It's been three months since my father left for his 'business trip'… but since then I've never heard anything from him anymore… not even from my mother.
Wrong, everything is wrong since from the beginning. Why didn't I notice it earlier? Mother became more and more unruly she resigned from her work and started drinking like hell. The once harmonious and warm home became distant and cold in feeling.
Where's my brother? I don't know… I've lost my connection with him last month, I tried visiting him in his university, but I didn't know a thing, his friends, teachers. No… nothing at all, he didn't even mention anything to me.
I feel lonely, so lonely. I have no one, not even a friend that I could talk to… because I only depended on my family so I didn't bother making any friends. I got up from my seat and went towards my mother in the living room. Seeing her lounging on the sofa with a remote on her hand… she keeps on changing channels and will occasionally chug on the bottle of beer.
Sigh. Drinking again? I grabbed a stool and placed it just beside the armrest of the sofa and sat, contemplating whether to ask or not. Taking a deep breath I decided to ask. "Mama?"
"Hm?" Is her only response
"When will Papa come back? It's been 4 months didn't he say just a f—
"SHUT UP!" I was cut off by her sudden burst, stunned, I just looked at her with disbelief in my eyes… that was the very first time she shouted at me
"Don't ask me anything about your father again" Was her only remark before she got up and went towards her room. I stared at her with watery eyes, why… how did it become like this…?