•{the four kids}•
Munching his packet of chips, he had walked towards the couch, where Alex sprawled, scrolling through whatever's on his phone.
"What are you doing?"
He had asked as he sat down beside him, making him sit up to look at him with a wide smile before he could reply.
"Just searching for the perfect kinda movie that we both can watch tonight. What do you say, let's celebrate over popcorn and movies?"
Saalim let out a chuckle before giving a quick nod, that signalled back the same enthusiastic vibes that it had got.
"Awesome! You have any movie preferences?"
"Umm, no, I don't watch a lot of TV, so I don't really know."
He gave an uneasy smile at Alex's expression of disbelief. Though he soon nodded back, trying to understand.
"Oh, that's okay, we'll just watch what I choose then!"
"I'm okay with anything."
"Alrighty! It's time for men's night in the house!"
Alex threw excited punches in the air, half jumping on the couch, while Saalim silently watched him with a growing smile. He found it a little strange, how a man as old as him could act so silly and loud at times. Those moments were close to rare, when he had seen Alex actually acting like his age. He was the outgoing type, especially around Alice.
I wish I could be like him.
He thought as be stared at his busy stance, how he was so immersed in wanting to make the night the best for the both of them. He looked away, thinking if he would actually be able to do so if he was left alone with someone he had to take care of.
He was his own darkness, so how true could it be that he could light up someone's day and night?
Ironically enough, it didn't seem to be a question anymore. Because little did he know then, that he had in mere moments, became someone's reason to smile.
The loud buzz of Alex's phone bought the both of them out of their endless thoughts, their eyes averting to the screen that held the dialler's name.
His eyes widened an inch on catching the funny yet familiar nickname, and he shot to look at Alex, who was now smiling wider than before.
No. Don't say her name-
"Oh! My honey mummy is calling!"
He looked away instantly, not wanting to listen to the conversation, especially after what he had heard, that seemed to resurface strange memories, those that he was then not at all ready to think of.
"Mummy! How are you? Sorry I couldn't call you before, you know, got a bit busy with the meeting and stuff. But you called me now, so let's talk. How were you Mumma? How's home?"
No. No no no!! Stop- s-stop calling her that- agh!
His eyebrow twitched, the striking headache back again, like it never had left. The same overwhelming emotions taking over, his eyes welling up with tears. But this time, a strange heat seemed to form in his chest, that reached his head, and then, when he opened his eyes, even the fat tears forming in them couldn't blur out the visions that played in front of him-like the movie that he had been waiting to watch.
You see yourself? Just look at what you've become. YOU are the cause that SHE died.
YOU WERE THE ONE WHO KILLED MY WIFE.
YOU ARE READING
Masked
Action"Miss Asmah..." His voice sounded the softest when he called her name, his heart beat the loudest when he witnessed her smile. As his hazel brown, sunlight orbs, stay fixed on hers, he realized how beautiful she seemed to him. How much had her smi...
