Every night, I would hear many kind of sounds in my house. The walls are so thin that I could tell what sounds are they.

One day, I heard my Mom and Dad arguing over things I couldn't comprehend. Sometimes there are shattering or heavy bumping sounds between their fight.

The next day, I heard the sound of my Dad and a woman (which I really know that it wasn't Mom's) moaning and panting, detained screaming once in a while.

The other day, I heard a crying sound that was clearly from my Mom. I don't know whether Dad wasn't home that time or he was sleeping, pretending not to hear her.

My twin sister Mary also hears the same things. We would usually curl ourselves in the blanket, trying to sleep and forget those that we have heard, even though we know that we will always still hear them in the following nights.

This has been going on for years, I can't recall how many years exactly we've passed this same 'routine', but then, everything changes.

It was one calm morning when I heard my Dad screaming with frustration in the dining room. Me and Mary peeked behind our room's door when my Dad kicked all the wooden dining chair and shove everything that supposedly on the dining table to the floor. Then he proceed to leave the house, slammed the door behind him angrily.

We walked toward the mess and inspected it. Dad must be very angry. But usually, when he got angry, Mom would usually come trying to stop him and calm him down, but hey, where's Mom? Why didn't she wake us up for breakfast? Wait, I don't even see any single food or drink on the table (or on the floor). Just when the thought crossed my mind, Mary pointing at the corner of the room near my feet, there was a crumbled blue paper.

I picked it from the floor and found that something is written on it. It was a letter.

Dear Steven,
I've been thinking for so long and finally I realized that it is best if I'm no longer live in this house, with you.
I'm such a burden and I can't take this anymore. At first I was thinking to take our children with me but I don't want them to suffer, make them runaway at such a young age. They would probably have a better life with you, so please, take a good care of them.

P.S.: Don't come looking for me, I won't be anywhere in this town.

Regards,
Judy

Me and Mary staring at each other after we finished reading the letter. We were too young to understand what was going on, why Mom left us, and other millions unsolved questions that running in our heads, so our only reaction is cry. One thing that we know for sure, that Mom will never come back.

Our nights become more quiet since then. There are no sounds that we used to hear at night before. Only sometimes we would hear the sound of television in Dad's room, along with Dad's occasional swearing and mumbling things. Sure it makes us sleep more comfortably, but we really feel that something is not right. On certain nights, I will dream of Mom, our good ol' days, how we spend the peaceful days as one family. Surprisingly, Mary was dreaming about the same thing.

So one day, we decided to ask Dad what was really happened.

And Dad's response wasn't nice at all. He slammed his beer glass to the floor and glared at us.

What do you think!? He asked with a high tone.

We just shook our head because we really didn't have any idea.

Then he grabbed our hair with both of his hands and drew us closer to his face.

She was a stupid woman, he whispered.

I thought she was going to be clever once we got married, but she didn't! She was born dumb and stay dumb for the rest of her life! She couldn't raise you, she couldn't take care of me, she couldn't even make a goddamn proper coffee! You think it is good to keep a woman like her in the house? Huh?!

We were trembling and didn't answer him. Then he burst into a loud laughter.

Well, what do I expect from you, who was born from that woman's womb? Oh! I don't even know if you are really my daughters or not! Ridiculous that she left you with me! See? What a stupid, irresponsible whore! Hahaha!

We looked down on our feet. Somehow I regret asking him the question in the first place.

He tightened his grip on our hair and stopped laughing.

And do you know? The most stupid thing she ever did was leaving a decent man like me! She was lucky to have a man like me marrying her, but now what? She left me! I shouldn't have marry her! That ungrateful bitch! She--

Suddenly, Dad fell in silent. His face; which previously filled with rage, now gradually forming a sad, sad expression. And if my eyes wasn't playing a trick on me, I could see tears streaming down his cheeks. Then he released us.

Dad? Are you okay?

Of course I am, why do you think I am not.

He started to sob.

Why, why did this happen?

That's what we were asking you, Dad.

This can't be-- It's all my fault.

He sobbed louder.

I've wasted our years; I let her slip and now she's gone! I--

Dad.. I handed him my pink handkerchief with my name's initial stitched on the corner.

He took the handkerchief and inspected it closely, and wiping his tears with the back of his hand instead.

This, he said.

This is what she made for you, right? She gave each one of you in your 6th birthday, am I right?

We nodded. Mary have the same handkerchief, also with her name's initial stitched on the corner.

Then Dad laughed in a cynical way.

Making this kind of shit is the only thing she was good for. Why can't she use her head for something better and more useful?

He looked at us, smiled wryly and patted our heads.

Now just go to sleep, okay? This is not a good time for young girls like you to be awake.

He stood up from the couch and walked into his room.

And just like that, he left our questions unsolved. But at least now we understand a bit.

That night, Mary and I promised each other not to asking the same question again. And we went straight to bed, just like what Dad told us to.

The next morning, we woke up to find an unfamiliar woman figure sitting next to Dad in the dining room, on the same chair that Mom used to take when we were eating together.

Noticed the expression on our faces, Dad immediately stood up with the woman to introduce her.

That woman has a kinda curvy body, wearing a tight purple floral dress with v-neck that emphasize her big, plump breasts. Her waist is so slim, contrast to her big bottom and thigh. Her long, curly, ginger hair dangling to her chest. Her skin is not as fair as Mom and she got freckles all over her chest and partially her face. Her eyes is bright green with curly eyelashes and thin, well-shaped eyebrows. While we were looking at her from head to toe, she smiled nervously with her thick, red lips. Her legs also fidget, and I can tell that she was wearing a pointy, black stilleto.

Mary, Ann, this is Louisa. From now on she will be living here with us, so, please treat her nicely, okay? And hope three of you can get along well.

Hi, I'm Louisa. she greeted us shyly, and showed us her perfectly white teeth. Steven told me many things about you. You are as cute as I thought! Nice to meet you. she chuckled, and trying hard to be nice.

She even addressed Dad with his nickname.

Nice to meet you too, Louisa. We said. We lied.

Dad was smiling as if he was satisfied. And little did he know, we did realize that his right hand is now on Louisa's hips.

At this right, we know, that our nights will be noisy once again.

Thank God, I got accepted in Binus University, as you can see in the screenshot above (click to enlarge). Happy? Of course I am. So are my parents. But I still have my ULTIMATE GOAL:

Call me misanthrope, pathetic, failure of human being, anything you like--

P.S: the video is a fanmade and the song is taken from Astro Boy's OP, Now Or Never by Chemistry. Cool, eh? :)

So today I found a writing about this zodiac thingy.