Chapter 3

I went with Kevin in his expensive sports car. We arrived in front of the expensive restaurant having a reddish interior design, not only in inside but also in the outside. The wall was painted by color red, yet fashionable and not sorer in my eyesight.

It was quietly good and by the looks of it was screaming of popularity because they've got a lot of customers inside having a free time with their selves and with their family, or might be their boyfriend and girlfriend. 

This kind of restaurant is amazing. I still see it. But the question is whether the food here is really good. It could be delicious from the taste of the others, but not to every people. People are artistic. There are some who love sweets, there are others who do not. But people are usually fond of salty foods. 

We entered and choose a vacant table. I went with him for the reason that I would pay my debt. I have money to pay him. The money of my parents and their belongings were all left to me. I don’t have a brother so I don’t share. Mother and father have a company that I also left.

But because I'm still 19 years old, my aunt and uncle handle their mother and father's businesses. They are kind and dependable so I know they can support that well. 

"What is your order, ma'am and sir?" A waiter approached us as it was polite to speak. I think they really teach in a hardly way. 

"2 set of meal for the two of us, please." Kevin ordered.

Maybe in this way he wanted me to pay, freeing him food. But why did he do two more? I ate at home and I was full somehow. Even if I wanted to protest, I couldn't do anything because the waiter had left in front of us. 

"Why do you want me to pay here? I csan pay you at home." I moaned here and a little curiosity entered my mind.

That's why I still trying to asked and find out what could be his main reason. "Sorry, but I was just kidding earlier. Actually, I brought you here to have some lunch with me. I want to have some conversation from you personally." 

I was stunned to hear what he had to say. Did I heard it, right? What are we going to talk about? Did he really just bring me here so we could talk in depth? Why still here if we can talk it in my uncle's house? It's more private there. I can't understand him. We just met yesterday in the mall and we meet in the second time in front of his house then ..... he's so clingy to me.

Is he up for something? I better find out. No matter how fragrant a person looks, they still have a bad smell. I shouldn’t immediately trust people I’ve just met. They might be a good friend from the start, but soon ...... their true colors will show. Not right now but someday that opportunity will come as well. I sighed.

"Well, then. It's settled. What are we going to talk about right now? Is it about my life then or why I came here?" My voice sounds was sarcastic. I really mean it. It doesn't make sense for us to talk about it today when it comes to my life.

"Look. I'm here to talk to you calmly. Yes. It's maybe about your life but you don't have to get mad. There's just something I want to know." he said having a pleasant voice, he wanted to calm me down.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, Mr. Kevin Green. But who are you to interfere my life. Are you investigating something? Are you a police officer or a detective finding clues from any case you handle?"

"No. I'm not ---"

"Then. Why do you need more here? Why do you have to drag me up here?" I was so full of anger myself that it got to the point that I could no longer understand everything. I’m already confused too much.

"As what I've said, I want to talk to you calmly. Can you please stay calm? People are already looking at us here. They might even think badly of us." I looked around and he was right. I slowly calmed down and looked at him seriously.

"I'm sorry. I just really don't want to talk about my life. Because you know, it's still fresh in my memory. It's still hurts." Lighten the mixture of myself and be him.

He also panicked earlier that I might get too angry and cause a scandal here. I don't want that to happen either. I'm a new person here but I've already done things that aren't pleasant. I have to control my emotions. I may not have lasted here yet. Maybe this isn’t the only chance I have to have arguments with someone. And it might get worse when I put anger first in myself.

"Are you okay, now? Can we start now?" he said calmly.

I just smiled and then nodded softly. Whatever he asks, I just have to forget everything. Past is past and it will never bring back again, it will never live again.

"When your parents died, do you know why they died?"

Just starting his question seemed like I wanted to run and stop it all. But no matter what I do, I can’t escape it if I can’t face it either. Because of the days that have passed I think I have finally completely buried it in oblivion.

But I was wrong. Every time I remember everything the pain still comes back which cannot be cured by any cure from the clinic. Even though I still ran and ran and reached a few miles I knew I still had no escape from those who passed by. It will still flash in my memory. I can't afford to forget.

"No. I wasn't there at the time they needed me. I just caught up with them at home with their bodies full of blood." I answered seriously.

That is a flawless lie. That time, I went to bar with my friends. It's already night at exactly 10 PM. We both waste our time as if tomorrow is the end of our lives. We drink, mingle and flirt the boys, and dance in the middle of the dance floor. When it's already 11:30 PM, I decided to go home.

I was only able to escape the house without making such noise and without letting go, of course. I know that if I let them know, they won't let me either. So it's better to be silent. I came home drunk at those times. But when I entered the house, my body can't move. My heart pound faster, my eyes turns wider, but my body shiver from pain and fear. I saw it in my two eyes. My parents were both lying in the cold gigantic floor of our house, they were dead already.

"What did you see on their bodies when they were already dead? Are there any bullets or scratches?" At his second question my right eyebrow rose.

How did he know? Does he know anything about it?

"When I saw them, they were having a deep wounds made by scratches. Like they were hunted by an animals." With that answer, my eye saw how he reacted.

He seemed surprised at what he found out. No matter who it is, they will react like that. But why is he asking this if he is not an officer in this area? He also doesn't look like a detective looking for answers to the questions in his mind as to why that crime happened.

He is still looks like a man which is still in his studies. He is not an old man to reach that kind of level in life. It seems hard to believe that he is a detective in this youth and form. His looks same to me. I think we're just in the same age or might be he's older than me, but only a year.

In fact, he is just a man who still needs to study hard to reach the dream that he has long dreamed of. But when he's going to talk like this way, he seems to be already a professional man and already got his license of what he wanted to be.

"O-okay," he said grimly.

"It's OK?!"

"What do you think I have to say? Should I say thank you, then?" he pointed out sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. "Then why did you ask me that?"

"Nothing. I just want to know. Do you have an objection?" he commented proudly.

He is not only handsome, but also full of confidence to give him such an arrogance. He's quietly impressive, huh. Annoying! "Here is your order, ma'am and sir. Enjoy your meal." The waiter gently placed our order and waved away.

I even wanted to ask Kevin in case the food in front of me seemed to hypnotize me. There was steamed meat and some other dishes that I don't know what the name is. I also felt a bit hungry. Because it was when I gave the answers to Kevin. I don’t know if that really makes you hungry, but I think that is the reason. I took the landed spoon and fork and tasted the meat with broth.

"It's a chicken broth."

"How did you know?" His forehead puckered cause of confusion.

I don't know, too. But I only knew that immediately when I tasted the soup and its meat. "Because..... because I've tasted something like this a few times. I used to soup this kind of soup before it was made by my mom. Yes. That's it." I lied.

I'm not really fond of fried chicken but why do I know it's chicken. And I seem to like this meat, too. Am I sick? Because of the past days my senses seem to be getting stronger. My hearings, eyesight, smelling and even tasting.

I don't know where all this will go. But I know it isn't good. Is this another threat to myself that I'm sick? Maybe I need to consult a doctor soon. Because of what happened to me. I also sleep a long time at night, and sometimes I seem to be thirsty. I can not understand myself.

I was afraid that I might get seriously ill because I was so confused the other day. Tomorrow I have to get checked. There is a hospital nearby that I can easily walk to. If I have to ride, I'll do it tomorrow. I don't want what happened to me yesterday to happen again. I am also afraid that not only this disease will kill me but also other people here who seem to have a hidden hatred for me.

Kevin and I just finished our meal then we decided to leave. We stopped in front of the market first which is I suggested. Uncle has a refrigerator, just in case he is as old as him. Uncle's ref is already out of stocks, therefore, I have to filled it out. I just bought a few kilos of fresh pork, seasonings, vegetables, fruits, and then a few necessities in the kitchen.

Although, I'm not good in cooking, I still have a taste in choosing some ingredients. "Did you have some fun?" he asked me when we got home.

"Which part is it? Talking to you? Don't make me laugh." I just shook my head at what he said while smiling.

There's sometimes he's a joker, but also there's a time that he is really serious. I like his behavior. He is so cool. But I don't know him perfectly. I still have to be careful.

"Nope. But to be with me." I stopped at what he said and stumbled for a moment.

How could he say those words without hesitation? If I was talking to another man, I would definitely hesitate to say that. As time goes on, it also seems like there is something in my mind that drives me to know who he is and what his persona is. That it seemed like this person had a weird personality that I would like or could be dangerous and I had to avoid.

"Let's just say ..... yes. Of course, I did. Thank you." I smile.

"You're welcome as always. I'm leaving. I still have to go somewhere." he said goodbye.

"Bye. Take care." I smiled once again while he get inside in his car. I looked at him first as he moved farther and farther away from where I was standing.

I entered the house and even before I could reach the kitchen to put my purchase on the table, I felt a little dizzy. I felt drained like I was going to collapsed. I quickly grab the chair under the table and sit. I closed my eyes for a moment and let myself breathe and rest for a moment.

I think I've been cleaning too much before, so I'm like this. When I felt okay, I put the things I bought in the refrigerator and then drank water to calm down. I slowly entered my room but even before I could reach it, my eyes rotated again until I completely gave up and lost consciousness.

But when I wake up, I'm already in my bed. There's a white towel in my forehead. I don't know who did to put this, but there's someone in my mind, my uncle. I immediately stood up and went to kitchen.

"Uncle?" I called him but there's no one answered.

Where is he? I did to search him in our house but I didn't find him. Is he still not here? If he wasn’t even here, who put me to my bed and who watched over me while no one else was here with us? Who put a towel on my forehead while I had a fever?

I tried to think who could do it but there was only one person left to do that, the man in my dreams who is also the man in my camera. The man also watched over me this morning while I slept soundly. If it's him, why did he do these kind of actions for me? Is he my guardian angel?

I hope so. I went back to my room and looked in the mirror to fix myself. But I saw my eyes again, it turns into sky blue color. It took a few seconds before it went back to being black. I want to force myself that I'm just imagining, but I saw it in my two eyes. My two eyes could clearly see how it would change and return to normal.

But in the end it still prevailed in my mind that I was just fictionalizing everything. That won't happen and what I saw is just an hallucination. If I let myself be dragged by what happened, I would just be mad at the thought deeply why that happened. Tomorrow morning I will see the doctor to see what disease I have.

I want to live normally so while it is still early, I need to get ahead of this disease. To make it lessen and not to become worse. It was five o'clock in the afternoon before uncle arrived. He seemed tired. I make him sit on the couch and I get a glass of water for him.

"Here. Have a drink first." I gave him the water and he drank it without hesitation.

I can't imagine how uncle could handle this alone. He is already 40's. That kind of age should have a happy family. A wife who will take good care of him and children who will give him unparalleled happiness. That's why sometimes I'm so curious why uncle didn't marry a woman. Instead, he let himself fall upon of being alone in this small house.

"You really wasted money just to beautify this house. You're really young. Please don't be in a hurry to spend your money. Money is easy to waste. You don't know that tomorrow you'll just spend it. So you better thrift your money. " Instead of receiving praise from him, I did not expect to get another sermon.

Is he really not into a design? This house is not even viable. If I let this house of being a gloomy, it will emphasize that the person living in this house is a monster or evil. I don't want to be called a witch either.

"I just want to make you happy." I pretend to throw up while next to him.

"You're still grumpy when you're young. Oh hey. That's good. Just don't spend anything. Think carefully about what to buy." he ordered and I smiled as well.

He is not as old as he looks but for me he is an old man who needs care. He is just alone here, after all. He wouldn’t blame me if I acted here as a thoughtful child. I will make him felt of having a child in his life. Even if it's just me, I'll do it. I can just see him happy. But I hope, too, that he will be able to see me as his child wanted to have a better father.

A father won't left her daughter experience miseries. A father won't tell lies from her daughter. Because from my parents before, I think they have a big secret that they hid from me that I wish I can figure it out. Because up until now, I don't know about it. And I don't know if I am able to discover it.