Second Day

It's currently 7 PM and I almost finished cleaning every single room except his bedroom. This place is nasty.

And I haven't seen him come out from the room since I came. And I still can hear a faint sound come out from the room. What a beast.

Hm...I think I forgot something...I stood in the living room as I think.

What is it?

What is it?

"Ah.." the laundry. I took a step toward the laundry room. The laundry room is big enough, a little smaller than my house.

I was about to take out the clothes from the dryer when my body was yanked from behind.

"Are you deaf?" It was a stern voice as the blue eyes locked into mine. "I was talking to you the whole time."

Huh? He did?

"N-no...I'm sorry..." I cleared out my throat twice. Fuck, he scared me for a second. "Is there anything you need, sir?"

He just stared at me. His face was mostly perfect, it made every lady or gay man turned toward him. He had tousled raven midnight hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were mesmerising and mysterious grey or blue or maybe both grey-blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. He had those dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. He has moles right under his left eye, and long lashes to decorate his beautiful eyes.

What a nice face.

"Wow, you're gorgeous...no wonder he did that..." I stunned. What did he say? Who did what?

He shoved his face closer to mine as his eyes dilated. It creeps me out. My heart started thumping out of my chest as my body start to tremble.

"By the way, can you cook? I'm kinda hungry."

"Huh? Ah, yes I can cook."

"Hmm... cook something, I'll go shower." he stood up and leave me dumbfounded.

He is a weirdo.

I stood up and start to walk into the kitchen. As I open the fridge, it's amazing. Full of everything. Then I open every drawer in the kitchen to see what can I used.

I found a lasagna sheet, maybe I should make lasagna?

I bring out all of the ingredients and wash the carrots, celery, and tomatoes.

"I can understand why you have the bandage on your face but what's up with your hand?" the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberating through my bones made me flinch and looked over my shoulder. When did he get here?

"Your new maid?" a gentle coy voice comes from behind as a soft chuckle comes out from the owner of the voice.

I glanced at the person on my back, and she's has that foxy look. Very. Very. Very. Pretty.

"She's my new housekeeper. Pretty, huh?" I just return to my work and finally drift out from the world.

I made the dish quickly so I can leave quicker. As I served the meal to the two of them, they both looked up with a huge smile. I smiled back and went back to the kitchen.

Let's finish quickly so the two lovers bird can play romance in their little bubble.

"Then, I'm going, Ayden. Make sure you come to the meeting tomorrow or the contract will be breached."

"Well, I already give you the first payment, and you want to breach the contract just like that? Such heartless woman."

"Whatever! Make sure you hold back from touching your new housekeeper, Ayden. She might run away."

I could hear chuckles as they talked. I sighed. It's uncomfortable. Why the hell am I hearing this conversation out loud? God? Hello? What happened to 'the silence world' you gave me years ago?

My body started to flinch again when the presence of someone approached me.

"Have you eaten?" a whisper blows through my ear. I covered my left ear due to a shock. He chuckles with a freaking, annoying, smug face. I almost punch him. "Does your face hurt a lot? It's swollen, huh?" he tried to reach my face but I step back.

"I think I'm done with my job, I'll be here tomorrow since Miss Susan already send my schedule. Have a good night, sir."

I hurriedly when to the living room to grab my cap and handbag, and walked myself out of the house. Now that I think, I don't see anyone else besides him and the lady. Maybe he is the owner of the house.

I bring myself to the staircase. Since the staircase was designed with full glasses window, I can see clearly that the sky has already changed its colour and the crystal of rain hitting the window.

"I really hate this type of window..."

I took out the bottle that I received this evening and hold it as I step down the whole stairs.

By the time I reached home, I was soaking wet since I forgot my umbrella. And hungry too.

I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. As I step outside, I put on my shirt and shorts, and cook some instant noodles.

I set the table and grab my phone to check my schedule for tomorrow.

18th May.

I turned my head toward the envelope on the study table.

"Happy birthday and death anniversary, daddy," I said, and turn back my head to my dinner. "I got a new job today, but the owner is probably creepy, a little. Not that I wasn't used to it, he scarier. Maybe because I have to do work in a house and I felt a little trapped."

I took my first bite and stared at my phone screen. Hmm...tomorrow I have to go early. I thought I could sleep longer.

Ah, I can't even eat no more. I stop chewing after three bites. I walk myself and lay in bed. The world...it's so loud yet so quiet. Since when am I unable to hear all of this loudness.

Am I deaf?

No. I can hear perfectly.

Then why?

It was as if, I was under the water, unable to hear anything. Is that what you say about losing focus? But I can do work pretty well though.

Or do I just have nothing to hear anymore?

Mm...I'm sleepy. It would be good if I just sleep forever. At this point, I'm getting jealous of Aurora. Maybe I should prick my finger on needles or something.

Maybe I should prick my heart instead.

"...Dad, don't enter my dream tonight, I beg you," I murmured.

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Hmm, it's the same dream. Where I will stand in front of this door again. Crying. Shaking. Cold. Scare. As the small hand push the door, he was hanging there, swinging from side to side, as he strangled with the rope around his neck. His groaning, bawling and his legs kicking in the air.

His hands were wrapped around his neck as if he tried to take off the rope. But the more he struggle, the more he made the voice like he was in pain. Shrieking. Sounds like cats, when they face death. I just stood there.

Watching him die. Until someone pushed me, and climb the chair to take him down. And I realised, that wasn't him.

When I found him, he had already died. He wasn't suffered like that. That wasn't him.

It was me. That...was me.

So that's what I look like. Pathetic.

How old am I back then? Ah, right...I was fifteen, and that was my first attempt, and it was at an orphanage.

I opened my eyes, it looked like it was already morning. I sat up and my hands automatically touched my neck. Obviously it's attached. My heart thumping harder and harder. But it feels so real.

"Ha...hahaha..." I laughed...and laughed...until my eyes started to produce tears. And from laughter, it turns into a cry. And from cry it's turn to laughter. And keep repeating itself until it went silent again.

I stared at my wrists. I guess it won't faded away. It is probably a deep cut.

"I'm tired."