Believing they had successfully tricked the old mother into signing over all her property, the son and his wife triumphantly expelled their elderly mother… but just 48 hours later, she returned carrying something that chilled their blood.
In Cebu City lived 82-year-old Lola Maria with her youngest son, Carlos, and his wife, Lina.
Lately, the couple had noticed that Lola was becoming forgetful: sometimes she repeated the same questions, other times she forgot where she had left her things.
One evening, while sitting on the terrace, Lina whispered to her husband:
“If we get Mom to sign the deed of transfer, the house will be ours. It will be easy… she is old and gullible.”
“Yes. We’ll just tell her it’s a medical certificate. She won’t know it’s actually a transfer of ownership.”
The next day, they took Lola to the town hall, pretending it was for a medical checkup and the notarization of some “medical documents.”
In reality, they were having her sign a document transferring ownership of the house—valued at over five million pesos—to Carlos’s name.
Suspecting nothing, Lola signed it.
When they returned home, the couple said:
“Mom, maybe you can stay with some relatives for now. We’re going to renovate the house to make it more beautiful.”
Lola Maria remained silent.
Her husband, Lolo Ben, was furious. That same night, he took Lola out of the house, carrying only a few clothes, and they left for his nephew’s house in Bohol province.
48 hours later
While Carlos and Lina were planning their “renovation,” a tricycle stopped in front of the house, carrying a large container.
Lola Maria stepped out, wearing a traditional Barong Tagalog blouse, a hat, and carrying a large bucket of bagoong (fermented shrimp paste) that gave off a strong, pungent odor.
She quietly entered the courtyard and said,
“Did you think I was tricked? I’m not senile. I just pretended to be forgetful to see how far your greed would go.”
She looked directly at Lina.
“I recorded everything—your conversations, the contract you made me sign. The recorder, my lawyer, the barangay, and the municipality all have copies. For the past 48 hours, I was in my lawyer’s office, not in the province. And now…”
She slowly opened the lid of the bucket.
The stench of bagoong filled the air, making everyone shudder.
“This is my gift to you—bagoong that I fermented for two years. Do you know why I brought it? Because greedy and shameless people smell like this: a smell that sticks and no soap can remove.”
Then Lolo Ben appeared, his cane in hand and his voice firm:
“We don’t need your money or your house. But don’t think you can fool your own parents. This house belongs to your mother. If you want to take it, you’ll have to do it over my dead body.”
Carlos trembled and lowered his head.
“Ma… Ma, we didn’t mean to do that… we just wanted to help fix the title…”
Lola María smiled—bitterly, but strongly.
“Help? Just admit you wanted to take it. But remember this: ungrateful children carry the stench of shame forever. No matter how much cologne they use, the filth on their conscience will always come out.”
The neighbors began to gather, murmuring as the smell of bagoong wafted through the air—like a curse impossible to wash away, a reminder of greed that returns to haunt those who committed it.
Carlos and Lina thought that after that day, everything would calm down.
They scrubbed the fish sauce stains scattered around the yard and rinsed it all afternoon, but the nauseating smell lingered.
That night, Carlos woke with a start.
He heard whispers outside—voices near the gate. As he stepped outside, he saw a small plastic bag hanging from the iron gate. Inside was… a fresh jar of bagoong and a handwritten note:
“Those who live in lies carry the stench not on their skin, but in their hearts.”
Carlos froze. Lina hugged him tightly, trembling.
“Honey… maybe Mom sent someone to scare us…”
But Carlos shouted:
“She’s 82 years old! She can’t scare us! Don’t be superstitious!”
Three days later, a summons arrived from Barangay Hall.
Officials were demanding the couple appear to explain the illegal transfer of the property.
When they arrived, Lola Maria was already seated—along with a young lawyer and two police officers.
She was still simply dressed in her barong, but her eyes shone with determination.
Her lawyer turned on a phone and played a recording:
“Just sign here… she’s senile, easily fooled…”
“After the sale, we’ll divide the money and kick her out…”
Lina’s voice echoed clearly in the room.
The room fell silent.
The barangay official shook his head:
“What they did is wrong. This isn’t a simple family matter—it’s fraud and elder abuse.”
Carlos paled. Lina burst into tears.
Then Lola María spoke her final words.
She looked at his son and said,
“Carlos, I don’t want to see you in jail. But you must understand that when you do wrong, you lose more than a house. You lose your conscience.”
She turned to Lina:
“You took care of me when I was sick—I remember that. But a single act of betrayal erases all the good you did.”
Then she stood up and continued calmly,
“I’ve donated half of the house to the Cebu senior care center. I’ve put the rest in the custody of my lawyer, so no one will touch it again.”
The couple was stunned.
From that day on, Carlos and Lina moved to Cebu and rented a small apartment in Mandaue.
They opened a small restaurant, but no matter what they cooked, customers always said,
“Why does this restaurant smell like bagoong?”
Lina cried.
“I’ve washed everything dozens of times. Why is the smell still there?”
Carlos remained silent. He knew it wasn’t the true smell of bagoong—it was the smell of guilt and shame, the kind that lingers in the heart after betraying one’s mother.
As for Lola María, after donating her property to the senior center, she spent her afternoons there, making coffee, reading books, and smiling peacefully.
When someone asked her about her son, she would gently reply,
“I may have lost a home, but I’ve regained my dignity. As for them, they’ll never sleep peacefully again, haunted by the stench of their own sin.”
In the Philippines, it is said: “Ang utang na loob ay mas mabigat kaysa ginto”—a debt of gratitude weighs more than gold.
And when a son dares to betray the one who gave him life, all the riches he gains will forever carry the scent of bagoong—a strong, penetrating odor that never fades.
