I'm in my 3rd grade when two gentlemen knocked on our door to buy the house directly in front ours which is formerly owned by my aunt who passed away a year earlier. No one wants to take care of the house inside our family, either because -just like most of the close relatives- they are reminded by Auntie who had been kind and nothing but good, or they just don't feel like it.
My grandma has come into terms with the two gentlemen, a month later they moved in to the house.
The taller guy named Sync plays the piano and is a renowned piano instructor, while the one with the blond hair named Kyte who loves flowers owns flower shops all over the town and abroad.
They were nice and kind, sometimes I volunteer to help clean the yard or water the flowers. Sync will always play the piano while Kyte and I works. The yard had never been so beautiful and peaceful since my aunt. Grandma is pleased by how Sync and Kyte takes care of the how and often times both will join us to dinner.
The houses is directly in front of each other, in my room I have a good view of the yard. This is when I discovered my neighbors secret.
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When I was in high school my uncle in Canada offers me a chance to study abroad, I became a scholar and my living expenses are supported by my uncle, giving my mom and dad less burden as our company fall in verge of bankruptcy. I only came back home after I finished my studies and only as a vacation.
I am 27 and Sync and Kyte turned 57. Or only Kyte. Sync stopped having birthdays when I'm at my 25.
I can't believe my family for not telling me, they made my studies a reason for not informing me.
I'm at my room watching Kyte who grows old still beautifully, him with the sun setting and with the flowers who are still as beautiful as when I was a kid is like a painting. He's holding a newspaper and reading it just like every old man.
My tears fell when Kyte acted as if he is talking to someone, he pat his own right shoulder as if holding on to someone's hand and then he wears a sad smile.
The scene was familiar, very much
What my 7 years old self saw that night that nobody ever notice is how my two new neighbors will look into each others eyes and smile foolishly like that of lovers, like that of soulmates. Or how they sneak kisses with each other's lips, or hug the other randomly with all warmth. And how they seemingly glow of happiness, how it is obvious by the eyes of a child
how much they loved each other.
I just wished that the world is a little more kinder
that they needed not to hide