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Chapter 13: HIS death

One week had passed. Grandpa didn't succeed of pulling the house against them. They took all the things and most importantly, HIS house.

"I have a house on the next city. You and that STUPID sir, can stay there for a while." Ate Rosa suggested while we're picking all our things from the demolition that happened.I just smiled at her.

Granpa's having his drink again. He's just staring at the house that's no longer of his title. He laughs then he sobs. A lot of mixed emotions he's doing. I feel pity for him but I hated him for how he is treating me right now. He's putting all the blames on me. Is it even my fault that the above took them away? Did I even requested for him to do that? Did I exactly say: kill them for me!?

That's the thing of staying alive. You are able to continue all the things that you left unfinished, continue to dream on, continue to put everything back in place. But things weren't the same anymore. There are already stains. And this stain? It's so hard to dissolve. It's just getting bigger and make everything worst every minutes passing. I don't even know if life with this stain might be able to survive.

"I'll get some food. Feel free to sit comfortable on the couch." Ate Rosa smiled. She directed herself on the kitchen and started with her cooking session.

The couch she's talking about wasn't like the usual soft couch we had at home. It's wood and being comfortable sitting on it will take how many minutes to be felt.

I'm sitting on the other side while Grandpa seats blankly on the other end. He's too drunk right now. He looks like an addict and talking to him will never be a good idea.

Once she's done cooking, she gathered all the dishes infront of us. It's not like a feast. There's only a bowl of rice, a bowl of hot noodles with one egg beaten on it, and some dried fish. Water serves as our beverage.

While eating our food, I asked her about the house. How come she don't come here even at weekends or during her free time? "Is someone living here with you?"

She smiles at me while scooping for some noodles. "I'm living with my husband, actually. He's in abroad right now, working as a trailer driver. It's already two years since he's gone home. I manage myself working with Ma'am Lucinda so I'm required to stay at their home. It's been how many months that I haven't seen this place. It's nice to go back."

I just nod. We continue eating while Grandpa suits himself on just drinking. He even left us both while he's taking a walk outside.

"He'll be okay soon. He's just so shock for what had happened. We just have to support him." she cited out as I helped her in cleaning all the dishes.

I sighed, telling her: okay but I just don't know how, when it's me that made him remember all the crappy things.

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The night had passed, but Grandpa haven't found the way back to the house yet. Ate Rosa and I have ourselves search for him. We asked people we bumped with but they all have one answer for that. 

"No, I haven't seen him."

"Sorry, but I don't know him."

"I haven't encountered the guy."

Finally, we reached the police station and put his name on the missing page. We even provided them a copy of his photo. The officers told us to wait for their call if there's any news about him. We just agreed on that and just wait in the house.

It's past midnight and we're both just staring at the wall. Hoping for the call to finally arrive. Well, it's not the call we received but a loud slam on the door.

Ate Rosa opened it and a young man came breathlessly. 

"They said they saw an old man who's bumped by a truck." he said with eyes fully shocked about the news he just delivered.

They made more exchanges of words until Ate Rosa glances on me. "Are you coming Riley?" she asked while picking her jacket. I nodded with her inquiry.

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We arrived at the place, the guy had pointed to us. There's a lot of people gathering on that small amount of space. Everybody's were whispering while there are some who even vomitted after what they saw.

"He's seen drunk and walking in the highway. Didn't mind of how many vehicles were passing into him. Until one truck hit him. The driver just ran away." I can hear all their whispers. WIth the specific description DRUNK, I know it might be him. And that idea didn't fail me. It's him. It's my Grandpa.

The ambulance came but they're too late. Everybody knows he's already dead.

His death didn't made me cry for him. I don't know, but I'm actually happy. Happy cause there's no more him who's going to give me all the blames. No more him that abuses me physically and more often, with all his verbal words. No more him that I'm getting scared of most of the time. 

This time, I am finally thankful to him. Cause he took the old man who's bringing bad vibes on me. I'm happy about his death but I'm sure he is too. He's happy now with Grandma and my family. I wish I could join them too.