Chapter 14: A CUP OF TEA 2

Seah’s Point of View

I am still in bed, refusing to go out and spend my free time out doors. I'm planning to visit his grave later in the afternoon. And also, I felt so tired feeling those tiring day for the past few days and having no proper sleep.

I'm planing to sleep beside his grave later. It's been a while since I last slept with him by my side.

Staring at my ceiling for about an hour leads me to get bored. I'm tired but I don't want to be sleepy.

I immediately relaxed and rolled over on my bed. I was lying face down on my bed while I looked out my open window.

The wind coming from outside carried my white curtain away, allowing me to peek at the cloudy sky.

“Tsk!” I turned around and immediately stood up from my bed and immediately went to where my clothes were.

I immediately put on my clothes for taking off and immediately took my guitar from the corner.

I hung my instrument on my back while facing the mirror and bit my lip on my hair tie.

Without a comb, I gathered it in my hand and quickly tied it.

“Bye for now!” I said goodbye to my room and quickly went downstairs with my guitar.

I thought about leaving because I couldn't sleep and I was bored in my room and doing nothing.

I locked the front door like my landlady said and went through the back of the house.

I won't go to the cemetery right away. I'll just wander around and find flowers for his grave.

I just walked so I could exercise and see the area. In the past few days, my routine has only been school and work. I only got my room keys, my guitar, wallet, and phone.

The street is busy. It's probably church and a day of rest today.

There are probably a lot of families, friends, and of course couples scattered around today.

I immediately stopped when I saw a shop. It's mid August and I saw a shop with supposedly Christmas lights and decorations for personalized items.

Without hesitation, I entered the shop and looked around inside.

Third Person's Point of View

After looking inside, she quickly went out and wandered around. She ate, wandered around the mall, played arcade games.

The girl wandered around while carrying her guitar on her back.

She was entertained by what she was doing and enjoyed entertaining herself.

The fatigue she had been feeling for almost the entire week was gone. She spent almost the entire day wandering around and playing at the various arcade stations of the various malls.

And finally the time has come to visit his father's grave.

The sun was about to set and most of the street lights were on. Walking slowly while embracing the cold breeze of air makes her lungs expand.

"It's time," she stated and started to walk towards the direction where she wanted to go.

Along with her guitar and a small bag where she bought something from the store she had seen a while ago.

Seah’s Point of View

I took a jeepney (public transportation) to the cemetery where my father was buried. I was holding a small bag and also carrying my guitar.

I am planning to sing him a song after a long time of not doing it. Since I was a child we used to sing together and laugh a lot after we jammed.

It's already 5:45pm and it's not even dark yet when I arrived. I immediately entered the cemetery and walked the road to where his grave is.

A few moments later, I saw his tombstone. I was surprised to see that there were still fresh flowers on his grave.

“Did someone mistaken you for someone's husband? Or brother? Hahahaha” I joked as I lowered the paper bag I was holding.

“Look,” I immediately placed the guitar in front of him and smiled. His tombstone was stuck to the ground and was surrounded by grass with small wild flowers.

“I didn't bring you flowers. I'm not sure who this is from,” I grabbed the red roses next to his tombstone and stroked his tombstone again.

“By the way, I bought this,” I said and took out the small paper bag I had been carrying earlier.

“I know! I know you will scold me for buying useless things. But really, you are no longer here so you can’t scold me,” I said in a long litany while holding the debatable series light I had bought earlier.

I immediately turned it on and circled it around its tombstone. I also reached for my guitar and immediately took it out of the box and immediately started playing its tune.

“We were supposed to be singing inside of our dim light small house. We are happy and goofing together with our small house with just us two,” strumming while saying those words makes my heart missed him more.

The whole place started to get darker and my series light was the only light I had and his gravestone.

"How I wish I could bring those things back and be happy again," the cold breeze blew my hair that made me close my eyes and feel its cold breeze from my skin.

My eyes started to get wet and I could feel my tears have fallen down on my cheeks.

"Is this you?" I started sobbing on that thought that he might be here with me.

After that feeling I started playing the music we always played and sang together.

Playing every song he loves to play brought back memories I have with him. I don't know but, as long as I can still play those songs I knew he would be right here with me.