Chapter 6

When the bowls were emptied, Lester stood up and went back to the kitchen again to refill them. He was delighted that Mister Lucas liked the chicken he cooked. Of course, it was everyone's wish to like their cooking.

As Lester walked to the kitchen, he heard Mister Lucas thought saying, "It's so nice to taste your cooking again, Lester. I've been longing for it for a long time. I'm satisfied today."

Hearing those, Lester smiled broadly and continued to refill the bowls. He was about to went back to the living room when his gaze fled to the mirror hanging on the wall. He remembered an old story when he was a child. The story said something like this, "The mirror is like an eye of our soul. Nothing can be hidden in it. Those who are pretentious can not lie in front of the mirror. What the naked human eye can't see, the mirror can reveal it. Nothing can be hidden."

After recalling the story, Lester put down the bowls on the table with a pounding heart. Then he walked towards the mirror and pretended to look at himself there, making sure he was neat and handsome in front of Mister Lucas.

He was about to leave when Lester's eyes met a pair of silver eyes looking at him in the mirror!

His heart dropped to the floor. It was like there was cold water poured on him from head to toe. Lester was dumbfounded when the familiar young man in the mirror smiled at him!

Long silver hair with gold leaves designs inserted and clinging unto the hair at the top of his upper ears. He was wearing a long gray dress with special gold engravings in it, and most of all, the beautiful silver eyes that looking at him with passion. He was not an old man either but a young man in his thirties, sitting on the living room's wooden sofa with a goblet of wine in his hand.

Lester saw none other than the man in his dream, Ezekiel! He was not an old man at all, unlike what Mister Lucas told them!

That was the appearance of Lester's guest in the mirror.

His knees melted and could not find any strength for a moment, Lester's heart throbbing in shock. He put his hand on the wall to gather some strength and he quickly regained his composure. He shook his head and looked away from Mister Lucas's eyes. Lester went back to his seat and pretended nothing happened moments ago. He immediately reached his glass and drink his wine quietly.

'I think I'm drunk,' Lester thought. He poured another wine into his glass and drink again. He could not stop thinking. 'I will wait for the right time that you mentioned. I won't force you now but please don't leave me again.' And he silently prayed to the deities.

Despite many unanswered questions, Lester knew it was not yet the right time to ask. He chatted enthusiastically to his visitor and pretended he did not know anything about him until it was already midnight.

After the old man left, Lester hurried to the kitchen and looked for the bag he used the other day. He rummaged the bag after he found it and looked for the dirty jar. He ran to the sink and washed it carefully.

Lester's knees trembled when the smooth and white skin of the jar appeared. There was a blue engraving on it, it was not just any random word, it was written very carefully in a capitalized letter, 'LESTER'.

He did not know how long he stood in front of the sink. Too much shock happened to Lester in just a day. It was very hard to digest. After a long while, Lester wiped the jar carefully and brought it to his bedroom. He put it on the bedside table very very carefully like it was an expensive treasure. Not long after, Lester fell asleep soundly. Maybe because of the alcohol's influence.

The next evening.

Mrs. Wang sitting in the living room staring blankly at the emptiness while holding a paper in her hands when Lester arrived from the farm.

Lester hurried to the kitchen and put all his farm things and went back to the living room. He spoke to his mother with concern.

"Mother, is there a problem? Why are you anxious?" Lester caressed his mother's back carefully.

"Lester, my son. This letter originated from your uncle in America. He said that he received your father's letter too late, so his response is too late. In your father's message, he begged for your uncle to help you work in America in case his life will be put in danger as if he knew what will happen to him. He asked for help from your uncle so that we can have a better life and you can have a good future. As only wish of your father, your uncle wants to grant it as soon as possible and bring you in America."

Lester was speechless and dumbfounded. He does not know what to say. His nerves trembled and fear arose from his heart. He thought, 'It's impossible! I cannot go! I have so many unanswered questions yet, how can I leave like this?' He was angry.

"Wha...what do you want me to do, Mother? But I can't leave you alone here!" Lester tried to persuade his mother.

"Next week, your uncle's people will come here to fetch you."

"Why is that so sudden, Mother?! All of a sudden I'm going to leave you?! How about my crops?! How can I leave you alone here? What about you?! I can give you anything you want, we are not that poor! We eat well and well. I will work harder, Mother. I beg to disagree."

But that's not his only point...

'How about my questions? How about Ezekiel?! Furthermore, how am I going to find out everything if I'm going to leave?' Just thinking and imagining all of these made Lester very disgusted.

But does Lester have a choice? It's the only wish of his late father, how can he disobey?

Lester's heart sank, he was so sad.

He ran out of the house angrily and went to the pallet not far away. Forcing himself to calm down, Lester sat on the pallet and sighed deeply. He fell into deep thoughts.

"Lester! Lester! Are you going to leave me?" a familiar voice spoke from nowhere.

Lester could feel the sadness in that voice but he can't do anything. He cannot disobey his father's will. Lester knew that his father only thinking about his sake.

"I will come back. I promise I will come back to you!" Lester felt the cold embrace after he whispered those words into the thin air.