Chapter 8

"Who were they?" 

A voice from behind me asked. It was Natan. Only now, I realised. I had a great time talking to that man. 

It felt like I talked to my father once again, even just for a split moment of tonight. Though, I'm thankful I was able to converse with him or her daughter sanely.

Remember, I got bad control over alcohol? I drank one shot earlier when I tried to taste how Natan's whiskey taste like. So, my vision is a bit blurry but I think I can still manage. 

I'm not dizzy or whatever yet. I hope, I won't.

"A kid got lost. I talked to her father. They were nice," I answered. 

I remembered how nice and warm interacting with that man is. It's like I'm talking to an older version of my father if ever he was able to live up to today. Well, that's because my dad was only forty-four when he left me without any notice.

Well, common sense, how will he send me a notice if he wasn't even informed that he was dying,