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all, I hurriedly crossed it. Gosh, I almost got killed again. Was I getting
addicted to getting hit by a car?
    And then I stopped.
    No, that couldn’t be. My luck was still that bad? I shook my
head. This was just a total coincidence. I shouldn’t believe those words that
the old lady said.
    I continued walking back to my apartment. But all of a
sudden, out of nowhere or perhaps shrill thin air, a pot almost fell on my head.
And I barely missed it. Staring at the shattered pot near my feet, my eyes
widened in shock.
    What if that thing hit my head? I’d be so dead by now.
    I looked up and saw a lady, stunned, looking straight at me.
“Are you okay, dear?”
    “I’m... fine,” I stuttered.
    Although I wasn’t cock sure about that.
    I assured myself that this was just another coincidence.
Feeling light-headed and uncertain, I started walking again and looked around
me. There was nothing that could possibly harm me here. Everyone seemed pretty
harmless anyway. There were kids playing on one side and some old ladies
chattering while having a cup of tea. Okay, the coast was clear. I officially
declared that what had happened earlier was only a coincidence.
    However, as I walked around the block, a motorbike came
running fast towards me. The screech of its tire echoed right in front of me,
hard. I barely managed to dodge it in time and it almost hit me head on. And so
in turn, rationally, I shrieked in horror.
    Where did that come from?
    With the uneven beating of my heart, I shook my head wildly
in denial, still. You were not actually telling me that what that old lady said
was true?
    I hurriedly went back home and grabbed my bag. I had to find
out what she was talking about. Or else I would probably be dead tomorrow
morning. I was only twenty-eight and I hadn’t done much just to die out of the
blue.
    I locked the door of my apartment and waited for a bus. Good
thing that buses were quite common at this hour. The hour-long bus ride almost
killed me, if not everything else that had happened yesterday and today. And
the moment that I got off the bus, I sprinted my way to our house.
    “Mom? Are you there?” I asked as I pounded on the door.
    My mother opened it up a minute later, surprised to see me,
of course. “Is everything okay, dear? Are you feeling unwell?”
    Oh right, I had just recently put down her offer of taking
care of me here at home. I had to fake some kind of pain so she wouldn’t be
suspicious. I dramatically pointed to my right arm, “Mom, I’m not feeling well.
I kind of have a pain... uhmm... here…”
    “But the doctor said that you don’t have a broken bone,” she
said as she looked worriedly at my right arm. I should have rubbed it a little
before for it to look a bit reddish.
    “Uhmm... muscle pain! Yes, that one. Not that bad but can I
stay over for a while?” I asked, still pretending that my arm was painful.
    “It’s okay, dear. You can stay here anytime,” my mom assured
me.
    “Is Dad home?” I asked her, looking inside.
    “He will be around at six,” she answered.
    Even now, my dad still worked late though he wasn’t that
young anymore. He was a college professor in a university nearby and it was his
life-long passion. Well, aside from his other passions to which I was
undoubtedly included, like for example, getting me married or something.
    I sighed.
    And with my dad being that way, it would be the same old
thing again. For a moment, I wished that Dad wouldn’t be coming home today. I
was certain that he would give me a long sermon the moment he’d see me. I
should have brought one of my rings and maybe tell him that I was going to be
married soon. Or perhaps the cleverest thing to do was to grab my things and
head off as soon as I got what I wanted. Yeah, the latter was definitely a good
idea. It sounded so much better than hearing Dad’s sermon.
    Trust me, it wasn’t a good one.
    “Do you want something to eat?” asked Mom as she closed the
door when I entered