Oh my Ghost!

CHAPTER 1

MY CELLPHONE BEEPED .  It was a text message saying : 

{"Where are you? Aren't you thinking how much it cost me to be at  your school just to know that you aren't here? get in here in thirty minutes or else, You're Grounded!"}

It was from my father. my chauvinist and selfish father. He sounded furious but I didn't care. I just smiled at the last  two words on the messages: YOU'RE GROUNDED!  hell ya! have he run out of words to say? that's so lame threats. I told myself.

I returned my cell on my pocket then started to walk. Out of this cemetery, Out of this place or if it could be possible, OUT OF THIS WORLD. 

my steps were heavy and my mind sets no direction . Aimless but not caring about  it. 

After five minutes, I recalled the first thing that crossed to my my mind, the train station. It  will takes fifteen minutes to get there from here. and from the station to Kanagawa-ku and to my school, it takes another ten to fifteen minutes. 

But what's on the rush anyway? what will get if I rush myself out? besides, I'm not used to any rules especially his!  Let Tadashi wait for nothing, SHIT himself! I don't care. I don't want to see his face neither!  

I tugged my bag on my back and started to walk again . 

after several steps, my mind occupied again about my past.  the past that I always remembered every time I visit her tomb.  It was revocable and instant as my mind flashed back to the  memory of her into miles of my childhood. A very bad one.

I had less known her back then. the only thing that I recalled from her was the excruciating pain and long endured sadness. 

She was not a good mother but she wasn't bad either.  probably, she didn't know how to show her affection. She was cold and strict, but she never let me starve or get sick. At least  she knew how to care for me though, not sincere.

My mother was young and lovely as I'm trying to remember. but her frigid and lack of sensibility was the only thing that marked on my memory. Maybe that's the way of my thinking  back then. But as I grow older, I understood now how  the suffering and  sacrifices she had endured for so long.  

My parent got divorce when I'm barely four. and because it's constitutional, my mother won my custody. so by then, my father was obliged to gave us financial support including the conjugal properties that they had in agreement. 

I, on that ages, couldn't understand a thing on how the way of the process even the visitation settlement . But one thing was for sure , I'm not happy about it .

Every 2nd of the months, I was on the other place. my father house  to be exact.

but considering his absence for nearly half of my youthful life, Chigusa was far reasonable than him in comparison.

I can't remember the time I had seen him for most of my youth .

For all the time, Tadashi Noda was a total stranger  for me. Though I knew  by then  he was a novelist. a diplomat in clad aristocracy. Hypocrites!  that's what my thought by now. cause when we were in the hospital for my mother's medication, He didn't pay a visit even once. the times when he was needed the most specially when my mother undergoes to the painful chemotherapy. Chigusa had a lung cancer and it was in final stages. she got that when struggling to find a living to support our daily life.

I didn't know when it started but as I witnessed her taking job even late-night works, considering her fragile physique, I knew then that something has to be wrong. It continued until she had abused herself so badly that led to that severe illness and be bed-ridden.