Sunday goes by slowly, I'm trying to smother guilt when I'm forced to remove the battery from her phone, the mobile buzzing too often to be anything but conspicuous. I spends most of the morning pretending to explore Shinichi's house, like I assumes most children who've suddenly started to live in a mansion would.
In reality, I spends the day searching for the room where Yuusaku keeps his old case files. I've already searched his office, despite having grown up knowing the room is out of bounds. Syempre kailangan kong nagpalusot kay Shinichu dahil maggihinala siya pag sinabi ko na interesado ako sa case files ng tatay niya
"Nasaan na kaya ang mga yun?" Nakakapagod naman! Halos na hanap ko na ata lahat ng kwarto pero di ko paren mahanap. Ahm may isa pa pala. Yung library kung nandodoon si Shinichi na nagsusulat nanaman. Siguro ay tungkol sa nangyare kahapon. Napabuntong hininga nalang ako. Paano ako maghahanap sa library kung nandoon ba sya.
So I can't search the library yet - or Shinichi's computer(baka nandoon din kasi yon). I'll have to search them when he's asleep or else he'll notice.
Hmm ano pa nga ba ang mga lugar na di ko pa nahahanapan? The kitchen - but it's unlikely that photographs of dead bodies will find their way into a room that's meant to sate appetites, not force to disappear.
I didn't checked the room I usually stays in, but that's because years of sleepovers at the Kudo mansion have made me familiar with every inch within the walls. Shinichi's room hasn't been searched, but that's because it's Shinichi's room.
Searching shinichi's room? It's a bit uncomfortable. Aba malay ko ba kung ano ang laman nun.
It's not like Yuusaku would actually store any of his case files in his son's room anyway. Shinichi's dad may mess with his son at times, but he's never aimed to do anything cruel. And it would be cruel, I think, if he'd left murder files in the room of a son who can't bear to look at dead bodies. Although, to be perfectly honest, I doesn't think anyone's ever ready to see images of murder victims.
Pero... Malay mo diba? May pagkakataon na itinago yun ng tatay niya ng di nalalaman.
Wala akong nagawa kundi ang magpunta sa kwarto nalang ni Shinichi
Sneaking forward, I reaches my arm up to Shinichi's door, pulling it down. I pushed it open slightly when I hear footsteps pounding up the staircase. Gulat ako dahil doon kaya mabilis akong lumayo sa pinto. Sheez bakit ngayon pa dumating tong si shinichi?
"Mari-chan?" Umiwas ako ng tingin sa kanya. Haler! Paano ako haharap sa kanya kung nahuli niya akong balak pumasok sa kwarto niga at tignan ang private place niya!. "Anong ginagawa mo?"
His tone is laced with suspicion.
"Exploring." I said, crossing her arms. i huffs, as if this is supposed to be obvious. Aren't little kids meant to be a little bit moody sometimes? Sana gumana to "E ikaw Shinichi-nii-san?"
A strained smile stains Shinichi's lips as he crouches down to face mine. Ito ang isa sa gusto ko sa kanha, he constantly tries his hardest to make sure no one feels small when he's around.
"Kukunin ko lang yung jacket ko" sabi niya, "kasi hahanapin ko si Ran."
Find... me?
Nanlaki ang mata ko kaya mabilis kong sinundan si Shinichi na pumasok sa kwarto niya. Di ata niya ako napansin na pumasok sa kwarto since mukha siyang occupated. Lumibot ang tingin ko sa paligid. Mukhang wala namang kakaiba. It's just a plain room for boys.
Above his desk, Shinichi's wall is littered with photographs. Pictures of Shinichi with his parents, with Sonoko, with me. There's pictures of Me at my karate competitions. Pictures of us in middle school, when we visited Okinawa on a class trip. Homework assignments and school books lay abandoned in a pile by his desk. Napakagat nalang ako sa labi ko sa nakita ko saka umiwas ng paningin. Tumukhim muna ako.
