Watching the TV was but a small ordeal after waking up. You know what they say, a sinetron gets the moms hyped. But, well it seems only the news channel that seems to be on right now. Getting on the couch while making myself comfy. I pushed the channel button with a surprising amount of power. I really need to fix this remote, the outer part was already filled with scratchings reminiscent of cats.
Strange, I dont have cats. My parents hate cats too. Well, who knows maybe some ghosts just hates me and decided to ruin this piece of good remote. Well.....its currently not my problem.
*Ting tong
The sound of the doorbell was on and ringing on the front door. A rustling sound was shoved to the front door. While the living room is close to the front door, it wasnt enough to make some sound this loud. "Honeey ? Can you check who is it at the front door ?" My mother's loud and sweet voice echoed across the kitchen to the living room. The smell of something delicious which I proudly can say is stirred meat and vegetables was starting to make my stomach rumble in excitement.
"Of course, Mom." I answered her call with a taint of laziness seeping through, I dont want to upset her anyways. Dont want yesterday to happen again.
"Thank you, sweetheart. In the meanwhile...can you set dinner here ?" My mother ordered me again. Alright. I noted the new quest in my mind. My barefoot colliding against the floor gave away my location. Reaching the front door, I turned on the lightswitch beside the door. Wanted to save up electricity, ending up on this front door permanently dark.
The sight of a crumpled newspaper no doubt because the sender was hasty enough to quickly slide it through the door. Squatting down, I picked uo the dusty newspaper with both my two hands.
"Date Of Death" Huh....I never subscribed to this news. Was the mailman wrong tonight...better yet, why during the night time when most mailman was laready clocking out ? Opening the front door, I tried to get a hold of the whereabouts of this mysterious mailman. No signs, whatsoever. If not, I am the fool who thinks these fast mailmans can be captured by my slowpoke speed.
Bless my genes.
Holding up the newspaper while going back to the front door was a bit of a hassle thanks to my clumsy self. Thankfully, I survived.
'The title was a bit misleading' was my first thought, but thinking again...my father would definitely subscribe to these kinds of stuff. His occult lover self just can't be contained it seems.
Closing the front door, I went to the couch not forgetting to take off my sandals first. "Date Of Death"...what a funny title. My father would love this. Well....I guess snopping a little wouldnt hurt him. Finally reading the crumpled newspaper was quite a difficult task to smoothen out those wrinkles the mailman gave.
And for once....this seemed to intrigue me. The texts in this newspaper seemed to show "the date of death" in each person. What a load of crap. "HONEEY !!! CAN YOU HELP ME HERE ?!!" My mother's shouting voice ringed in my ears. Right ! I forgot to help her set dinner. Darn it...
"Yes MOM !! I WILL BE RIGHT THERE !!" Running as fast as I could, my mother's angry face greeted me like the sun in the morning. It was expected, I'm such an amnesiac.
"What did I say with playing those games ?!!" My mother angrily shouted at me trying to make her point clear. My ears were already accustomed to this speech though, I do admit. Her sad face does hurt my conscience.
"Im sorry...mom. I promise I would do it now !!" I tried to cool down her raging fire, but what does a thousand failed promises amount to her ? Nothing. Im such a bad child. Her sighing voice stopped my spiralling self and gave me a dissapointed face. Of course, without wasting time, I took the plates and spoons and set the table without waiting for her order. I tried to make the table as neat as possible, but I have to admit my mother's crafty hands are the greatest one ever. I walked and helped her put down those sweet and salty meat on the table. Still piping hot as ever. As I helped my mother, my older sister seemed to find the newspaper I left behind on the couch. She rummages through the pages not reading even a single text. Stopping for once, she turned her head towards my direction suddenly.
"Hey...I FOUND YOUR NAME !!!"
She laughed out loud at her joke. And my dumbfounded face seemed to turn up her volume.