••• x. •••
"Mom. I'm home."
The living room was so bright and the vibe was so homey.
The sounds of sizzling oil along with the smell of mother's savoury dishes filled the air.
"Hurry up, Kei. Take your bath first. Then we're ready for dinner. Your dad is starving."
"Take your time, son. Daddy is having his precious time, watching Mommy's marvellous cooking skills."
Kei smiled.
Usually, that would happen every time he came back from school.
Kei gave out a heavy sigh.
Damn.
I'm not prepared for this.
He never was.
Even his mother.
Slowly, Kei opened the front door of his house and entered.
"Mom..."
His voice, faded into the silent unlively house.
His late father was a very famous architect back then.
Diligent.
Humble.
Incredible architect.
That two-storey modern Japanese house with modern slide doors,
and hinged doors along with minimal concept of interior design were all designed by Kei's father.
It was a gift for his mother because,
it was her dream house.
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••• xi. •••
When guests and relatives talked about the struggle he faced to make it came true,
his father would always look into his mother's eyes,
passionately,
lovingly,
saying,
"She deserves it."
Without fail.
Kei stood in the hallway and looked around the room.
Everything was dark.
Gloomy.
Monday's.
Evening.
No light from the living room at his right.
No sounds of sizzling oil from the kitchen at his left.
No mother's delicious dishes smelt in the air.
He started to shout.
But feeling useless, weak, pitiful.
"Mom. I'm hom..."
Kei paused.
His nose sniffed the air.
Something wasn't right.
Definitely, it wasn't his imagination that he could smell something strong.
Leaving his school bag and shoes on the floor,
Kei rushed in to find the strong smell.
Not from the kitchen.
Not from the living room.
Masaka.
No time to be wasted.
His feet made their way to the upstairs,
just a few metres away from the living room's doorway.
He prayed.
Praying that none of his unwanted imaginations would come true.
None.
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••• xii. •••
"Mom, where are you, Mom?"
He shouted.
Mother wasn't answering.
Upstairs, there were three rooms.
At the end of the hallway was his room.
The master bedroom at his right was his parents'.
Another one at his left was their family's mini library plus,
his late father's study room.
It was the only room with light brown wooden hinged door among the three.
Logically, he thought, mother would be in the master bedroom.
Sliding the exquisite sliding door at his right...
...the sight was a surprise he would never forget.
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