Hey guys whats up? We meet again, at last...

After two weeks full of first final exams... I got free time to continue it. Though next Monday, I will face another exams, and that is the second final exams, it's really the 'final exams'. Only four days, luckily...

So, here we are... Chapter twenty-seventh. This is a chapter that is quite difficult for me to write so far. You'll know why. But regardless, I hope you enjoy it.

Happy reading...


Blu's POV

"Not allowed...!?"

"Yes. I apologize, madam. Every writer has their own schedule."

That simple and straightforward answer made Sis Mi speechless... unable to say anything in front of one of the publisher's subordinates.

"We only ask for a 24-hour extension. Is that not possible?" Sis Mi stubbornly, still insisting on asking for an extension of time.

"Once again, we are very sorry. Our boss has ordered us like that. Because there were more enthusiasts than in the previous year, we were overwhelmed to take care of it. I beg for your understanding. "

The staff responded with a formal accent...

"I understand..." Sis Mi, who looked hopeless, lowering her gaze for a moment, "I apologize for this commotion."

After Sis Mi gave her apology, the staff left us in a narrow hallway on the second floor which became the link between the gallery room and the employee's room.

"I'm sorry, Glu... this doesn't go as I expected." Sis Mi looked at me with her guilty look, "Looks like we have to cancel the contract..."

Cancel the contract? No... I don't want it to happen. Even though I know if the extension of time is impossible, today there's still enough time to do 'that'.

"Sis Mi..." I said, "If I'm not mistaken, the deadline for today is during the day, isn't it?"

"Yes..." Sis Mi nodded.

"That means there's still one hour left."

"Wait. Don't tell me if you-" as I thought, Sis Mi quickly realized it.

I then looked into her eyes with confidence, "I'll write our script again in here... right now!"

"...!" her surprised face, snapped at me, "Are you sure about this?! There's only one hour left, you know that...!"

I calmly answered, "I know... I won't change the title. I'll just change the plot a little. After all, this is an order from that ferocious girl, 'We will take over all the hearts of the people who read our book...' she said."

Sis Mi fell silent... holding back her surprise by gritting her teeth...

"What's more, the story we wrote is almost like hers." I continued, smiling softly.

"Her story?"

I nodded, "My mother's 'Chapters of Life'..."

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The night before... at the Gunderson family residence

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Chapters of Life is one of the many stories written by Anicius G. The non-covered book always stays in the corner of the bookcase... in her dark room. A title that never surfaced... a book that was never published... only as a fulfillment object in her dusty bookcase. Even me, as her son... never knew what kind of feeling she poured in it.

That's right... the book was written by my mother the day before her death...

And this night... I swear to myself that I am standing in front of her cupboard to find out.

'Her last feeling... eh?'

I'm really scared... maybe she hated me. Because at that time...

("You better just die...!")

I threw all my script on her dying face...

("There's no mother in this world who hates her children. At that time... you were growing up as a child, and also as a writer. How could that not make Helen happy?")

'But now, everything will be different... '

For a moment, I saw her cold smile in this very room. She was sitting in her wheelchair, staring at me who trying to reach her book. I couldn't look back, even when the book was successfully held and right in front of my face, my eyes couldn't open...

'As expected... I'm still afraid of this guilt.'

"Blu..."

This is... mom's voice...

"When you're writing, make sure you don't hold your pencil too much. That can hurt either the book or the pencil."

So, my memories with her suddenly appear...

"It's like touching a baby's head. Touch gently and lovingly. Touch the pencil like we are hugging it..."

I see... I understand now, mom...

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and stared at a pile of papers that had the scent of my mother. This atmosphere felt very familiar, the title that she made was also very representative of herself, her personality, her likes, her dislikes, and her implied feelings...

"Chapters of Life." I read the first page...

Moments passed, maybe it had been almost half an hour I stood here while slowly reading every word, sentence, paragraph, and page of the book my mother wrote. And from that, I found out... Chapters of Life isn't just an ordinary fiction story made by Anicius G... Chapters of Life turns out to be nothing more than a story of her life, the story of my mother's life... or you could say this is a diary...

'This is...?!'

I found something that caught my attention. There is a chapter that tells the tragedy of three years ago... between her and me...

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Helen's POV

"You better just die...!"

'Ahhh...' I could only sigh softly and quietly, 'My son finally hates me...' I said to myself helplessly in a wheelchair, staring at his gaze full of anger under the bloody forehead from a walking stick blow.

I was silent, my eyes widened and my heart was shaken. But, for some reason, there was a little happiness in my heart...

"You have gone too far, Helen!"

Mimi who was standing behind me began to yell at me, shortly after Blu ran leaving both of us alone. I ignored it, and only focused on taking Blu's script which was scattered on the floor...

"You made him bleed like that! Are you really his mother?!"

Mimi constantly snapped at me, ignoring me who was struggling to reach for these papers,

"He tried so hard to write that story just to make you happy!"

But I can't stand it anymore, "I know!" I shouted, as a result, my balance was lost and I fell from my wheelchair...

"Helen...!"

Mimi, then, hurriedly approached me who was sitting weakly between the scattered script of my son.

"I know that..." I continued. My voice weakened... and my tears began to flow through my cheeks and began to wet this sheet, "But I... I don't have much time left. When I'm gone, what will Blu be? Can he fulfill his own needs? He can't get money just with books. He's not good at sports, and his grades at school are also averaged. All I can do... is ask him to write perfectly... if... if only he had talent... he would be able to fulfill his own needs sometime."

Mimi who had been nagging me all the time, finally her beak began to silence... after seeing my helpless condition, crying in the pile of my beloved son's script while complaining of all the boredom in my mind.

I admit... I really have gone too far with him. Like Mimi said... am I worthy of being his mother who has hurt his little heart? Even when I wrote this book in a dying condition at the hospital, I didn't let him come to visit because there was a writing competition that was very important for him.

'I'm indeed such a bad mother...' I told myself, who was alone in my medical ward, 'There's nothing I can leave for him...'

The hospital when the night was indeed very peaceful... calm without any noise that could disturb my concentration...

But... my heart is an exception...

This is a paragraph about my regrets...

'Will he brush his teeth before going to bed? Will he not sleep until late at night? He doesn't really care about what he eats... can he always get healthful food? He could have fallen ill... he's also not good at sports, what if he gets hurt? I... I want to always be by his side... Will my treasure... ever find happiness?'

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3rd person POV

Silent and empty...

For a moment, after Blu finished reading his mother's last book -Chapters of Life- he just stood there, holding a pile of paper that was getting wet due to his tears... lots of tears, yet he smiled softly...

He then started walking, carrying his mother's script, headed for the door and pressed the light switch. Instantly, the room of his late mother who had been dark, suddenly filled with white light that dazzled his eyes.

Moments later, Blu found himself sitting on a chair that used to be his mother's seat when she was writing her books. Though it was very dusty, Blu just put his butt on it, and then putting his mother's manuscript on the corner of the table in front of him.

"Ahhh... I really can't forget it," Blu said to himself, reaching out his wings and reaching for a paper and a pencil, "This chair... this table... this room... has mom's scent."

Blu slowly puts the tip of the pencil on the white sheet...

"I know..." he said, "The shadow of my mother who had haunted me all this time... was only an illusion that I made so that I could escape my weakness."

Blu then begins to slice that white sheet with pencil dust to form a word... sentence... phrase... paragraph...

"Mom is no longer in that dark room..." he said, between the activities of writing, "Now... she is in this room... she is inside me..."

Slowly, Blu's memories filled his mind... his memory during that summer's night... when at the festival, he talked with Mimi...

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"Your wings cannot be moved maybe because you haven't been connected to its voice." Mimi said to Blu who seemed worried that night...

"Connected to its voice?"

"A voice that comes from within your soul," continued Mimi, answering to curious Blu,"Even though for a moment, you must have felt it, right? A voice that fills your mind... A voice that comes from your heart's reflection. Can't move the wings... I'm sure if it's a gift."

"A gift?"

"Close your eyes... close your ears... and then, write down the flow of your feelings." Mimi continued, "You have the ability to do it. The ability to track a voice that come from inside you. The voice that moves your wings..."

Blu waited for Mimi to finish her words...

"That is... what Helen left for you..."

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"If this is you, would you do it like this?" Blu, who was still busy moving his pencil, ended his flashback, "We have to hold a pencil like we hug it, right mom?"

Shortly after the first sheet was full of words, he immediately turned to the next page...

("For whom do you write that story?")

"Will it reach her? I can only hope so..."

The night was getting late, but Blu was still continuing his activity in the room of his late mother who was no longer dark. His smiling face looked at his wings which were scraping the white sheet with agility and freedom.

"Mom... I feel happy now. So... so...


Chapter 27 : Chapters of Life


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goodbye... goodbye."