3

My motor went through smoke when I turned the brakes. After a two -hour drive, I arrived at my destination, the cemetery where my mother and my sister are buried.

There are a lot of trees in this area so I can save my skin from the scorching sun. Add to that, the silence that brought pleasure to my feeling.

I turned off the engine. I removed my helmet and placed it in front of me. I sat for a while and inhaled the nice breeze.

When I was satisfied with what I was doing, I immediately stood up. Treading my foot on the grass is what I look around. As I expected, no one but me. It's very quiet. You can only hear the noise of dry leaves flying on the floor.

I picked up the shades that hung on my shirt. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon so the sunlight was still in the sky trying to escape from the towering trees. I put the shades on my eyes and started walking.

Even before I could get close to my mother's grave, astonishment flashed across my face. When I got closer I immediately raised one knee to the ground. I picked up the boquet of roses next to a candle. I looked next to my mama's grave and like this, it also has flowers.

I immediately looked around me. The candle is only half full and it looks like the person who lit it has not gone far.

But it was surprising because no one was there when I came here.

I rummaged in my pocket. I picked up my cellphone and immediately called Cyirl.

"Bitch! I said five o'clock! It's not obvious that you miss me, is it?" he said.

"Shut up!"

I breathed heavily. I looked again at the roses I was holding. "Can you ask Nicko if he visited the grave of mama?" I said without taking my eyes off the roses.

He shouted again. "Stupid! Nicko is in Batanes! How is he going to get here?" his answer makes my forehead frowned.

Who will put it here?

Couldn't Dad? I immediately asked in my mind.

But impossible.

If only Dad had been here in this place, Uncle should have seen him a long time ago. We should have been with him for a long time.

I looked again at the rose I was holding. Surprisingly, because of the many kind of flowers, the one that Mama and Ate put on was actually their favorite, rose.

“You know, I’ll will report you to mom later when I pray,” she said bringing me back to reality. "You're hallucinating," he added before turning off the call.

I just gasped.

Maybe if I had told him right away what I saw today he might have been in a hurry to come here. But I don't want to, I know my brother is busy. Even if he doesn’t say it I know he does a lot. Since dad disappeared, mom and ate died, I know he has focused his full attention on work. So even though my brother's behavior changed, I just understood. He is the youngest. He is my mom's favorite, after all. So I knew he was the most hurt of us all.

I put the cellphone back in my pocket. I looked at the flower again. I was reminded again of the happy memories Mama and I had. Tears are already forming in my eyes. I grabbed mama’s tombstone and followed the engravings on it.

Ma. Keziah Peralta.

Very good name that the Perezs just broke. I bit my lips when I remembered Mama's prone body. They have no mercy. They are not satisfied with a gun. They rained down on Mama from her chest to her head.

I looked up when a tear fell into my eye. I pulled out the necklace that was always hidden in my wallet. I took care of it because it was the first gift Mom gave me.

"Coming soon, ma," I said while still looking up. "I'm about to get revenge on you and ate."

I stood up and looked again at their tombstone. When I was satisfied I immediately turned away.

I was getting back on my motor when I heard a loud gunshot. I don't know where it came from but I can feel the pain in my arm. I looked at that and there I saw the tear of my shirt and the flow of some blood.

I immediately bavk my senses. I quickly grabbed the gun from behind me. I looked around and when I saw a shadow of a person in a nearby tree I immediately fired it. He immediately ran and got on his motorbike.

I hurried to the place where my black motorbike was parked. I quickly started the engine and started it right away.

I was in front of the cars. I followed it as best I could. It kept turning in cars until I couldn't see it at all.

Gosh!

I couldn't catch up with him as my head heated up. Instead of going straight to the corporation I went to the clinic held by Uncle. I cleaned the wound and left immediately.

I looked at my watch. I was just right at the time of our meeting. As I entered the building, Cyril's familiar back immediately appeared on me.

"Gosh! Really? I've never been to such a place before!" it yields in the nomenclature. He held the cellphone and pressed it to his ear.

"Send it to my email! So I can see!" he added.

I tapped his shoulder which surprised him. He quickly turned off the call and hesitantly looked me in the eye.

"When have you been talking to others?" I asked before sitting down. "You know that's forbidden, Cyril. When did you learn to break corporate law?" I question again.

"I-it's nothing!" he said, obviously lying. "I-It was just my classmate in elementary," he added and looked at my arm. "What happened there?" he asked with a frown.

I did not answer it.

I headed over to my unit as he went to headquarters to pick up the ones I picked earlier. When I climbed into the unit I immediately took care of it.

A few more minutes counted before I heard a knock from the door. When I opened it, I saw Cyril, carrying a black suitcase. He immediately glared at me. He sat on the bed and I pushed him.

He pulled out of his pocket the oversized black pouch. He laid it on the bed and opened it. In frint of me is a laptop, a cellphone and two earpieces.

"Bitch, you can use that when you're there," he said as I nodded. "Only the two of us can talk using that earpiece. The earpiece is already connected so you have to be careful."

I only answered with a nod.

"The car you're going to use is already downstairs. It's also connected to my laptop so I can make sure you can get there safely," he said as he handed me a key.

He held my hand tightly. "Bitch, be careful. Just act like an innocent, ok?"

I couldn’t help but smile. My brother still hasn't really changed completely. His heart is still very soft. Any covering up of mischief in his persona still can’t hide the memorable Cyril I know.

I carried the suitcase and the black bag. I got off and he drove me to the parking lot of this building.

"Bitch, promise you'll be back," she said as she opened her hand for a hug.

"I'll be back, all you have to do is guide me." I patted his back. "Be careful, Cy."

He bit his lips. I can already feel the trembling of his shoulder. "Bitch, I can handle myself. You take care because I can't handle it when you're gone."