Such was the close proximity between their faces that both of them could feel the other's breath on to their own face.
"I will hasten it as much as I am able to honey. No distance could keep me from loving you" she said with a faint smile. She kissed her on the cheeks by coming even close to her which led to one of Cindy's tears find its new abode on Martha's cheeks.
She felt the tear on to her own cheeks which she wiped off with her hand and felt its moisture on its palm. All this while, Cindy was observing Martha.
Martha finally said, "So much of love?" to which Cindy responded, "Can't get you enough my dear".
"Oops I opened the window. Pardon!" joked Martha with a little amount of giggle. Cindy too remembered the incident that had happened in the morning and said,
"Guess I shouldn't have objected you on every act of yours. Pardon me please!" Come on mommy. Not a big deal.
Just make sure you fulfill my every wish from now onwards" Martha again joked in pursuit of lightening her mother's mood. She let out a weak smile and said,
"Aye aye captain!" Saying so, she detached herself from Martha since being with her anymore would result in shedding tears and feeling of guilt for Cindy.
She said to Martha before going,
"I promise I will make it soon."
She turned to go to the main entrance and Martha prayed for their well-being with a heavy heart.
The car was parked a ten or so meters away from where the house was situated.
Having spent a fair amount of time in the dark, Martha's eyes were now adjusted to the atmosphere around her and she was very much able to figure out the particulars of this house.
There were multiple doors present right on the front of this mansion.
This could bewilder anyone who had been visiting this house for the first ever time.
She looked for her parents to see if they knew the correct mode of entrance to the house.
There were basically 7 big doors out of which, Cindy and Benjamin opted to head towards the 3rd gate from the left to right. Martha observed as they reached out to that door and knocked on to its wooden surface. After a couple seconds, the door opened and they were let in.
She couldn't look for who opened the door because partly it was pitch black and she could hardly figure out each of the details around her and partly because the car was parked nearby the 6th gate from left to right so the scene was at a distant place from where she was seated.
The house was undoubtedly vast if seen from the front.
"I doubt if it exists in a triangular shape and one would later on find out that the house keeps on decreasing in size as he/she moves from the side of the house all the way to the far end" Martha wanted to lighten even her mood as well.
She kept observing the house as the particulars of the house though there wasn't much light available in that area.
The design of the house was very old, "Something you'd only witness in vintage movies" said Martha "with a horror genre" she further added. The house hasn't been refurbished for the last Eighty years it seems.
"Let's round it off to 100 years" she said since she was all alone by herself in the car and she could voice her random thoughts now.
The cracks in the walls of the house were evidence of Martha's opinions about it.
Though pitch dark, one could easily spot them if he/she looks closely at them.
"It suggests that the people living here have no connections with the outside world, or rather they are on the inner core of the world and we are living on the exterior of it" Martha engaged herself in some futile philosophy.
The paint too has been worn off from the walls. "It is obvious. How can you expect the house to be whitewashed when there are cracks visible on the walls?" she reasoned.
The intimidation was not just limited to how the walls appeared but even to the extent of the smell that surrounded that area.
Martha had rolled up the window of the car and had left it slightly open to let the fresh air pass into the car.
She had also ensured the rest of the windows are rolled up fully to prevent any harm from the outside.
Her hand too remained vigilant on the window crank of the door to the side of which Martha sat.
She had sought to immediately roll up the slightly-open window in case any signs of danger begin to show up.
However, much to the fulfillment of the purpose of opening the window, fresh air was the least she could expect from the aroma odor prevalent outside of the car.
"Most probably it is coming from the walls of this house.
You cannot expect a house to smell very pleasant when the paint worn off a long while ago. It's too pungent to be inhaled" she remarked.
She had to reluctantly roll up the window completely since the foul smell kept on weighing more and more in the air and it would be inhuman for a human being to inhale so pungent a smell.
Now the slightest amount of air that was tolerable was not allowed to enter the car as it was accompanied by the pungent smell that originated from the walls of the house.
"How can they themselves even manage to breathe in such a filthy atmosphere? Well, a person is nose blind to his own house's smell or fragrant and cannot take note of the smell of the settings he is familiar with.
What was it called? Oh yes, Olfactory adaptation!"
Martha tried to distract herself from that pungent smell by talking about facts about smell.
But the walls had little role to play in spreading this smell. "Walls are not capable of spreading so much foul smell.