"But why did not he leave us any money?" She replied with her brow furrowed.
"You have to get used to it," Tamia said, closing her eyes as if she needed to rest.
The conversation that afternoon was full of lies. Her mother's answer was always the same and it made Kanishka sick. It's time for her to figure out who this abusive man who is not responsible for her mother and herself is. There is only one possible answer. She had to meet Chara.
The place is tranquil. Extremely quiet. There was not even a single cricket to be heard. However, Kanishka, who had grown up, always woke up in the middle of her deep sleep. Not because of insomnia or something unexpected but because of the visuals that kept flashing through her mind. Silhouettes of the future. Silhouettes of the death of his friends. The dark past hidden by her mother. It all comes down to his father.
The wall clock which displays midnight is dirty and cracked. Karishka believed that now was the perfect time to meet Chara. Charapata is the real name of a man who works as a plastic collector and once stalked Karishka's father's car. Chara is interested in the luxury vehicle. He was baffled because it didn't make sense that office workers could afford such a luxurious vehicle.
Karishka knocked on the old door of the house while standing in front of it. She hopes Chara is still awake. The sound of a doorknob could be heard along with the light from a candle.
"Come in," he said with a with a sleepy eye.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but-"
"Come in first," Chara said, grabbing Kanishka's hand.
Kanishka walks right in. In one corner of the room, she saw a cupboard that was so dusty. This house is obviously unmaintained because Chara's mother and sister died from the same disease as our friends. Chara and her father are busy working to earn a living.
"Don't come at night anymore, the neighbors will think poorly of you," Charapata advised.
