For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye
Chapters 1. Visitors At Night
On an ordinary day and the guards had alternated their shifts, everyone looks different - in the morning they look like proactive youngsters whereas in the evening everything looks old and stooped. Well, that's a really shitty job to think of, but what's the power of it all to sustain life, family, and the future.
Vicktor who is only equipped with a pinch of knowledge about caring for the child especially he had to leave Amelia to the next door neighbor and his schoolmate, as well, of course Vicktor is very indebted to the neighbors and holds the title of housewife.
Ten years have passed and still have full hopes for his missing wife, opening an electronic email on the computer containing a message from the investigating officer that a woman named Anastasya was declared dead even though Vicktor still did not believe if he had not seen his body directly.
Hustle and bustle in the city so crowded, the highway and the apartment lights have shone welcoming a warm night in the wake of the noise set on their radio, not a few people who stop by the bar shop to unwind. Those are people who are single and single who only care about themselves.
Amelia always greeted her father cheerfully, sometimes she has to wait longer than usual to resist the longing she likes to watch a television drama that is very silly and irregular plot at least she is trying to become a girl.
"Is there no food in the house?" ask Vicktor to Amelia.
"What if there's food can you cook?" turn Tanya.
"Hahaha," for a moment he chuckled a little while feeling that his words were so touching, "Alright let's go to our favorite restaurant,"
"Do we have to take Angelica and her mother?" his face, his cuteness and the blond hair covering his face looked extremely dazzling.
"God ... All right go there make sure they haven't had dinner yet. You need to return the favor to him anyway."
Angelica and Amelia have been best friends since infancy arguably it was a real childhood friend, her mother Angelica could not be said to be a single parent the harsh reality of her husband being an Army soldier took years to get home. Can not be guessed how bad the thought or other negative thoughts appear.
In the end, they still go to the restaurant together to enjoy instant meals and a hidden feeling accompanies them, expecting a little happiness from the meaning of eating together. Not a few observers think they are a matching couple that is the most surprising and ironic thing.
Vicktor can only be grateful that Amelia can grow up and be healthy without the core pillar of life, Anastasya, seeing her jubilant laughter can melt the heart.
The night began to mourn and the wind began to scare the feathers, it is time for them to return home each using an old mini car owned by the designer employee is quite good at driving in the dark moist forest.
"I think it was quite excessive" Amelia commented on driving.
"It's not that good, I look so cool."
"You just want to look good in front of other women, when the reality is really bad,"
"Eh! Is that how bad dad looks?" act shocked and open at the door.
"No, just kidding, that was pretty cool to be able to take the car over."
After all it was a pretty beautiful night not a few stars in the sky were so bright as she hoped, she said, Vicktor is flexible and easy to blend in, but once he is always on the lookout for the surroundings realize that he lives on the edge of the forest, not many residents pass by.
Amelia the obedient and obedient child slept before ten p.m. in the second floor room, for some reason the people who have little spice in the family are the ones who understand and understand the most about everything he does not whine like the whining of spoiled rich people in general.
Vicktor always sleeps in the basement accompanied by a strange box that always broadcasts the news often he has trouble sleeping, and the only best sleeping remedy is to drink canned beer.
The lower night that should have brought Vicktor into a fantasy world was kept awake when the front door that was parallel to the long chair where he slept suddenly rang. The sound of the knocking grew increasingly higher and he had to get up and greet her, thinking that it was his neighbor because there was nothing else he knew in the area.
Slowly the door was opened, from between the doors was seen a man alone wearing a black raincoat staring very sharply.
"Oh hello, sorry these nights Mr. Vicktor." he pulled out an identification tag tied around the neck.
Vicktor opened the door wide, then saw the surrounding environment that turned out outside was drizzling. "I wonder what it's gonna take with a middle-aged man like me."
"My name is Vincent, I work at the local antique shop on the street there," he pointed out with his finger at work.
"Come in today's weather isn't very supportive," Vicktor let the man in without the slightest suspicion.
"No problem, I just want to leave an item." A man named Vincent whose face had not even been exposed at all took out a wooden box and full of ancient carvings to look very antique.
"Nonstone? Whatisit? Why was it put on me?" actually Vicktor did not care much about it because his drowsiness still attacked him.
"Well, I remember you working as a designer maybe you like unique things like this and also if it's not your wife's fault ... I'm sorry - he was so fixated on this when he visited my shop." he was detailed and still full of questions.
"Ohh," is a little interesting in the past considering that it happened. "Maybe I wanted to see it." instantly he wanted to see it clearly.
"I won't be long, but please remember this thing is quite valuable do not use or unseal it this thing is known as 'Master Key'"
"Master Key's? A key? What a unique key this is, I wonder why my wife is interested in something like this." as if carrying a clue to create a hope that almost drowned.
"Well I don't know for sure, he said this key can open all doors, any door is any door like that. Then Mr. Vicktor I say goodbye, maybe tomorrow I'll take it back."
The first guest who was quite strange this June, at least that person opened up a bit of memories for the man who after ten years of heart-wrenching, tired of waiting for certainty from the law enforcer struggling to speak out in front of the real court does not produce results to be sweeter.
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