That was the first time that I saw my friend crying like this because he was always exuberant and ebullient—the reason being that he caught my emotions too. I wiped my tears away with my index finger and approached my friend.
I tapped his shoulder. I told him to be strong, although he seemed to be a dog without a bone. It seemed like just yesterday when he was telling me to stay strong, and I didn't expect that I would say the same thing to him.
We were not the same as the shows on television because we tried to catch Kiko's mother just in time. Unfortunately, we haven't arrived at the hospital yet, but the doctor officially declared that Kiko lost his underwear—nay, I mean his mother.
The doctor told us that we should take Mrs. McBald to the funeral home and not to the hospital because they are only taking care of breathing people and not corpses.
Quick was the ticktock of the clock. My friend lamented too much because of his mother's death. I also know the feeling of being left by a mother. It was a bit painful, like circumcision, especially if there was nobody who could serve as an anesthetist to make the wounds feel painless.
At the same time, I wanted to serve as anesthesia for my friend's wound because I owed him one when my mother died. I knew that after many days had elapsed, perhaps Kiko's deep wound would heal and only memories would be left.
I was the last person to see Mrs. McBald before she passed away. I knew she wouldn't last longer, but I still did nothing. I could have stopped that, right? Shall I blame myself for not doing the right thing?
It made me wonder if there was a curse on me because it was also me—the last person to see my mother before she died.
It was almost unbelievable, but Kiko and I both didn't know the exact reason for Mrs. McBald's death. Kiko told me that his father wasn't totally grim to his mother. The truth was the opposite of my expectations, because Mr. McBald never hurt her.
The thing that made me more curious was that Kiko told me that there was something they could not see. Something that gave them drastic trouble. Every day, something unpleasant happened to his mother. She got many bruises, though nobody was hurting her.
I know that Kiko's mother wanted to live longer because she told us that she wanted to witness our success someday. I find it impossible that she might be the one who killed herself. If I could only call Detective Conan, I wasn't sure if he could solve this case.
Eventually, those conundrums compelled me to pay a visit to my grandmother. She was a notorious exorcist, a doer of paranormal activities, and also good at solving problems like this. Honestly, I didn't expect that I would visit her again after over ten years of not seeing her.
Mrs. McBald died for an unknown reason. It was a conundrum for me because it did not happen just once but twice. My mother also died for an unknown reason.
It was my beloved mother who was preventing me from visiting my grandmother because she believed that I would just put myself in danger. I felt sorry for my mother because I needed to disobey her in order to solve these problems.
My friend was still lamenting because of his mother's death. I have also experienced those things before, and I could understand my friend's desire to be alone.
It's tragic that I will be alone in this venture. I will be going to see my grandmother, hoping that someone will go with me. It's still early, and it's not impossible that my friend will change his mind.
I know that Kiko needs to have some fun so that he won't drown in his sorrow. My sky also turned cloudy because I'm not as funny as my friend, who can make laughable jokes regardless of being in the worst situations.
I was sitting on the front porch and looking at my neighbors' houses and lawns. The riotous people in the street disappear as a joke that there's a demon living in Kiko's family quickly spreads.
Morning boredom was saying something in my ears, but not a word—it was all air. I stood up and went inside my house. My night was so bad because Messy Sippy slept here last night. I felt uncomfortable about the moaning sounds that they made.
"Son, your friend is just fine?" Edward asked.
He was looking for something in the cabinet, maybe his underwear. I was curious about what kind of neighbor and friend my father was if he didn't know what was happening around the house and to Mister McBald's family. I knew that they were also close friends when they were young.
Maybe my dad was just busy flirting with Messy Sippy all day. I didn't know if he was still going to work. I just hoped that he would be going out today so that I could also sneak out of this house and visit my grandmother.
Perhaps Edward realized that the thing should not be asked because Numb was the only one who didn't know that feeling of being left by any member of their family. He didn't say anything, and he let the silence reply to himself.
"Love!" Messy Sippy barked. "Your underwear is here!"
"Shhh. Can you please lower your voice?" I mumbled.
It wasn't funny, but I'm just curious about what kind of woman she was. Even though she was still inside their bedroom and the sun had just shone up, she was already shouting like a music box at high volume just because of some nonsense thing. She was not even ashamed of our neighbors.
Dad went out of the living room and continued walking towards their bedroom. I really wanted to see my grandmother and know if she was okay. She was already 70 years old when she lived alone in that haunted house.
I went inside the dining room to eat my breakfast. It seemed like a fish out of water, which is what I felt all night and until now. There was something whispering in my ear.
Something whispering in my ear? It was not so scary, but real. All air and not even a little voice. I had a hunch that there was someone watching me all night.
It appeared again. Was there someone who was following me? When I looked back, I saw nothing. Was there someone sitting beside me? Undoubtedly, I saw nothing, not even a little ant. Everything could be an illusion, feeling, or imagination of entities that could not be seen with ordinary human eyes.
I didn't mind them, though I was curious and a bit scared. I could not even turn off the lights inside my bedroom last night because of the thing. I also didn't want to go inside the toilet alone because I felt like there were eyes watching me.
I engulfed my bowl of oatmeal. I am lucky since we don't have class today. It isn't funny, but it is a common reason that my teacher's pants and bra were still wet, though it didn't rain yesterday.