Bab 1: Mother
Hallucinations occur inside me everytime, random woman I've always thought it was mother.
Her soft whispers still lingers. Her touch and her warmth never fades, like it was real. Her humming sounds giving me shivers, I want to embrace her.
I wanted to see her. Yet, it seems like fate wasn't cooperative at all.
I just turned 18 yesterday, I wonder what will happen.
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I was once again wasting my time staring at the vague light glimmering through my jalousie window.
Crystal-like gems reflect inside the dark room, creating gasps of multiple silhouettes spreading across the room. The long silence is finally over, they say.
Yet, all I hear is none other than the untouched clock ticking non-stop. The warm gaze of the light is slowly exposing my face as I catch a glimpse of the rising sun. A sigh escaped from my mouth.
The Redundancy of life, right?
Another mundane morning has been sent to me. Thankfully, waking up with a sight sure is pleasant. A creak bargains at the door, causing me to flinch. Glancing to my left, I see my mother.
"Awake now, aren't you? How was the sleep?" she asked, craving my response.
"Not like before, Ma. It's all thanks to you." I meant it in order to see a hint of happiness on her face.
She chuckles her way to me on my bed, getting to see her face up close. This woman's exhausted face is still taking care of her daughter; I feel worried. Her hazel eyes stare directly through my soul, cutting deeper with longing for something that's been lost. Her tired eyes lie in a black crescent underneath, leaving her pale face to stand out in the dark. Her wrinkled forehead bathes in sweat, yet a brief smile remains on her face.
She used to be a beauty that every man looked up to. And now, that certain man has left her empty-handed. Alone with the consequences of their own doings, which is who I am. The daughter of a slut woman who slept continuously with strangers just "for fun" and "It's a job", they say.
She lends a hand to mine, feeling the hard and calloused palm of hers. She had no one else to put her trust in, not even her own daughter. But I still want to give her everything. The quiet and peaceful life we've always wanted.
"I should get ready." I stood up, avoiding her hopeless gaze.
"Then, I'll wait for you. Reiteria." I noticed a dull tone coming from her voice.
I was doubting if I should probably face my mother, but before I turned around, she had already left. Leaving me alone in my room, filled with sick thoughts.
What was I thinking?
That woman is already dead.
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