. Romba was sent to jail for 3 days (again), a janitor was sent to the hospital (again), and the university had to find a replacement (again). What’s the moral? There isn’t one.

-Day 1/19:00-

Romba is sitting in a shady bar, head down, crying inconsolably while her friend Susy comforts her.

Romba: Buaaaaaw!!!! My little girl!! My precious little girl left for another country!!!

Susy: Oh come on, honey, don’t be so sad. It’s natural! Maybe this is your chance to do something more than just be a housewife.

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