The Demand of The Death

Grace misses Mother. A half year gone by, Mother has passed away. Grace trapped in loneliness without Mother. A hicup is like gnaw on her whole body. Her lips touches a picture of Mother in warmness, and then put it in to the shelf.

Her eyes are opened. The room started a motion. It turns fastly. The whole furniture beats along Grace’s fear. The people is screaming running back and forth through the hallway. She jump out of the bed. Unforgot to take the picture of Mother. Grace go out of her room. When she open the door, the hallway has fullfilled by a hectic fear of people. Grace puts the picture into her pocket. She runs to the room 201, it is Afra’s room.
Grace pounds on the door hardly. No answer. She keeps punching the door, but still no answer comes. Grace is getting a huge concern. She won’t leave Afra, her only buddy. It will be alright if only the door is not locked, it could be the sign if she has escape. The ambience is turning to grip. The lights upper along the hallway are flickering, leaving a scary sense. Grace screams Afra’s name. The woodflakes scattered around the air. The floor stamped decreasing parity of her legs. She screamss and scream as loud as she can, Afra still haven’t open the door. Grace gave up. She slams the door perforce.

The room is clear. Slowly she’s stepping on to Afra’s bedroom. She found the row of flaming candles  on the wood loft at the wall. Her eyes are staring one the picture on it one by one carefully.

The first picture shows the face of Kiara Elanor. She died in fire at her home. Soon her parent is saparated. Grace knows Elanor family because they are her neightboorhood when she was in middle school.

The second picture is... Mother.

And next, there is an empty frame.

Grace doesn’t understand. All  of this stuff is confusing. Grace should to find out.Grace never know that Afra is having Mother and Kiara picture. Both person that Grace has known, but Afra never knows. Grace back to the center room, but it’s totally changing. There’s no couch, no television, or anything she saw before. The woodflakes vanished away, even the earthquake.

An odd room with the wall loaded by  paintings of many faces as an object. Each their back painted a blurry wings. Grace is staring some paintings. Ones she knows,  is Dr.Hebikus Pertalius. He is a popular scientist in era 1990. Grace got it from the news that published in every single media. As since that, people uproar with his death cause on cancer. He passed in 1995. Once more, Grace distract her point of view to the right angle below. It officially stamped a handwriting with Afra’s signature. The gold ink wrote, Thursday, 15 of September 1995. The red ones, 16 of September 1995.

“The gold explains the time when i’m done with the paint. Whereas the red explains the time he’s gone.” Someone in the middle shout out . It’s Afra.

“Afra! What is this place and why–”

“They all come in dreams. They beg me, including Grace’s mother. They all cried out their each requests. I never like their demands on me.”

Afra is standing on the middle with the canvas beside her. The floor surface under her legs scratched by some dried off graffiti. Afra’s tears fall to drip. Her chest in narrow. Remorse obsess her soul

Afra guides to the other side wall. She’s again know the face from the painting. That’s Mother. At right angle below, there are scratches from the gold and red ink. Both ink shows the same date, it’s 20 of July 2012. Mother’s death day.

“Carelles anytime the painting has done. Predestined hour would come after, fastly or slowly. The date right the same, but the end of the age is still different.” Afra put her index finger to the gold ink. “The process is complete in the morning.” Her index finger move  to the red ink. “And then, go at the evening.”

“You know–”

“I apologies, Grace because i can not be a good friend. This thing... i can’t be normal. Your mother asked me to do this for you too. She wanted to be with, Grace.”

Afra pull Grace closer to the canvas. She turns the canvas easel presence Grace. The painting that almost complete. The face looked familiar although only in the white and black association. At the right angle below, scratching the date today only in in gold ink, Monday, 20 of January 2013. The earthquake is coming back. Grace took off away in scareness and dissapointing feeling. Afra put the red ink to finish her painting.