Today, I had to go back to Papa's house. It's not what I want, but for the sake of the family. At least, that's what Papa said when he called me last night at twelve, while I was asleep. .he did not mention in detail, what family interests he meant. He just asked me to come. Even when I said no, he forced me. Finally, I gave in. No longer argue with the old man.
After coming home from work, I immediately drove the car to my parents' house, which I didn't really want to go to. Because, apart from being sick of Papa, also because in that house, there are many sad memories. And because of my Papa's request, I can't work overtime today. however, my work still remains. I have to finish it when I get home later if I have time, or the next day.
The house is in an elite housing area, because Papa really likes living in such an environment. It is about two hours drive by car from the office where I work. And it will take a very long time to arrive if traffic jams get in the way.
When my car arrived in front of the house, a man rushed to open the gate. A familiar man, whom I've known since I wasn't in elementary school yet.
Mr. Kirman, one of the house assistants, he was even standing in front of my car door before I got off. We hug. He tapped my shoulder.
"Are you healthy? You don't come home very often now, do you?"
He smiled. His face, still looks the same as before, when I was a teenager. Always friendly and enthusiastic.
"It's okay, sir. I work,"
I immediately entered the house and was greeted by another female assistant.
I sat waiting in the living room, looking around the room for a moment, but two minutes later, Papa's second wife, who was my stepmother, appeared. .he just stared blankly and asked me to meet dad in the room. In my heart, I asked, it's really hard for Papa to be seen in the room. Because we usually chat in the living room or backyard, whenever he asks me to come over to the house.
However, without saying much, I followed my stepmother's steps towards where Papa's room was. The woman opened the door. The sight in the room left me stunned for a moment, before stepping over the threshold. .not because of the good interior, but because I saw a figure lying with a pale face, on the bed.
Papa. I slowly stepped closer to him. His two eyes, continue to stare at me, since the bedroom door opened. The man's lips looked whiter.
His hand moved to pat the side of the bed, signaling for me to sit there. I complied, sitting next to him, but haven't said a word.
Because actually, right now I'm confused. Or also, surprised. .because I didn't know that the man was in such a bad condition.
As long as I was out of the house, I didn't think much of Papa, much less worry about him. Because ingrained in my heart is hatred towards him after he remarried to another woman. .I don't want to know what's up.
But now, it felt like something was hitting my chest and it was a little tight, looking at the scene before my eyes right now.
He's lying sick and I don't know.
"Nathan,"
Call him. The voice sounded different, not as low as usual when he called me to this house, so we both spoke. And at that time, our conversations were always like people were about to argue.
We didn't really get to know each other anymore when I left the house.
I stared at his pale face, still with my mouth shut. Since I don't know myself yet, what should I say.
"Papa knows, you hate me. But, please listen, this is a message from me. " Suddenly a feeling of anxiety welled up in this chest cavity. What will happen?
With just that sentence just now, my head immediately went to bad thoughts. My heart immediately sank, ambushed by a sudden sense of worry.
Now the man took one of my hands, trying to grasp them with his cold, weak fingers.
His eyes never left me.
Makes my tongue feel stiffer, my mouth seems to be locked, I can't make a sound. What kind of feeling is this?
"Natan, you will inherit most of Papa's property. Also your mother and step-sister, Papa entrust them, please take care of them..Papa can't ask anyone else for help with this, apart from you."
I don't know what to answer. Yes or no, which is impossible for me to say as an answer. It hurts too much if I refuse his request, if today he will be gone forever. There was silence for a while.
While beside me, my stepmother was already sobbing. He couldn't hold back his tears anymore.
While I'm getting stiff
"I'm sorry Papa's attitude all this time, son. Papa loves you, really,"
A smile rose from his lips. But at that time, my tears just fell.
Staring at Papa who was starting to fall silent, his eyes turned away from me, fixed on the ceiling of the room. You can see his head moving slightly upwards. I know...what will happen.
I held her hand tightly, next to my stepmother who was crying harder and harder.
Moments later, Papa was completely silent, entirely. His voice, his breath, and the beating of his heart, had disappeared. His body stiffened when I gently shook him, and his temperature started to cool.
She has gone.
I really no longer have biological parents.
That day, I witnessed my father's departure and escorted him to his final resting place, along with several other family members and relatives.
Also, with this guilt that grips me.
ten o'clock
One week passed
I came home from the nightclub early, because tomorrow is not a holiday.
Lately, I've been drinking and wandering more often than usual, after coming home from work. The reason, because I'm not feeling well the last few days. There is a damn feeling that suddenly stirs this inside. Sadness.
However, right now I have to stay focused on driving until the car arrives at the apartment. My eyes are also starting to feel heavy, not to mention the effects of the alcohol although I still have a pretty good sense of it.
Suddenly, as the car turned past the intersection, from my left-whether this was a trick of the light or not-a red shadow flashed ahead and disappeared quickly. I lost focus because I looked at the strange thing.
"Argh!"
My car squeaked because I hit the brakes suddenly, until he stopped. It's nothing, because I almost hit someone up front.
My body was restrained by the seat belt. A few seconds later, I immediately stepped out of the car. Checking people just now.
He fell because of me.
"Sorry, Ma'am, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to,"
Unfortunately, his knee was blistered and bleeding. He looked up at me.
"Yeah, I know you didn't mean to, it's okay, I'm sorry,"
He said, grinning. But I remember seeing his face a while ago. .the woman, whom I also accidentally bumped into in the apartment lobby causing her luggage to fall.
"Permit to take you to the hospital, yes, for treatment,"
I said. She didn't answer, but she didn't refuse either when I helped her up and supported her, then got her into the car, to go to the nearest hospital..