As I waiting for the time to go home I checked my phone. There a lot of miscall. Straightly I knew something was wrong. Someone try to get me and only now I checked my phone. It was my cousin trying to call me. She tells me that my uncle had passed away. I stay with them before I move to this house and accept the new job.
I feel so much pain inside. He had been sick for the past few months. The last moments I had with him when he wake up from the coma and I talk to him. I feel so bad for not spend more time with him. My uncle is everything I had. He so open with me and just let me do what I want. Now he gone I feel pain in my heart.
Tears started to fall down uncontrolled. I need to be there. I need to see him one last time. I need to embrace him one last time. The kiss that he always give me on my forehead every time I went out. I will not get it anymore. I lost someone that very close to me. It so painful inside.
I rush home. I open the door and not bother to close it. I run to my room and grab a bag. I throw everything that I can reach for inside it and the whole time my tears keep falling down. I take a quick shower since I just come back from work. I changed quickly and then grab my things and run out of the house.
I drive the whole night. My uncle stays at the island. He a sailor when he was young so when he settled down he said the island is the best place of all. So most of his live he staying there with his beloved wife and children’s. When I on the bridge I remember the last time I rushing back here. It when my aunty called me that maybe there not much time left for my uncle. He slipped into the coma. My aunt calls me and that time I was on the bridge and keep saying “Wait for me. I almost there please.”
Now I reach the island. I pass the bridge. I feel my heart so heavy for me to go back to his house. I do something crazy I drive to the beach. I get out of the car. I feel like I want to shout. Why? Why my uncle? I don’t have enough time with him just give me a few more. I guess God love him so much that He takes him away from his agony. He sick for a while so He doesn’t want him to suffer more.
I sit there and see the sun almost up. I lost a track of time. I should be home. I have to let go of him. I need to let him go. It must be hard for my aunt she just lost her husband. I lost my uncle. My aunt must be worried about me. So I drive back to the house that so familiar. I can feel like my uncle sitting there and wait for me. I open the door and there my aunt. I grab her in a tight hugs. She keeps saying he gone. He had gone. Just before he look so good eating and chat with them then suddenly he passed away.I feel bad. I know it not my fault but I feel like it my mistake for not be there for her when he passing. Then I hug my cousins. That why I so close to them and when my parents gone when I was young they take me in.
I can’t stay long even I wanted too. I stay for a few days until everything settle then I rush back to work. I feel sad and I got no one to talk to since I’m alone at home. Why I don’t think of get a roommates or housemates? I like a privacy more than I like to spent time by myself and no need to fight over who have to clean up after cook or etc.
When I reach my house I can see that it all organized nicely from the night I left in a hurried. I was thinking to do the cleaning when I coming back because I know I make a lot of mess when I hurry pull all my things and try to fix in one bag. I was in my bedroom and the bed even made. I think I left a few clothes on top when I can’t zip my bag how come it all clear like someone is cleaning after me.
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I just watch her when she stomp the house and not even closed the door and rushed upstair into the bedroom. She pull a bag and open the wardrobe and try to put as much stuff in one bag. She take a shower like five minutes and get dress and grab the bag and rush to the car and sped off.
I was stun. What did I do wrong? Did I scare her that much that she running away from me? I didn’t mean for her to leave like that. She even left behind her “Pingu”. I so confused. Why she leaving me? I need her and again I’m all alone.
She managed to lock the door after she left and I floating to the bedroom. It was really a mess in here. It like she throw everything that she don’t need everywhere. I feel sad that she leave so suddenly. I miss her even she only left like a few minutes ago.
Slowly I pick up everything that scattered around the room and put it back to the place. After it all finish I lay down on the bed and look at her side. I imagine that she lay down beside me. Every night I sleep by her side and watch her sleeping make me feel happy. I look at her side and it empty. I don’t know how im going to be after this.
Few days later.
I was fighting with her “Pingu” because I’m so lonely and I don’t know what to do. I found her “pingu” standing by the bed and I take it. I begin to talk to it. It must be weird if people can see that a ghost talking to a penguin stuffed animal because he miss her owner so much. I talk and it like we fighting actually it just freeze I just punch it a little.
I heard a sound of car coming to a stop and I I just threw ‘Pingu” on the bed and rush downstair. I can see her park the car and bring a bag in. she take a look around and went upstair. I’m so happy she not leaving me what am I thinking? I just follow her and when she open her bedroom door she just stop dead. She look around and just stare at it.
She must notice that it all clean after she left. I hope she cant figure it out and just forget about it. She put down her bag and sit on the bed. I can see tears mark on her face. It something happen? If I can still remember the night she leaving she got tears on her face. I can’t just ask her now “hi there what happen to you?” she must be freak out. I just let her rest and I know sooner or later it will come out.
After she get clean up and sit on her bed. She take out a small book. It look like a journal. She begin writing inside it. I know she cant see me so I just see what she write. I know it not good to see what people writing in their journal it kind of private but who can I tell about it. No one. So why not.
I found out that her uncle had passed away. She love him so much I guess. It must be bad for her. I want to comfort her but if I just hug her again after that night I try to disturb her I guess it not a good idea.
I grab a paper and I write “Don’t worry I’m here for you.” I don’t know why I did it I put the piece of paper in her book that she been read this week by the side table.
