The JOURNEY of DAILY

Sense

·         “You know miss, I think…this house has paranormal activities” I glared at my 12 years old student. Though he is a very intellectual, yet he sometimes gives me this creepy feeling. And now, today, he was talking about paranormal activity. “and…why do you feel this?” “because, I have eyes that can catch some inhuman things.” “Concentrate on your study, okay?” he didn’t say much after that. His word was shocking for me also. But, in a moment I forgot about it. Maybe there was only 15 minutes left of his study hour. He began to say again “You don’t believe me miss?” “Believe what?” “That…that I can see ghosts.” “Who in the world would believe that?” hearing this, he stared me blankly. Than twitched his mouth “But I know you do…” My pupil shrunk. I was little taken a back. Then again, I tried to not pay any heed of his words. Boys at his age do imaginations and make them real life story. I left his house as my time was over. The day was exhausting. I had 3 my assignments left. It seems like I have to cancel my next student’s schedule.

(The next morning) A child was playing with her mom. What a great scenario! “Hey, what are you staring?” “Nothing...” My friend followed my stare. “That street kid is mad I guess. Always, talking with air.” “Hmm...” I didn’t add further. “Let’s go to the café, we all are going at CHILLOX. Wanna join us?” “No, I am fine. I have tuition. You guys head up.” I started making steps for the student. Somehow, I want to visit him today earlier. My head is spinning with his words that I wanted to ignore. “Hey,” I stared at the man who suddenly greeted me out of no where. Why is he saying me hello? “What? Why are you saying me hello!” “I thought you just glanced at me. Didn’t you?” I gulped. s**t! I accidently saw him. “Please do me a favor. If you see any crazy woman blabbering nonsense just tell her that I am lying under that manhole.” “Oh…ok” I just passed by the man quickly and entered the building. There is a sweet fragrance I can smell. “Miss? You are early today.” “Yes, I am busy today. So, I thought I can hit you early. Bring the algebraic chapter…” I started yawning. “Mam, can you smell something?” “No” I declined his thoughts. My student pouted. “Miss, do even miss your old boyfriend?” “what?” I straightened up my back. Does he know he is crossing his limits? Wait, I have never told him about this. Not just him. I have never said any word about this. “You think he left you?” The boy sighed . “Shut up!” “Mam, I am sorry for startling you this way.” My mind suddenly went blank. So, He was killed! He didn’t leave me…he was killed? “Miss, He met an accident in the lift.” “Accident?” “Yes, miss I can only talk with them those who met an accident…Just like you can only talk with those who encountered a murderer.” I was a mess from inside myself. I tried to calm myself. Well, It didn’t work really, but I tried. “Listen…boy” “Yes miss...” “Where is your mom?” “My mom died when I was 5.” I looked at him. So, the lady really isn’t his mom. “Your mom said, she loves you and…she will be with you every time.”  The boy didn’t look too shock. He just sighed and said, “Your man also said he loves you very much and said…you should accept the marriage proposal came one week ago.” We both looked each other blankly and laughed for a moment. It happens when you find someone weird as you.

Yes, I know that I can talk with those who were murdered. I know, that stranger guy wasn’t really a guy. I know, that the child wasn’t playing with air. I just ignore them. If I have to prove myself a stable person, then I should ignore them.