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The smell of lilies became one with the earth’s by wind’s will.
The man stood by his precious’ resting place. Thousands of words swallowed down his throat. The exploding flower near makes his tears shone, but the night’s wind immediately dries it.
While the white as snow haired boy put another bouquet on the graves. He kept silent as he, too, weeps.
Then the silence drowned them, with those exploding flowers in the sky still herding the souls.
The nineteen-year-old keeps humming as she wipes those dirty plates. Freedom Restaurant has been very busy these days. It really wears out the tiny family, especially when only the owner of the curry shop can cook. The girl, Naria, helped the shop by being the cleaner and waitress. With her friendly trait, it will be easier to attract customers.
Many chatters from diverse customers filled the curry shop. She walks around while giving them their orders. Naria knew some of the regulars. In the morning, a lovely old lady who owns a tiny bookshop always orders a low spicy level curry and a green tea with one cube of sugar, and usually sits in the corner with a book in hand. Beside her table usually sits a man with heavy eyebags and a bag full of work files, he works for the government. Naria could swear that sometimes she caught him weeping while seeing the files he had.
In the afternoon not many come to the shop, so she could have a breather and clean the shop without being bombarded by lots of orders.
Now, after-work time—the shop is often crowded. Usually the shop is filled with groups of students that some of them Naria be acquainted with, they sometimes asked her to help them with homework. Aside from the students, there are also families who are curious, or just hungry and want to have some homemade curry.
Although she couldn’t take a rest even a minute, Naria still had that happy smile plastered on her face. ‘At least the money will be good.’
The rush hour stopped when the sun was halfway swallowed in the sky. Her uncle, the owner, thanked and dismissed her so she could rest.
Her routine starts when the moon replaces as a natural light for the world. When she was sure her uncle was deep asleep, Naria slipped out from her bedroom window. A series of lines shone with the color of leaf surrounding her, showing a set of snow-white wings as they gone.
The child of angel flew to the roof and sat there. No more beautiful smile that made her glow. A flat line on her lips stays permanent at this time. Her gaze went vacant as she stared forward. She never knew if this habit of hers would disappear for good. She got tired of concealing her black circles every morning. She didn’t know if the tiny, unknown fear in her heart would go away if she did this.
Or if her monologue with her mind will help her get something out .