Love in a Mist or Devil in a Brush.

We all get our price, heart with heart, life with life, and death with death.
We know who we are, people will know what we did.
So do you. I whisper.
The wind is blowing into my face, bringing the fresh air into my breath. My dad is
hugging me from my back. He then whispering something into my ear. My tear is coming out, it
is pouring down into the ground where the life begins. I am in the grave where my love is
leaving there. My hands are still holding his flower, the white Lilly. She is a very beautiful and
nice person, and as she always tells me. The sun always raises in the next morning, the same as
me my love. No matter what..., I will always stay beside you. No matter what... Thank you for
your attention My short story is ending.
Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong The bell is ringing, the class is over. People are walking around,
they are chatting and joking but Im not interested with the activities. I have no friends. While I
am thinking there is no one who is good enough to spend time with. I walk through the door, go
to the parking. The car is ready for me. I take a step in and sit in the car. The car is moving, it is
driving on the way back to my palace.
Welcome home my lady. Anna, my house maid welcomes me as she always does.
Thank you, Anna. And where is my mom, is she home? I ask her some questions.
Yes, she is in her room. She answers.
My lady, you have just arrived. I will bring you some tea. She gives her service.
No, thank you. I want to see my mom first then I will be back. I ignore her concern and
give her a reason.
Yes, my lady. She interacts.
There are windows along the way, I keep walking on the white carpet. While the sun is
shining and its light is passing through the windows. It is reflected on the diamonds which are
decorated on the ceiling lights and also the wall lamps. The smell of lavender is everywhere. I

walk until the end of the way. There is a big white door, it is sculpted like a Roman style and
decorated with Jewelry.
Knock, knock I am knocking the door. The door is opened, its my mother who opens the
door.
Good afternoon, mom. I say.
Oh! Emma why are you coming back so early today? My mom answers me back.
Today, I have no meeting. May I come in please? I smile.
Ah! No! You should go back to your room first, and when I finished with my
businesses. She stopped for seconds then smiles. I will call you okay? She kisses on my
forehead and closes the door. Love you my sweet heart.
I feel a bit irritated that my mom is too busy for the day. I step back from the door, turn to
the way and walk back to the direction I passed before then I turn to the next door. This door is
brown, and it is bigger than my mothers room. The door is created from Teak, sculpting as
European style, and decorated by colored glasses. I lay my hand on the wood, put it off slowly.
The door is opened, the light is shining on me. The air is so fresh. My skin is getting warm. The
tear is pouring from my eyes, but I feel impress. My roses are blooming now. The birds are
singing while they are flying on the sky. I walk to the table at the center of the garden where I am
surrounded by my white roses.
That is my daddy. I know it. I know it. Hahaha!!! I was about to laugh, and about to
cry at the same time, I ran through to him like nothing the Earth is mine, and nothing in life to be
worry about. I gave him my very big kiss, and hug. He always kissed me on my left cheek, right
cheek, my chin, my mouth, my forehead, and my head. He always held my hand, told me his joke
and made me laugh. I was too damn happy like the rainbow that would never end, and storm will
never come. My fathers love is everywhere inside my heart.
I pick up one rose, I feel a little hurt. My blood is pouring out, and touching the rose. The
rose is no longer pure white but it has red spots on it. I kiss my mouth on my wound, hoping my
blood will stop. I walk around to see how beautiful my rose garden is. All my roses are beautiful.
They are the same as what I always expect them to be. I take care of them with all my heart

dad. Now you are with me, I know it, I feel it. I sit on the chair, breathe the air. The tea is served,
the taste of it is soft and smooth as it always be. Everything is too good for me today. The song is
opened in my heart.
Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that theyre startin to sings, so fine.
The light was shined from the hanging lamp. It was decorated from golden materials and
diamond accessories. It shined through the diamond. Then it is reflected to the floor. The floor
was created from several colors of marble and granite. Some are white, some are pink, and some
are black. Then it became gold. My dad was stepping forward while my mom was stepping
backward. They were slowly sharing, and repeating one another step as majestically as a prince
and a princess in the fairy tale. They were always opening the floor with their dignified and
intelligent dances but it was just before.
Odd, odd, odd. The sign of telephone kept running its sound.
Hello, Mathews speaking. My dad spoke
Daddy, its me, Emma. I interacted.
Sorry for interrupting you daddy. I began the conversation.
Its okay my love, what is it? He consoled me.
It is mom, daddy. She is sick, now we are at the Hospital. I hurried.
Will you come? I concerned.
Oh, dear daddy wants to But you know, daddy cant. He rejected.
Please take a good care of your mom, daddy will be there as soon as possible.
Tell your mom, how much I love her.
Love you. He said farewell.
I love you too, daddy. I said farewell even though I did not want to.

My eyes are almost closed, and its just before my world is going to be too dark. Where it
has no light, and the only thing I could imagine about. A man is walking off from the room then a
women is following him. He holds her hand. They walk together along the way of my mothers
room. Then he stops, he lays his lips on her mouth. His hands touch her waist while her waist is
touching his body. Her hands lay down on his shoulders. While they are turning around if there is
a piece of music. Both green and blown leaves are blowing. They are passing across my eyes but
the picture of them through the window is still very clear. His eyes are as blue as the sky, his lips
are as red as my moms lipstick.
The sky is changing its color, there is no more bright but getting darker and darker. My
eyes have already lost their focus. I feel more pain from my hand. The hand that still holding the
white rose. I heart a sound, a sound which comes from nowhere. Let it goes but keeps it still. The
smell of blood is everywhere around my nose. The fresh green grass turns to black while the
drops of water on the grass are red. My heart almost stops breathing then it breathes faster. I walk
to the window, looking for my answer. My heart beats really fast as I get nearer to the door. Then
I stop.
Doctor Arthur Hudson, you have done a criminal crime by poisoning Lord Matthew
Wisely. Leading him go to the death by propose and meditated with consciousness. Doctor
Arthur Hudson, from the evidences and your confession. Your final judgment is to be executed,
but because of your confession that is benefit for the crime. You will be imprisoned for the rest of
your life instead of executed. According to the criminal crime law section 288, whoever kill
another person must be punished by imprisoned between fifteen years to twenty five years, whole
life, or executed. The picture, the sound and the emotion of that day are still remain in my heart
and stick on head. The face of that murderer always comes up along with my dad. It always
comes whenever I miss him.
I take a deep breath, my soul is repaired. My brain is clear now. My hands become free, I
am no longer holding my rose, wishing my hands will never hurt again. There are so many
reasons why water should come out from my eyes, my knees should fall on the grass. But why
am I not? I ask myself. I look up to the sky. The sky is blue while the cloud is white. The sun is
red, while its shine is bright. I will never know, what sky on the other sides look like, if I have

never been there, or even I used to; I will never know what is happening on this sky while I am
not here.
I turn back to see where my rose garden is located then I walk to the Teak door. I lay my
hand, and release a bit force. The door is opened while the song is sung inside my heart. Just
close your eyes. The sun is going down. Youll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come
morning light. You and Ill be safe and sound. The man is already gone. I turn around to see if
there is someone there. There is no one at all, so I walk to my moms room. Its almost dinner
time. I am there when the door is opened. That is my mom, she is smiling and looking at me.
Comes, Emma I smile back to her as I always do.
I come inside the room. There are two jars stay on the either side of the door. Both jars
are containing the blooming red roses. The color of the roses are as red as my blood on the white
flower. The smell of her Aroma perfume is now staying everywhere. I am following my mother,
she sits on her bed then she gives me a very big hug. I kiss her cheeks. I turn my face around but
my eyes are focusing on the picture at the wall next to the television. Its gone. There has no my
father love inside her heart anymore. On the other hands, it never had. Her bed is a bit messy like
she just gets out of it. I slowly turn my face back to hers. I keep looking into her face as if it has
something strange. She keeps looking at me also, she keeps smiling and says nothing. I think, its
time to make a conversation, so I start.
Mom, I know you are so busy with the company and many activities out there. I stop
for a second then continue. My voice is shaking, and heart is pumping even harder and harder. I
lay my hand on my chest then I continue my speech. Tomorrow is the anniversary date of
fathers death, do you remember it mom? Her smile slowly disappears then she smiles again.
Of course, tomorrow is your fathers anniversary. I remember it, why not.
I smile back to her as I feel impressed with her answer. Its nothing mom, just want to
tell you that tomorrow, I will visit his grave earlier than what I told you last week.
Why do you need to, darling? You can go with me, so we can talk about your father, I
will tell you everything about your dad, even how he flirted me. She smiles while she is
laughing.

I am looking into her eyes. I hold her hands, and I kiss them. Your hands are so sweet
mother. I hug her with all my arms. Hug me mother, please never let me go.
I will never let you go, my love. She gives me her warm.
The same as me, mom I give hers my words.
I move a bit nearer then I whisper into her ear. It is a soft and silent sound but Im sure
she hears it. Her hands slowly release, putting me off from her. Her hands are shaking then her
whole body is shaking. What did you say? There is no answer from me to her but she keeps
asking What is it? her voice is getting colder and louder. I ask you. What is it? I reply
nothing, and keep my silence. I slowly take steps back away from hers to the door. I keep
watching her, like I will never turn my face out of her eyes. Her tear is flooded out like a nimbus
over her eyes. Her hands are holding on to her chest. She screams, it implies that her chest is
hurt. Her crying is cursing her heart.
De Dear, ple please help me, bring me the medicine. She has a very difficult breathing.
She is not quite well. Pl ple please, bring it to me. I keep watching hers. There is no tear for
me, when it almost becomes blood for her. Where is my mothers beautiful face? I concern. She
keeps screaming as if someone could hear and help but there is no one at all, except me. Before
her last breath would come, she lays herself down on the floor, and smiles. While there almost is
no more oxygen comes into her lungs. Her heart is no longer working. I walk closer to where she
is. Her breaths already gone. Her body is losing warm. Im hugging her, hers who body is cold
now. Its only me now, its only me. I look back onto her face. You gave me your face mom,
with your lip, your pale skin, and your big brown eyes. You gave me almost everything.
But you didnt give me one mom. I kiss her face.
Your truth. I define.
The water is pouring onto my face, and it keeps pouring out as it is never going to be
stop. While my face is wetted, my hands are too heavy to clean it off. The water is still expressed
out from my eyes, and as if it is a big dark cloud above my eyes. Therefore the rain is my tear.
The sky is getting dark while the moon is replacing the sun. The stars are too small to shine the
light for someone who is losing like me. To bring me back from the dark, they need more light to

shine on me, though my eyes. My eyes are blinded. My brain stops working. All I am knowing
for now. Its now my time to get my price.