7 Chapter 7
"Those kids were really amusing," Olia Isema began narrating. "They dreamt so high up as if they've been there already. They thought that the world was theirs, so when things went astray of their so-called passion and purpose, nothing much was left of them. I can't even remember their names. I guess it's all written as a code of life that those who want it will never get it and those who don't want it would naturally get it. Even before, histories had written foolish youths that followed their dreams and whatnot, only to fail again and again."
Uriel looked at her with his expressionless eyes.
After everything that happened, she acted back to normal – strange, actually, because she's always been like that.
He was wondering in his mind why she's suddenly telling about children who haven't gotten their dreams.
He wondered if those stories were based on reality or weaved from her abundant imaginations.
Either way, it seemed to him like she's only mocking those people and it didn't feel good.
Or was she actually implying a question about his dreams or something?
It was hard to figure her out and clearly, it isn't helping fix the things that's making his life complicated at the moment.
She went on and on talking about the three young boys who dreamt of being famous idols, but failed to do so for a few more minutes.
Uriel couldn't even remember more than half of her narration, but pretended to listen all through the way.
Soon, she invited him to buy groceries for their food stocks, which he nodded to.
She led her up to her room and gave him some fine clothes that fitted perfectly to him.
"You must be wondering where I got those clothes when I'm living by myself here," She suddenly croaked. "I bought them when I was younger, hoping that I'd give birth to a child. It's quite sad for me to say that I couldn't even get myself a husband."
She forced out a giggle and shook her head slowly.
Uriel didn't want to be rude by expressing that he isn't the least bit interested with her personal affairs, but if she's willing to share it just like that, there's no reason for him to stop her.
He dressed himself with the clothes that the old woman gave and he felt pretty weird.
He glanced at his clothes once again and couldn't shake off something bothering him at the back of his mind.
He thought that it must be the strange, familiar voice looming again, but no words came out.
It was silent, but chaotic.
Slowly looking around the room, he noticed the clothes that were supposed to be for the old woman's 'child' pulled out from a black luggage.
"These clothes were already worn," He thought, lifting the bit around his chest. "Was that story about wanting to have a child supposed to be a lie? These clothes obviously belonged to someone else. It wasn't hers to begin with."
His footsteps were louder today than any other day, which bothered him a lot.
He rushed back down and saw Olia Isema waiting for him.
They walked several miles and rode two vehicles just to arrive at a supermarket.
Being with no one and with someone didn't make much of a difference for him. He felt so alone no matter where he went.
Whether it's noisy or quiet, he had his own silence and had his own chaos inside his head.
Uriel only followed around the old woman like a loyal dog until they got all that they needed and finally went back home. It was a long ride back and forth.
Uriel regretted agreeing to come with her and thought that he should just stay behind the next time she asks to go out.
It felt suffocating outside, with all the people around.
