Up To Hourglass To Decide

Chapter 9

His girlfriend is dead, and what does that have to do with me?

"sorry for dig your old wounds again," I looked down and playing with my fingers to avoid the awkward situation that I had created.

"hey, I don't mean anything weird and I don't want to sounds like a weird person, but I had to ask you one thing,", he spoke in his deep voice, and his statement made me look up and stare at him.

"do you have blood relation with my girlfriend?" the question he asked was very interesting and absurd.

"no?" I shook my head and continued, "why do you ask that?" I look at him in his eyes.

"why said no? do you even know me?" he answered me with a slight anger tone.

"no?" I asked back, and that made him more hooked with anger.

He stepped forward and hold my shoulder tightly, "exactly who you are? And why did you appeared on the beach that I usually go? and why did you make me, make me save you in the first place?" he tighten his grip and it is hurt my shoulder.

"hey, you're hurting me," I felt uncomfortable in his grip, I tried to shoved his hands on my shoulder, but the more I move, he tightened his grip more.

"hey, what is wrong with you," I sounds annoyed and he let go eventually, then he stared at me for a second, and let a heavy sigh while turned his eyes to see the main busy road in front of the hospital, and walked over there with his hands on his waist.

"let's go to my home," he said without looking at me.

With his back facing me, I answered him from behind, "are you okay with that?"

He turned around and nodded, "I need to show you something,"

We both walked to home from hospital to his house that located in the middle of a forest, full of dense trees, the walk from the hospital to his house is not close, we have to stop a few times for rest.

On the last stop, he apologizes to me, "I'm sorry, for making you walk this far," he sighed heavily.

His last words keep wandering in my mind, "what caused his girlfriend's death?" these thought keeps wandering in my mind.

Without me knowing it, I was already in front of his house, he told me to go inside his house after he opened the door that was locked earlier. After setting my foot on the floor of his house, inside his house, does not look so bad as on outside, inside here all the furniture and stuff were placed nicely.

"Cody?" I called him while looking outside through window.

"yes?" he responded while opening the door of front room.

"why don't you clean up?" I asked him out of curiosity.

He stopped and placed his hand on the doorknob. All of sudden, the house become silent, quiet, too quiet for long, and too long to be quiet. Even though we only freeze for 5 seconds.

"sorry if I asked the question and it is offended you," I sighed, I'm too awry to be here.

"no, no, I'm not offended, it's just I'm too busy, and since she's gone, I lost interest on cleaning outside," after answering my question, he twisted the door knob and opened the door.
He let me wait outside, and I feel relaxed after a while, I can hear the clock chiming, and the birds singing, this calm feel made me forget about school life, and my illness that would put me in danger if that relapse again.

He came out with a dirty pillowcase, he went straight to the kitchen, he took a broom and other cleaning tools then he went back straight to the room. I walked forward to the door and peeked outside, seeing him cleaning up the room that looked like it had not been used for a long time.

"are you cleaning up because I told you to?" I asked him out of worry that he would be offended by my question earlier.

"no, I'm not offended, if I'm not cleaning now, where did you want to sleep tonight?" he answered my question without looking at me.

"I should help you with cleaning, do you need my help?" I volunteered to help him cleaning up that I have never enjoyed doing that in my normal life.

"no, I don't need your help, you're this house's guest anyway," he answered me while cleaning the dust that had been living on the top of the cupboard for a long time.

"thank you," out of sudden, I feel grateful and thankful towards him.

That made him stopped working and turning his body around.

"I don't know what made you think that I'm not a bad person, you don't even suspect that if I'm a spy from another country, or planet, I'm sure you do have a reason why you let me stay here, but I'm very grateful that you're the one who saved me last time," I said, still standing in front of the black faded door.

His lips curved into a small smile, and he shook his head slowly.

"I don't know what reason that I have in my mind for letting a stranger staying in my house, but I'm sure you're not a bad person," he said to me, and back to clean the dust in the room.

I'm observing around and look at the old furniture that I usually see in my mind when I'm reading novels related to time travel, but now, I'm traveling or on a road trip when I want to commit suicide, that take me to the past.

Old wooden bed, light green colored wardrobe that I usually imagine it if I'm reading on something, a faded brown colored table lamp, old wood that is about to rot, which is a study table that had been used by someone before, small chair that soon will be broken, and the old walls that are still solid and protect us. And still more things that fascinated me when I'm entering this place.

"should I give it a try to live here? or try harder on finding out how to went back to my old life," these thought wandering in my mind for a while.

If I went back, will they feel glad after I went missing for a long time? or they will feel disappointed to see my presence is outside the door?

What choices that I had to take?