I Can Hear Your Heart
23. Lose you
Wow, that earthquake was really loud, right?
Like under our house.
Like being under this hotel.
If it's longer than that, I'm sure it could all collapse.
Will there be aftershocks?
Is it safe for us to sleep in the hotel tonight?
We're on the fifteenth floor. Even when running down it was only up to the twelfth floor. Fortunately, the earthquake did not last five minutes and stopped immediately.
We arrived back at the hotel. Silence without a word. As usual, I let the voices rush into me. I should've suprise and then had a long talk because Mr. Mario apparently had the same ability as Alex could teleport and the fact that he was an angel, but I wasn't interested at all. My tears are still on my cheeks. No matter how much I try not to cry, these tears always break my eyes back.
Mr. Mario knocked on the door after delivering Sanada-Rama's friend, the fat, teary-eyed man back to his room. Mr. Mario has erased most of the memories in the former Lamara Hotel from Rama's mind and replaced them with a bit of ghostly distraction that resulted in the deaths of their three colleagues while filming somewhere else in suburbs that are not even on the google map and fortunately they both can escape from that place by driving their cars. Also instill in the heart of the man to no longer wear any amulets or objects from the world of darkness. "God gave you one more chance to live a better life and be faithful to Him or end up with a very severe punishment." Mario threw the tiger's canine necklace into the black hole at Lamara's former hotel before he dripped his blood into the hole's mouth. I can predict the shaman's spirit will also be dragged into there as well as the dedemit that became his mistress.
When the door opened I could see that one of Rama's other colleagues still looked terrified and in shock. He let Mr. Mario and I into his room. He stinks of piss. So frightened that he did not even intend to fix his appearance again. Mr. Mario asked him to clean himself up and for five minutes in the bathroom he kept forcing us to talk. I'm the one who was talking quietly, finally Mr. Mario was the one who was forced to bribe.
After he reappears and sits on the side of his bed, Mr. Mario does the same thing he did to Rama, he blew that face like the wind blowing dry leaves that fell to fly away. His memory is also lost. Just like Rama, he fell asleep. He will never be able to recall the bad memories he had in the former Hotel Lamara, the puff of Mr. Mario resulting in harvesters.
Mr. Mario's hand grabbed the door knob and closed it. We stepped in silence. Sometimes I wipe away my tears that are still flowing. He led me to my doorstep.
I'm shaking. "You sure?"
"Yes, thank you" I said in a voice after crying. "I just want to be alone tonight. And if you want to help me out a little bit, can I take a day off tomorrow?" Mr. Mario nodded. His eyes were staring intensely at me. I opened the door and went in and closed the door after saying good night to her.
My room is still the same. The lights were on as I opened the door and entered. The lights will go out when I close the door and be outside the room. My bed was still neat, obviously no one was fucking her after housekeeping broke her up. Televisi i'm dead. Usually, this almost a month she lights up faster than I open my eyes in the morning and still lights up when I arrive in this room at night after doing my job. Then I'll find Alex sleeping on the black leather sofa by the side of the balcony door while my daughter-in-law wakes up in the morning or goes home at night. The books on the shelf were also neat, not a single book floated from the row of books on the shelf and the sheets opened one by one magically. My eyes were glued to a box-shaped wooden tray on the television table. Did he prepare Japanese dishes for me today? The last meal of my very talented personal chef. I let my hands touch everything slowly. Grab a book on the shelf and open the sheet, then put it on the sofa that Alex usually sleeps on. Turning on my television with a funny cartoon show that I now hate because I cry when I should be laughing.
I took the tray to my bed. I don't want to change my clothes or clean myself. Folding my legs, I stared at the food that was now plastered in front of me. I was treated to a view of a dining box containing a variety of dishes. The dining box consists of six compartments like a rice field map. There is sashimi containing various pieces of fresh salmon, amberjack, tuna and salted jelly. There was a map containing fried fish and dashimaki a kind of egg roll, there was also steamed meat, he said, and another map contains Japanese mackerel meat grilled with sweet tare sauce as well as another map containing a bowl of miso soup and white rice. I bribed the dish into my mouth with tears breaking. Why would he cook this much for me...
His sashimi became less fresh because I went home later. If he was here I would scold him and punish him for cooking this meal the next day for me. But it's impossible. He will never be by my side again. My tears fell even more violently while I scooped food into my mouth.
He would definitely scold me if he saw me eating while crying...I miss his anger. I missed him when he ran over me and shut my mouth with his anger. I miss him when he blurs and protests after stealing my thoughts.
I miss the simplicity we passed in this room. In small fights that are meaningless just because of spele things like ordinary people in everyday life.
I miss him.
After eating I chose to lie down on the black sofa, where Alex had been sleeping all this time. The view towards my television wasn't even very clear from here, but I could look at my bed freely from here. Imagining him looking at me from here in silence hurts my heart even more.
I know one thing: deep down in my heart maybe I'm starting to fall in love with her. But because fate is so cruel it brings us together - in a very fundamental difference. He's a ghost and I'm human, I don't think it's any use thinking about what it means to me other than being a room mate-temporary roommate.
My tears fell again.
