Time Ghost

Chapter 32

‘I’m home. Where are you?’

~beep-beep~

It is inscribed with no emotions within. Lilia usually attached expression stickers on the tail of the message for expressing her moods at the time. Smiley represents happiness and joyful feelings about recent events. Frown foretells a woman’s need to have an emotional lift-up, from which initiated supplementary snacks and special-made dinner for two afterwards. Anger embodies her hidden nature that was rising and accumulated from various encounters. In this occasion, Chuck should maintain his own calm demeanor due to ongoing wrath that explodes in their house for cooling off in subsequent manner.

Other expression stickers estimate her randomly assessed excitements or sorrow based on the ones used in the process. Monkey, for example, means that she wanted a banana for lunch. Monkey with added water squirts on the side will determine another sort of business on the bed. She would garnish them sometimes with wolf stickers and a rabbit facing each other.

Curious.

She claimed nothing was happening by the text written here. Diana could have been informed about my approach to Lilia when I was rumbling to capture her presence behind. Sneaky bastard, really.

~bam~

The old man throws a fist into the air,” I must go home. It’s useless to be here, now.” He rattled.

I suppose tomorrow is the day for me to investigate further. Otherwise, I should satisfy her needs to scale up against the howling wind. Who knows, their problem in bed might be the ulterior motive for her mysterious attitude this time around. Frankly speaking, I must discover real Chuck’s method on treating his spouse before seeing myself departing away once more.

If my hypothesis is correct, obviously. It’s too ridiculous to have constant time-travel when there’s no exact period to travel into. I am stuck in 2009 without knowing any reason why, but I’m starting to get the hang of it now.

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~tang-tang~

“The most difficult part of being a farmer is this.”

The old man mumbled. Havana cigars nestled at the corner of his lips. Lilia shared it with him before going to bed, so that the old man could stay awake until the work is done. The woman has given her man a good night kiss earlier. Sounds uncertain to hear about because of last encounter’s trivia. For the woman to develop her romantic self has shown him an issue in figurative manner.

A secret that is yet to be unveiled.

Chuck wears only underwear inside his garage. The combine harvester wails for repair a moment straight after the farmer switches it on for a ride. There are components that was too late to buy for in the market at nine, hence the old man and his do-it-yourself skill in the middle of the night.

~tang-tang~

Hammer on his left smashes many dents on the outskirt of the combine harvester. Next, the old man unbolts the lock to see what is going on within. He inspects the cooling system at the edge of the driver’s seat before moving on to the roller at its front. A wrench dances across many screws that should be opened for further examination to follow. In front of the old man, there are also self-imposed nails and bolts on several parts of the motor.

Yes, Chuck’s brain helps me so much in doing repairs like these. I know that several segments of the machine need to be removed before digging deep into its setting. More or less, the old man and his experience that saves me the hassle on learning something up from the beginning.

Truly fantastic, but also scary. Where’s the actual Chuck gonna be when I assume control in his life?

One tap to the radiator shaft incites a leak from its orifices. For fixing the problem on its surface, the old man wraps it down with duct tape to prevent further leakage on the tube,” Fuh, another answer from our little gray straps. You’re a hero to everyone’s eyes.” The old man said to the duct tape in excitement.

“Now, what’s the issue for our cropping steel? Let’s see…”

As Chuck ventures across the forward-facing cutter blades, the old man perceives a small beam of illumination before the house. Someone was going away with a flashlight for means of elucidation at the front. It is never a robber if the old man sensed no hurried motions in its movement. Could be a visitor, yet it appears too late for an actual visit if it is happening on 11 at night.

Unless someone has called a police officer to take a look, but they will approach the garage first as its lamp were shining bright and well-lit for it to be considered lifeless within. Of course, it instills interest in his mind. The old man quickly snatches one of his binoculars to see who’s who behind,” I’ll have my drone ready if it’s someone to follow.” He mumbled to himself, then fitting the binocular straight after.

~beep-beep~

A woman in mid-40, dressed up in casual shirt and a black trouser at the bottom. She carries nothing but a small handbag on her right arm. The old man makes only a few snaps to be evident in his own conjecture, for him to be astounded against the view.

“It’s Lilia. I wonder where’s she going in such a time.”

Then, the old man rushed to find his surveillance drone. It is stored under the special-made shelves which was placed on the corner to make room for vehicles inside.