Chapter 52
After that conversation, I completely lost consciousness and woke up in my bedroom in the Perelman mansion. I was expecting to wake up with Mrs Perelman's face or Hazel's to see but none of them is here, because now, I am alone in the room that only the TikTok of the clock can be heard around.
I sighed and there I decided to get up. But that's when I noticed a wet towel placed on my head. My breathing was also weird and it was a bit chilly which made me feel bad. That's when I realized something. Looks like I had a fever.
I sighed again.
I planned to get up first to go out but that plan of mine stopped when I saw Saint standing at the foot of the bed and just watching me there. When our eyes lock I couldn't help but hold my breath. The last thing I remember is his crying face. Now, he is back to normal, his face has no expression again. It was so cold that it didn't seem to be able to put out the blazing fire. That's how he used to be, something you can only see in Saint Archangel.
"Why are you here?" I expected him to answer but at that point, someone else answered my question.
"Why? Don't you want me here?" I turned quickly to the bedroom door when I heard Hazel's voice. She was there holding a tray with milk, and food. When I turned to Saint again he was no longer there as if the wind had blown him away. "Are you mad at me as Mom?" I turned to Hazel again with that question.
I stared at him for a while and then laughed a little before choosing to get up to meet her. "You're thinking wrong." That’s all I was able to tell her as a consolation. I have never been accustomed to advising others.
I got the tray she was carrying and I laid it on the side table. When I turned to Hazel,  she walked over to my bed and sat there so I went back to the bed and sat there too, so we could talk like she intended.
"You're fine and well, I heard you fainted in our old house. Fortunately, driver Arjo saw you, he brought you home. What happened?"
"I'm fine sis, just tired." he nodded as if believing.
"Good then."
"You look tired, so take a break first," I told her that but she smiled sadly.
"I don't think I can rest in this state and situation of our family. I miss Dad Hailey." At that point, the sadness returned. The pain and grief returned.
"I miss him too Hazel."
Our conversation turned to silence until that silence turned to laughter as we looked at each other. It doesn’t look good for us being sad.
"Damn bitch! It's not your thing to be sad."
"Same to you, Hazel."
After that conversation we talked, laughed and teased. Then back to serious talk again like a person who lost their heads.
"Listen, if I die young Hailey. Please, don't leave Mom okay?" I was stunned by what she said. "Oops! You're wrong in thinking I won't take my own life. I just said it as a prompt goodbye. I don't want to repeat what happened to Dad that so sudden." I understood what she wanted to say and that’s also what I wanted.
"Same here, Hazel, if I die someday earlier than anyone of you. Take care of yourselves." That farewell turned into laughter again until Hazel bid goodbye and went back to her room.
When I was alone I couldn't help but think of what I had heard from Saint a while ago. Now, it is all clear to me. His reasons were clear to me. It was clear to me what had happened then. But every time I think about it I always felt like crying. I never thought that after a month I would cry again because of him. However, behind that, I miss him too. I want to hold him, hug him and kiss him again. After a month, I still really love that grim reaper. I still love him dearly.
"I love you too." I was stunned when someone spoke. By just hearing his voice I knew it was Saint, I could not be wrong. How fast I looked at him a while ago is how slow I look now. It's not like a while ago that he was just standing because now, he's seating next to me. Something that didn't surprise me but made me nervous.
"Y-You can hear my thoughts again? How?" I suddenly asked. Yet, when I looked back, he was too close! God! His sinful lips are near to my ear and he almost hugged me at our position right now. I breathe deeply when Saint rested his head slightly on my shoulder while blowing a few strands of my hair.
"I don't know, it's just happening. Maybe because I already told you my secret."
"Amm, okay that makes sense though." There I swallowed. I’m actually ashamed of him. I was ashamed of the fact that I believed Lucifer more than him. I didn’t even ask and preferred to leave him and hide how I felt toward him when I found out about my mother’s death. Saint trust me and I never did that to him back. I think that's unfair, I am unfair but I lost my mother and no one will take the pain of that.
"I miss you." After he told me that he started kissing my cheek down to my neck and shoulders. Tickling, but I let him. In that way, I wanted him to know I missed him too. But I still can’t help but be saddened by the fact in a super fair world it seems to be becoming unfair. Is it really impossible to oppose the death of a person? Does one really have to sacrifice to survive? The fact that I was the reason why my mother died was something that weighed heavily on my chest.
"Don't be sad because even if that happened, your mother didn't blame you for the fact that she believed she did the right thing. That cause of what happened in your life now. But you know what, people have a choice. Of course, it is destined to happen but it is still up to you human to decide whether to follow what is destined to happen or step to the left. This is why a human can think. They have emotions that can teach them the decision they make. Because God loves human so much, he has given them the ability to decide for their life on earth more than any other creature he has created. " There I sighed. Saint is right a fair law has been laid down for us. A law that everyone obeys is the law of destiny and decision.
"I feel so drain, I want to sleep like you human." I was stunned by what he said so I turned to him again however unexpectedly our lips met. We were both surprised there so we immediately looked away "I'm sorry I was about to kiss your cheek but—" he didn't finish what he was going to say when I laughed. For the first time after Mr Perelman’s death, I laughed, a laugh that was normal and happy. "Hey! Why are you laughing?" there his voice rose.
"You're funny!" I explained. After that, I laughed again however my laughter did end when his lips touched mine. And there,  we shared a kiss as he slowly laid me down on the bed.
"Molly, do you know why I'm angry?" Molly's aunt asked. Molly couldn't answer and just cried. "Auntie is angry not because you broke the plate, but because you lied and hid it from me, Molly. I didn't raise you like that, my daughter."
Molly’s Secret story teaches its readers not to keep a secret and to be honest people. However, for me, the most moral lesson is that there is no secret that cannot be revealed. Everything will be revealed. It seems like a stinky fish hidden in the cabinet that whatever you cover will stink. That's why it's better, to be honest, and say right away so that the situation doesn't get too complicated and everyone ends up in a fight.