Chapter Eight

Crowds of people began to leave our house. I do not know why, but some chose to wait outside. They said the floor of my house was hot and they could not keep track of it. At first, I was confused because I saw that only one could enter without feeling anything.

But I was wrong, apparently those who came in tried to withstand the unpleasant odors. They said there was an odor like animal carcasses and blood mixed with pus piercing into their nasal cavities. They can't wait any longer. As soon as the yaasin recitation was over, they immediately rushed home.

My brother's body was safely buried after this morning. The situation is very scary. I remembered the blood flowing out through his head. But no. The blood came from his body which was fastened with nails. His body was completely shattered. His throat also has two rusty nails that are already bent.

Ramon and I were really shock. I feel sorry because I said my brother was just acting while he was being tortured. Many times he did that, when it really happened I no longer believed him.

Ramon dreamed on the window sill. The window opened wide as if to open Ramon's eyes to see the beauty of the world. I know he's traumatized. Who is not traumatized after seeing such a horrible situation?

I am also reminded of what happened a few years ago. A pretty horrible incident and involving a girl I really love. But I can’t get too carried away in the memory of the past because grandma and Ramon still need me.

I looked at my grandmother who was looking at me. She seemed to want to call me but for some reason she seemed hesitant.

I took off the scarf that had been on my head for the past 2 hours. My steps were pushed towards my grandmother. I'm sure there's something she wants to say.