For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye

Chapters 13. I'm a Crazy Man

The morning was very noisy, unlike the other days. Vicktor wakes up in his sofa bed, seeing Alice and Amelia having fun in the front yard of the house. In front of his desk was a warm pancake with a glass of milk on his right. He ate it without hesitation, thinking they were deliberately making it for him.

The picture frame looks like there are only three photos in it, Vicktor again thinks how he can have a child in this world.

"Happy?" Ask him who is sure it looks.

"It looks like you've had fun too." Reply to Amelia.

"You mean about breakfast? Come on it can't be said to be having fun, I want to have fun too."

The three of them are quite lively when they only play ordinary chases. Not much different from cats chasing butterflies, the cat forgets the way home. If they both seem to be forgetting their past.

"Is that old car there?" Vicktor asked Alice, pointing his thumb at the garage.

Alice nodded. "But it's broken, I told you to fix it."

Vicktor stopped stepping. "What did you say? How could I possibly fix that thing."

"Didn't you work as a machine conductor?"

- That's right, even if I go to work I can't drive or fix anything there. The worst part was that I was fired.

Vicktor had no other way but to take the car to his friend's ridiculous workshop by being driven four hundred yards from his house. After arriving with clothes drenched in sweat, the place was crowded even the name changed, quite popular in this city.

"Even a goblok like him is capable of being this kind of successful person, are we living in the wrong world?"

The old car was entrusted hoping to be repaired sooner than other visitors. Alice came up with a unique motor that had noisy exhausts. The bike is similar to Harley-davidson which is predicted by the legendary motorcycle.

"Where did you get that bike, huh?" Vicktor's almost out of breath.

His body said as if it did not care. "Let's go, I got this thing from the guy who lost the bet."

"Quite wild ... "

Alice took her motorbike around the city non-stop. It seems that he knew how Vicktor was supposed to behave, not a lousy person like this. Wet clothes become dry carried by the warm wind, can be said to be a kind of walking iron.

"So why bother pushing that car into the garage?"

"There's a place I have to go, far enough."

The motor stopped at a cafe and restaurant, apparently there was Amelia who was waiting. It seems that Alice is quite familiar with the owner of the store. He talked about sales and drinks.

Enjoying fresh drinks when hot and the cape is enough to make the body feel exciting. However, comfort still makes Vicktor alert to the behavior of the servants and customers in the room. Their eyes were so glaring fiercely into the heart, making the mental shrink a little.

Vicktor before starting the conversation he wanted to sit down with Amelia. Alice also changed places with him. Just in case Vicktor took it a step further by sitting near the exit.

"You never got married" Alice replied briefly, "if you ask about Amelia and I, we're both adopted."

Silence did not budge, the ringing of summer grasshoppers seemed to melt the atmosphere. Vicktor knew someone was after him long before he even thought about it. The statement issued by Alice makes Vicktor suspect that there is interference with a key that he carries everywhere. He was too calm despite his arrogant and outspoken attitude.

Two hours passed by and Vicktor went with Amelia unceremoniously to the workshop. The old car was ready to go. One of the payments he made by writing his home address.

"I don't have any money right now, you can take my house, that's my address."

The employees there could only be dumbstruck and gaping, as if the house was like an exchange of stone and sand, which made him confident of pure identity and certification. Amelia was convulsed with reckless behavior, seeing that they both had no authenticity in the world today.

Amelia looked firmly at her father who was driving her quite angrily, her cheeks bulging. "What are you doing? Where are we going? Even Alice we just left, at least call her."

"You said yourself, we still haven't lost hope, where the sky is upheld we will always look for answers about ... Your mother."

The road is not short, it takes two days and two nights to get to the house of his wife, his parents. It's the only clue where else to look for the beginning of an incident. Anastasya and Vicktor meet in an orphanage and the elderly, they both form a deep love in just one meeting. Until marriage is like a fairy tale in a children's book.

The old man in a wheelchair was pushed by a young girl, who could say he was her son. The old grandfather was a piece of the past that his wife Vicktor had cared for.

"Do you know a nun named ... Anastasiya?" Vicktor asked the grandfather.

"You ... We've met before yeah .. "the faint voice of grandfather was even hoarse."

"He's inside" his son replied, "have you ever met him?" He asked about Grandpa this time.

" ... Maybe."

Old buildings that have existed since the nineteenth century. Black and porous never recycled, the aura is so sturdy and strong even though it has eroded the times. Orphanage as well as where the elderly are treated gather in different rooms.

In Vicktor's view it is clear that he had a temporary seizure. What he saw was injustice, the source of all disease. Anastasya was making out with another man who was none other than the high ranking owner of the building. Fondling is as irresistible as when he was with her first.

"Don't go!" Shouted Amelia stopping Vicktor's footsteps, tightly holding her hand. "Dad, never preparing for anything bad do we think it's wrong?"

It's a shame for Vicktor to be consumed by emotions even his daughter knows more about feelings. "Sorry ... This is beyond my expectations .... "

If there was no Amelia by his side, Vicktor was like a madman who claimed to belong to him, he was his wife. Come to think of it, it could be that the madman we see around us might just be telling the bitter truth he just experienced in another world you never knew.

"There may be facts behind the nonsense of sane people, instead there is nonsense behind the facts of mad people."

"I hope so."

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