💞Chapter Seven💞

After visiting my mansion and seen how Titus confidently took over it and worst, my own company—telling my father that he should temporary administered my wealth, there were no room of fury inside me.

I also found out that I couldn’t touched things not only if Ella was around—when I went back to her apartment last day, I realized that she was indeed someone that could help me back to life!

I was looking at my deteriorating body. Although, I knew they tried their best to sustain my medical needs. But everything now was at stake—I only had nine days left. Ella just declined to cooperate and the first time that I had to..agree to someone!

She was deeply hurt. Those experiences she had was not easy to survive alone yet she really did by herself. Now, I blamed her not of feeling hatred against her own father—neglecting her when she needed her the most.

I must understood her.

I saw my father arrived but did not get inside the room—besides medical staffs nobody should enter here. I felt his sadness seeing me like this—but I felt more that now. I knew he had given his all to me but I kept on messing up—I had becoming more mature that’s why he kept on comparing me to Titus.

Nine days left.

After that? Should I accept my fate? I couldn’t persuade Ella to help me nor help her! The more I told her that, the more I tore her wound deeper and deeper. She was really in pained for many years and I didn’t know how to medicate her emotional wounds. She was severely cut but she was this not-so-ordinary woman who gave up easily.

She was so tough!

Actually, I admired her fortitude in life.

I looked back to my father who was now talking to my doctor from the outside. I stood up and walked outside to see him closer—dad bowed his head and trying to hold back his emotions.

The doctor just told him how deteriorating the situation was for me.

“I’m sorry, dad. For not being a good son to you..” I tapped his shoulder. He was really sad as he lastly glanced and touched the glass wall to bid his goodbye to me. I walked together with his side but as I stepped farther, I was walking in a grass now. I was at the outside of someone’s lawn. I didn’t know this place, exactly.

A car stopped by along the road. Ella? Where was she going at this time?

Doesn’t she have her duty today at the hospital?

I was actually waiting for her to check my vitals but she did not came. As she went out the car, her eyes couldn’t looked away from this white two-storey house. Oh?

Did she just change her mind! She walked straight to the house and knocked at the door. I was standing now behind her and I felt—well, I did not anticipate this. This was her father’s house!

***

It all started to my father—then, I began to hate God’s first creation. I lost trust and faith so I couldn’t do love. It was hard for me for create bond with my opposite s*x even at work. I always kept myself in distant.

Even with doctor Bryx kept on trying to step forward—I only communicate professionally no more no less.

Maybe it was..time to heal slowly. My father might had created this wound that I endure for many years but I knew to myself—I made the cut deeper and deeper. He was coughing badly and reached my hand—trying to stood up. He was both in happiness and remorse.

Then, he started crying. Begging for forgiveness and thanking me at the same time for coming here—actually, I couldn’t measure how I felt for him. It was not easy—my life was not easy as it seemed..

“I lived alone in full of anger—for how many years, I lost count.” I started. His wife was still in his side and I noticed they bore no child on their own. His wife smiled with full of contemplation. I remembered my mom—how she lost that kind of smile when he left us. When my mother decided to shut her world and lived in sadness.

Do I want that to myself either? Hah! This was the first really that I was asking myself. And no, I would not took that path of mother where she chose to grieve—forgotten that she had a daughter. That still had me.

He couldn’t talk properly and only her could understood his words.

“Ella, your father wishes to see your mother’s grave and asked forgiveness together with you..” I did not expect that—and it was such a long time that I missed to visit mom. Her grave for me was a symbol of her defeat—how she gave up. It always pained me seeing her six feet under.

I looked down and was thinking of some words.

“I’ll go with him.” There. I was yet fully giving him the assurance of being forgiven but it would start in visiting my mother’s grave together. I had noticed how kind and understanding his wife was—to me and to him.

Maybe that was why he loved him so much.

***

We went to the cemetery together. It was almost sundown since I was invited to eat lunch by his wife—and feeling much comfortable to talk to her, I couldn’t help not to accept that she was fun to talk with. She asked me many things but mostly about me and my job.

Monika pushed my father’s wheelchair and finally stopped at my mother’s grave. I immediately offered my flowers and silent prayers to her. I thought I felt so heavy seeing her.. But no..

I felt calmer. Like I’d never been before.

As the three of us silently offered our prayers to my mother, suddenly, I noticed how my father held tightly his wife’s hand. Monika’s tears ran down—w-what’s happening?

“D-Dad, what’s the matter? Monika?” My father’s body weakened as he dropped his hands in the air—leaving Monika’s hand.

H-He chose to set his life free..in mom’s grave—with me.