CHAPTER 10
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DAEM'S POV
HEARD a faint but audible sob of what appeared to be a woman crying outside his Condo unit. Before Daem stood up from his sofa, he looked at his watch on his left arm.
Daem realized that it was nine o'clock at night and the sky was definitely dark. At times like these, his neighbors must be asleep, but he will have a Night Party at his Condo unit, he invited his friends to have fun. Today is his birthday the day he was born, his family should be with him at this time.
But that thing is impossible, but why is it impossible? Because even though he has a family as he feels he doesn't have a family, he doesn't have a family that should be with him through thick and thin.
It's painful to think about but he knows in himself that he never had a family because his father didn't hold him accountable. A father who is good at making children, but when it comes to responsibility, the pace is fast. As for his father's real wife, when she heard that her husband had another woman.
Yes! His mother is not the first and last mistress because everyone who fails will be punished by his father who does not know how to be satisfied with one. If only he could slap his father's wife so that he would wake up from his folly.
He is amazed at the stupidity of his father's wife that he calls love---He is cheating on her with his back, he has experienced the ultimate face-to-face cheating and he is still able to forgive. As for his father, if only he could follow his own father.
He did it for a long time but what will he gain? When he kicks him will he be a good father? It's not like that, why would he waste his time here. As for his father's new wife, he was amazed because when she became pregnant and his father ordered the child to be aborted, he chose to divorce his father and take care of the child, something his mother did not do.
As for his mother, the last news he had here was that she was very sad and worried about her son with leukemia, something that he envied because never once in his life did she show sadness when she left him with his grandparents he.
When he also left his responsibility to her, he went with the foreigner he married in another country and most of all he felt that she never once felt concern for him while they were apart because he did not say a single greeting. It's hurt to say but his mother never values his existence.
They say---every mother in this world has the instinct to love and nurture her offspring, but not all is like that.
Because there are parents who are like a dog if they leave and give away the child they carried for nine months. Maybe he didn't want her to be alive because he knew that she tried to abort him.
While his grandfather and grandmother have given up on him, he doesn't know if they still care about him. That's why he's alone, maybe it's written in his destiny to be alone that's why even his parents left him and maybe his grandparents abandoned him.
He will live alone, so maybe he has no desire to live. Before he tried to kill himself, but because of self pity he stopped.
If they can't love me, I should love myself---but how can he love himself if those around him can't love him, how can he appreciate his life if he ignored it from the beginning these are the people who gave it to him.
The tears of sadness that he was holding back fell from his face with traces of the pain he was feeling and he wiped them away.
❝Men don't cry, men don't feel pain.❞ words a pilot says in his sailing to stay strong in a world that will soften you over and over again with every bruise that is the reality of the world.
His tears fell spontaneously, not wanting to be stopped from falling down her cheeks. But in reality what he said is not true because men are just people who can be made to cry but if a man cries it is hidden so that no one can see because a man should be strong in everyone's eyes even if deep inside he is already weak this.
It is not a stone to not feel pain but as long as it can hide the pain it will hide it. He took a tissue paper, and wiped away the tears that fell again.
Daem fixed himself before stepping towards the door, when he finally opened it he immediately noticed the woman crying on the side. And he realized that that girl was Angel who was currently bent over and that he would never see her face, but that he would hear her every sob.
How did she know? Where I live? His question was answered when he remembered that he had given him the address where the Night Party would be held. And this Night Party will be held in his Condo, he doesn't care if his neighbor gets f****d because he is paying and above all he is a friend of the son of the owner of this Condominium.
He looked at his watch on his left hand again, he had to wait for almost an hour before his other guests arrived but Angel was already here outside his Condo unit. He can't let her wait outside for an hour so he has no choice but to let her stay inside his condo unit.
He's a man while she's a woman, he knows, it's ugly to see if he'll let her inside his condo unit.
But it's worse to see, if he lets her sleep and hang out outside his Condo unit. Whatever. He coughed softly to get her attention.
❝Why are you so early?❞ he asked here. When he tried to stand up, he noticed that it was difficult for him to get up, maybe because he had been sitting for a long time and that his knees were crooked.
He held out his left hand to help her stand, when Angel took her right hand in his. He immediately closed his palm and with all his strength but with caution he pulled it higher.
When he pulled it and stood up, the distance between their faces almost narrowed. He could smell her fragrant breath and hurt in the world but the same sadness that connects them both.
He doesn't want anyone to see his eyes full of sadness, the only thing he shows is the lie that he always draws on his lips.
So he redraws again a fake smile he always presents to everyone, but is it easy to present here? It has also experienced the whiplash of the painful world, so it is impossible not to see the eyes that are tired from fighting.
❝You didn't say the exact time,❞ it explained.
❝I'm sorry, I forget,❞ he apologized. He gave her a smile, but she knew it was just as fake as hers.
❝It's okay,❞ was the only answer.
He noticed that both of her cheeks were slightly moist, maybe because of the tears that fell from her eyes, she took a little tissue paper from her pocket and wiped his face.
❝You cried?❞ she asked even though the answer was obvious, the fake smile gradually drew back on his lips.
❝I just slept,❞It's a lie.
It was only then that he realized that they had something in common with the woman in front of him now, they were both deceiving themselves that they were fine even though the truth was that their feelings had been destroyed by every painful blow from the world, which could not be avoided.
There are people who smile to hide the pain they feel because they don't want the people around them to worry and above all they don't want to feel sorry for them. They pretend that they are stronger even deep in side they are also weak.
We smiled even we're in pain.
- Writer
