_ Go with your dead soul._Author"That's my mother's grave," Charles's index finger pointed at the neat mound of earth. Green grass is visible above it.A fresh breeze amidst the cloudy afternoon, escorting two teenagers to the cemetery Charles meant. Their steps go hand in hand, if Grace's left foot steps, then Charles's right foot will follow. Continue until they stop at a grave."Mrs. Aziza, what a beautiful name." She said almost in a whisper.Grace's eyes glanced to the side, it was seen that Charles body had crouched down. Caressing the green grass which indicates like eternal life in nature there is very calm.This is surprising indeed. Even Grace herself could hardly believe that she finally knew Charles with one crazy confession. It's just that there was no expression of surprise or anger that Grace got from Charles, a far cry from Mr. Flip's attitude that said bad things about him as an illegitimate child. She cleared her throat, crouching down beside Charles.The man looked
_No one ever really goes, not even to come. You know, life does ask many people to give up immediately._ AuthorOne clap on the back of the man walking to class. Until a small chuckle was heard when she found Charles's surprised face."You have an appointment with Callin this afternoon?" She put hands into her coat pockets, her eyes turned to the side.Charles tried to remember whether he had an appointment with his fiancé today."No, what's wrong, Grace?" Charles answered after five minutes of thought."Come to my mother's house, we have lunch there." Invited her excitedly. "I'm not feeling bad for you, you're good enough as a brother." Her eyebrows rose a few times after finishing the last sentence.Charles didn't mind. Their footsteps headed to class with non-stop conversation, even Charles' laughter sounded warm when Grace slightly annoyed to man who loved to tease her. Several eyes began to stare at them, there were some almost whispered conversations. Those who know the news of
When Grace brought Charles home, Mrs.Launtin was not aware of the plan. She only received a message that Grace would come home for lunch before meeting the afternoon class on campus. The smile of the young boy who had just got off the motorbike still remained unchanged from the face of a three year old. While she was still working for Madame, the baby boy became the Iranian woman's favorite son. Mrs.Launtin still remembers how the beautiful face of the Eastern woman gave her a glass of cold water or hot coffee when she worked timelessly at Mr.Emeron's luxurious house.Her chest felt tight, the boy's eyes were from Mrs. Aziza. There is a feeling of guilt that cannot be restrained when remembering events that have passed very long ago. Mrs.Aziza's small and thin body tried to provide protection when she became the object of Madame's anger, after learning of Mrs.Launtin's pregnancy."Charles." She called softly, inviting the boy in."You're Grace's college friend?"Charles nodded. "That's
Bottles of perfume lined the table, gifts Mr.Charmond brought from Italy for his wife. It's just that, the woman was not interested in a very strong smell.Grace suggested to Mr.Charmond, that the perfume be given to Mr.Had on his wedding day with Mrs.Launtin. No answer was heard, Mr.Charmond just waited for Grace to finish dressing and then get into bed.From under the light, one could see a bluish tint of light in the voluptuous hair, being neatly combed and left loose. The longer he watched, the heavier Mr.Charmond's eyelids held back. He got up from his seat, approached Grace who was enjoying relaxing time in front of the mirror."Stop!" Grace refused when she realized Mr.Charmond's gesture towards her. "I don't want you to ruin my make-up!"Grace immediately kept the distance between her body and Mrs.Charmond, their gazes met. It's just that Grace doesn't have the passion of a man who tries to reach her fingers, but always fails."I don't want to get involved with you, get out of
"You know, why can't you kill me?!" He said while pointing the gun at his forehead by pressing deeply, done repeatedly."Because you know being a human bastard isn't just enough to be killed!" The answer sounded shaky but filled with courage.There was no smile that almost resembled a grin when he heard the answer that was very painful. He tightened his grip on the little girl's arm with sharp eyes, even looking a little red."Tell me my daughter, what did Mr.Charmond say to you to make your head wash for just one hatred for me?! You want to know what happened to your husband in that room?!" He asked in a threatening tone.The little girl held her breath longer, her eyes fixed on the iron locked door, its size was enormous. Inside there is her husband, is it possible that the man can still breathe?"Calm down, Grace. Calm down, calm down." She closed eyes for a few seconds, though the joints in her legs were nearly paralyzed in place. She even held her urine because was too afraid of
_ You won't be able to write many stories, if you don't sit with the stories you write._AuthorGrace spread a smile, her head slightly raised to see a tall building with decades of sturdiness. It's not as high and big as the company that Grace visited yesterday, it's just that the company owned by Mr.Charmond has a quiet life every eye can see. Somehow the man turned on the company that was inherited by his parents, but Grace admits that Mr.Charmond has a broad mind and is very smart. He proves with many projects that are always successful. Grace is a bit curious, where did the man finish his master of business education?Italy? French? Or Portugal? Or In the city where he was born, England.Grace's smile seemed to adorn the corners of her lips, the last time footsteps entered her husband's office, when her position as CEO was unilaterally relinquished and had to get into an argument with Mr.Charmond. But Grace is sure, some workers inside still recognize her face as their former CEO.
He looked in the dark by embracing his own body, the embrace did not warm anything. Not even just giving the sensation of soothing air.Death and funeral have been completed, there is no goodbye between them as husband and wife. Their relationship has been in turmoil for a long time, and he has no intention of dealing with the woman after his lover has betrayed loyalty as a wife.His secretary told about Mrs.Launtin's wedding plans. Was it a mistake? No!Mr.Emeron knows Mr.Had quite well, the woman is going to marry a man of Swiss and English descent. But for some reason, there was a feeling of anger that seized the whole body. From the head to the river.What kind of loss would it be if he lost that woman? Questions that don't have any answers. He used to want Mrs.Launtin as a hot, wild woman who always needed him. The past made a hot story with a scandal that was finally uncovered.But nothing can match Aziza's cold attitude towards him. Iranian woman with shady eyes, face that is o
The sound of music was loud, nearly hurting Grace's ears in the corner of the room. Several times she drank wine without caring about her surroundings. The women and men were busy dancing, women in dresses dragging the floor and men in ties with seductive looks. They had fun with glasses filled with wine. The hotel room is full of humans, looks crowded in the eyes of women who only snort their happy atmosphere.Her mother's marriage ended with humans having fun, no burdened faces with piles of problems among the hundreds of invited guests. Only herself was pitiful, not a shred of happiness filling that pretty, youthful face. Her life has been dead since she was born into the world.A bottle of wine was empty, she opened the bottle which was still sealed. But stopped by a strong hand from the side. Mr.Charmond with a glare full of threats."You want to get drunk in a place like this?" He said regretting Grace's attitude that did not respect marriage.The woman just snorted, diverting M