Time Ghost

Chapter 35

The old man preferred his couch for getting asleep than to bask against the white-covered mattress at home. Bad memories haunted him, all about a fine-sized woman with younger ones in her clutch. Addictions for greener leaves approached a woman in their mid-40’s to immerse their long-lost vigor back in the day of virginity. Fuels emitted from energetic figure of a young man will entice lady in-decline for their vigorous attitude devours them hard to the brim, much alike to drinking beer under the springs of sunlight.

Wonderful, indeed, but also intoxicating and dangerous to the woman in heat.

“Ugh, I’ll get mad just by thinking of her. Guess you’ll be my bride now, sweetie.” The old man speaks to the combine harvester and smiles a bit. He clams the engine room shut before moving on ahead with other tasks of the day, which are about tending the farm and taking care of its necessities in the morning.

Of course, it will never be the same anymore for today’s errands. The woman should be appearing close on most occasions to cater with his needs on the farm field. Drones will be automatic, for sure, but having those only drives certain aspects of the farm to maintain.

It is distant.

For me, this is nothing but delusional incarnation. She was tender and moist in the grasp of my hand. I have no emotional connections with her, yet lots of people will agree with me, nonetheless. Betrayal is never sweet for the victim. I was nothing but an innocent bystander to their matters at hand. Could I be counted as one? Nobody should determine themselves and walking away from the trouble that they could resolve.

Lilia was nursing the cows at the barn this time around. Chuck comprehends the woman by the grasp of his surveillance drones which dawdles past the livestock shelter several rounds in a row. The old man avoids meeting her in person, even making his own meal for morning to mid-day ones with ramen cup stocks at hand.

~bam-bam~

Two knocks on the wooden frame. Chuck was busy in utilizing the field operations by remote control in his hand. Because of no following answer to the call, another bumps to the door emerge.

“Someone’s at the front. I should try to become a tough nut to c***k today, or that woman will notice of my behavior for the last few hours in a blitz.” He muttered by covering his mouth within left palm.

~bam-bam~

“Honey, it’s lunchtime! I know you’re ‘ere, like this ‘til the cows come home.” She yelled.

The old man swallows a chopstick-full of red-smeared noodles in his own rebellion against the wife. He would never return outside unless someone spilled the beans for him over the issue yesterday, which was yet to be realized in this situation.

~slurp~

Spicy things intensify amount of happiness inside my brain. I read from popular magazine that it will make you high in dopamine and endorphin, which was the main ingredients for pleasure and pain-relieving substance that corresponds to our euphoria after munching one filled with red.

I relished some of those distress-lessening stuff right now, in large quantity that it makes myself cry and feel miserable when I got finished.

Go to hell with you, Lilia. You’re nothing but a disgrace to our small family.

Ten minutes later, no hints of the woman and her highly-pitched tone beyond the entrance to the garage. The old man has cleared up most of the noodles on his plate. All that’s left is the small dip of broth at the corner of its plastic bowl. As Chuck have no idea over her presence, He searches into the camera surveillance system of the drone to find her around.

As nobody got snapped into the frame, Chuck titled his head in confusion,” It’s not just an illusion, right? Am I eating reaper chilis right now?” He took a glance towards the bowl to find no single words mention about such mouth-r****g hotness on its ingredients list.

“Ah-ha! What’s happenin’, my dear cowboy?!”

The woman appears across the gaping window panel on his rear. It shocked him up so much, the man stutters a bit as a result,” You’re insane, Lilia!” He rattled.  Against his mockery, the woman laid out a maniacal laughter to the empty crowd before her.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha! You’ve been found, o’ dirty dog.” Lilia announced. Her left eye closed up in resemblance to a figure of the sea,” Yarr, how’s you doin’, sacking in my yard like ‘dat?!” She said in follows.

~bam!~

Then again, the mysterious lightning strike enters the room to hit its favorite person of the garage.