The world is getting darker n darker everyday. There are natural disasters at different corners of the world and many animals were dead out of no reason. THE END IS NEAR. Thought Jon.
The rainstorm doesn't seem to stop here in England too. The rain has been splashing the car window for hours. "Isn't it weird? my house is just right opposite the street but i have to sit in the car and wait...geez..." complaint Jonathan while he took out the cigarette from his pocket. Kisha was here since an hour ago. As usual, the beautiful white mansion has become a war zone.
It's always stressful to hang around Nigel but it is worse when Nigel is in a bad mood. "Frighthening? horrible? disastrous? all of these describe the feeling in my mind...ahhh..." said Jon "If only she was here. She would have make me feel better." She always make him feel better no matter what is happening around him. Even her slightest smile would make him feel warmed. Unfortunately, she had to leave the town for a few months. And the reason was not even convincing. Thought Jon.
Jon gaze at the empty seat beside him for a while. He then decided to put the cigarette back into his pocket.
A car move out of the front gate of the white mansion. Jonathan watches as the car was driven away.
"It's time to go home."
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"Were you waiting in the rain?" asked Nigel.
"yes..." answered jon softly.
"You must be out of your mind! Can't you see there is a thunder storm out there? Jesus!.... When will you start to grow up?" shouted Nigel.
Jon just stand there pretending that he did not hear anything.
He walk back to his room after he heard a loud bang coming from Nigel's room's door.
"Here we go again." Jon.
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In his room, he switched on the laptop n started staring at the blank screen.
"Did i make a mistake? I should have stop Kisha... but I didn't have much choice. It all happened too fast and i had to make a decision. Was it wrong? Was it my fault again?!...oh....Ouch! my head.." he suddenlly feel pain all around his head
"i really have to calm myself down." he took out 2 painkillers n swallow them along with the cold water that was left on the table since that morning.
He sat on the big brown chair n close his eyes...
Novry - the begin of a secret - chapter one
jonathan seems to face a lot of problems these day..... well, it's not exactly him who face all the problem.... it's his brother.... nigel... and the major headache kisha who cant seem to stop bothering nigel... it's not a 'first-time-event' but every time it happens... it's just like a new niddle being stucked on jonathan's butt... small but painful... barely noticeable but hard to ignore.... yes.... pure frustration.... and worst.... other relative has even interfere and this has created new problems for poor Jon... he just cant seem to find a way out... the beer he holds in his hand has turned warm but he has not realized that... he has totally spaced out standing in the backyard.
trees shaking as the wind blows towards him.. he can feel the breeze tru his hair n fingers...but that does not make him any feel better
"oh poor nina...and what shud we do about that?...it's definitely a problem with no perfect solution... that...i'm sure...what's with her mum lately anyways? stress again? ha...like there has been any difference in all these years... i hope nina wud feel better now.. there nothing much she can help." whisper Jonathan.
"and there is exactly nothing i can do about it... how ironic...i still rmb how gud i was at solving these mess but now i just feel like taking out a gun n shoots everyone down...it's driving me insane." mumbling to himself in frustration.
standing in the darkness, he took a sip of the bitter beer n walk back to his bedroom. Lying there on the old wooden bed, he stared at the shadows of the waving trees outside the window for half and hour. finally, his tired eyes were closed.
trees shaking as the wind blows towards him.. he can feel the breeze tru his hair n fingers...but that does not make him any feel better
"oh poor nina...and what shud we do about that?...it's definitely a problem with no perfect solution... that...i'm sure...what's with her mum lately anyways? stress again? ha...like there has been any difference in all these years... i hope nina wud feel better now.. there nothing much she can help." whisper Jonathan.
"and there is exactly nothing i can do about it... how ironic...i still rmb how gud i was at solving these mess but now i just feel like taking out a gun n shoots everyone down...it's driving me insane." mumbling to himself in frustration.
standing in the darkness, he took a sip of the bitter beer n walk back to his bedroom. Lying there on the old wooden bed, he stared at the shadows of the waving trees outside the window for half and hour. finally, his tired eyes were closed.
