All night there was no sense of rest behind the thick blanket, a small body sitting on the floor with her back against the bed. Her eyes drifted to the bedroom door until it opened.Twenty minutes to five in the morning, the hard black door opened, until Mr.Charmond's nose was perfectly visible. Grace woke up, approached a grown man with a tired look but still carried a sweet smile at the corners of his lips."I'm sorry, Grace." The smile was heavy, showing that he felt guilty but not sad.The genie who possessed Grace carried Mr.Charmond's body against the wall until it hit the corner of the table. Anger with bloodshot eyes made the man who had just been cornered try to calm the situation down, but it seemed to no avail."Why are you meddling with my life!" She shouted angrily."Because I give you what you want." He answered innocently.Charmond's collar seemed to entangle his neck, even his body was slightly pushed towards Grace."You husband is useless to me! I am do not recognize
"I know what you want, but you don't have to be crazy, Grace."The man spends his time scribbling on a small book which he often takes with him wherever goes, occasionally his eyes go to the woman's body lying in a hospital bed.The clock shows half past twelve, but Grace only wakes up after getting help from the doctor and then goes back to sleep. She had questioned Mrs.Launtin, but they were not in the same hospital.Mr.Charmond takes Grace to a private doctor, doctor Lue. Sick, Grace still railed against him with a cynical look. She hopes to be side by side with her mother who is lying ill, but Mr.Charmond just doesn't allow it.The scribbles kept changing on the blank sheet of paper, only the direction of his eyes narrowed at Grace's body which had the wrong ambition.It was only today that Mr.Charmond's soul was squeezed by his own thoughts after finding the small knife that Grace always carried with her every day. What for?Of course to meet the opportunity with her grudge again
Grace opened her eyes with throbbing head, who knows how long she had been asleep with an IV drip dripping blood a little. Unconscious hand movements made the tube stretch until the thick red liquid entered the IV tube.Doctor Lue came in briefly just to make sure Grace's health, not long after she left to pay a visit to a patient in another room. Before the bedroom door was closed, doctor Lue said that Mr.Charmond was out and would be back in the next hour.Grace nodded, she didn't mind being in the room alone, it was much better to fix her hot head if she found Mr.Charmond's face with her.Ah. It's that old man again.Her eyes were directed outside the window, there was nothing interesting besides a collection of clouds drifting leaving the bright blue sky. Evening draws near in the eye."How is my mother?" She muttered, grabbing the cell phone on the table.The cellphone battery was fully charged, a sign that Mr.Charmond had noticed that Grace's cellphone was brought to the hospita
_ 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