Zepp

The Inquisitive Mer

Driving a car on the toll road on a sunny afternoon is indeed enjoyable. The road is flat, the sky is like a magnificent roof without edges and trees are running on either side of the road to accompany her along the way.

Merida lights another mild filter cigarette.Merida returned to singing the simple old song from the Everly Brothers "O,my papa..to me he was so wonderful..o,my papa..to me he was so good'

Ah, about a child's love for his father. She doesn't feel that. She wants to know how to love and even see his father as a father figure. She really does.

Thinking about Zepp who loved his father so much..she was curious about something ..why.. ya so many why's ?? but even though he's an old friend since childhood she still has to be careful..because protecting people's privacy is important. As her own privacy needs to be respected as well.

She wanted to ask a few things about Zepp and his father . But not to Zepp . Anyhow she knew someone to go to .She should not look to be too inquisitive either.But she needs to find out.

She accelerated her car .She had to check if this person was in the place now so she had to call him first .but she was thirsty .she had to find a cafe or shop first .mmm he misses the traditional ground coffee on the corner of the city border road .. smells of good aroma of the coffee filled her nostrils .A tavern was fine .

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He longed for that youthful spirit to come again .To continue seeing and feeling the spirit of a burning fire . The cold air made him lazy and lie down under the blanket as if to balance the gelid air. The young mind would still be burned by the power of imagination. It was tantamount to experiencing reality though in a different form .

That dusty old diary .. whose pages have worn out by time, will lead him there. To a warm season with the yellow light of the morning Sun.At that time he wrote a small poem while staring at the heavy rain outside his room.

* The water rain in the sky ... long and dense like the iron bars of a prison."

The cold air made him lazy and dreamy. About a forest and a bonfire.Rain is a prison made of water, he thought as he looked outside.

There was a man with a dark blue umbrella crossing the road towards the conservation forest which direction leading to the North.

His hat covered a part of his face which kept looking down and walking straightly.Without looking left or right, although some teenagers were racing to ride their bicycles at high speed because they were competing for tickets of expensive concert in the Capital City.

Strangely, the man didn't budge. Not the slightest bit worried about getting hit by the fast bike movement.

When he looked again outside after taking a cigarette,The man has gone down from his sight.

He was laying on a wooden bench under a large tree at the backyard of the old house. With both hands supporting his head, he stared at the millions of twinkling stars in the night sky. He intended to call Nerida before he got up But he fell asleep on the bench .An hour after that he moved out to the old house and continued to sleep on the couch.

Petro accompanied him by his legs .

The fire continues to burn and warming the lounge.

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Nerida was seeing Petro,and stroke its fur . The injured dog is getting better. Zepp has been taking care of him painstakingly.

" If I lived in the old house, would there be Petro here or would you take him wherever you go?

eh, can I have another pet, say rabbit or a cat? haha..he can fight with his nemesis.."

"Petro ... about Petro .. it depends. you need it here to accompany you ? it's okay Nery , you keep any pets is fine here as long as you are happy .. and you have friends so .."

" I'll think about it again Zepp.. or do you think it's fine if I just come here once in a while? once a week..or just a few hours...to be honest I'm used to being alone but that's in a boarding house. In a big, old house like this ,never." Said Nerida .

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* "How long had they been in the prison ?"

"Since long time ago . The case was not revealed to public .Maybe the old man has been replaced to another remote jail by a night train long ago "

" Or someone bribed a guard to release him "

" Or he ended his life in prison. ..commiting suicide"

"Here we are again.. everything still seems blurred . There were some hidden traces of the past we can't get ".

The conversation was stopped by the light that suddenly coming into the dark room .It was like a faint candle blown in long breath of an invisible man.

Glancing at the traces of yesterday decade ,was the past only trash ?

Mount of dreams to climb up the hills to see the flowing ripples on water.

On the dry earth cleavages and corals which scattered around.

In the husky voice ,a man said something about what he has been seeking since long time ago till the end of time.

Then the talk was changing topic ...

It was such a random talk beetween two old chummies..

The wind flew them messages of affinity,a drama talk but done in a slight playful way .

"You want love, but without feeling it. This french poem, for me, is happening to men and woman who want to be loved but can not love, they are such people who demanding for caring, but they don't care themselves ''

" Well ,love is to feel , to have and to give..they who just asking it are like beggars on the street,or politicians who promise all the social welfare but nothing they do after they got voted "

"Love is having and submitting..

Not taking and then run away like a thief..."

"May ask your...O ,my Goodness! Give me a chance as you do to everyone else how to be good as human being in a maximum effort.!"

The wind was blowing harder outside.They might think about what would it be like to be Queen or King, the wise and humble ones , justified and loving towards all the poor people who had hardship and have been labouring all their lifetime but showing smile of thankfulness devotion and patience "

" They have the endurance to still care about neighbors and other people."

"Kindness is forever.."

"Wonderful script.... Rather to say thought.very nice. Keep it up .So beautiful " *

Script? Was it a play or conversation on a stage rather than real talk ?

Everyone who estimated any badness in the old house before considered it as a half house of mystery.

Merida glanced at the man who was again yawning and giving a gesture that he wanted to be left alone .

No clearance after the talk . Everything still having the words perhaps and may be.

Merida just didn't know if the man she asked for some information was really ignorant, didn't know anything and didn't know even better than herself,or rather pretended to be that way ,in other words he hid some facts he had known and didn't want to tell her yet ?

Merida really didn't know.All she knew was ,it's time for her to leave .

" Bye .See you some other time" .She murmured,and shut the door behind .

She opened the car door and ready to go...

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About the time healing.. fact of human life that it needs time to heal the wounds.

No matter how quick time fly or stay stonily..

What a stitch, the fact ,the lucid dream,how a human means nothing sometimes.

She had such gelid marriage life . Nothing actually really change

Good bye

Don't look back again, Never..

She packed some clothes into the bag hurriedly.He folded his arms whilst watching her refraining herself not to cry.

She put some little dresses neatly by bed of the little kids who were sleeping soundly.

Tears still ran down her face when she kissed them on each little forehead .

She had to go without them before they woke up

The rain sounding the storms..but it didn't change her mind even slightly to postpone till the rain stopped.

She kept on going .

Without any hindrance or prevention from the man .