Of Angels and Mysteries 3
The
third one
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| My humble balcony |
I sat by
the balcony of my abode. Staring at the stars which is of beauty, my mind was
befuddled with whirling thoughts. The previous incidents were still heavy in my
thoughts and my inability to unravel the threads of this mystery struck down my
confidence. A ball of yarn, in which I have found the ends but still, I am
unable to untangle. Every single time I tug them in attempt to gain the key answer,
it only gets tighter.
So, I try
to unravel it, one thread at a time. For the next few days, my subconscious was
busy rerunning the incidents with every single clue. I was determined not to
let anything slip. I was back to my calm self, poised to solve this mystery
once and for all but what happened next shook me to my very core.
Once
again, I received another plastic bag, this time, as I was quick to notice, is
a white plastic bag that is hardly transparent. Similarly, the messenger was W.
I made a mental note to interrogate her, but being anything but a novice in
this, she was able to elude me. What came as a shock was that the messenger was
the only thing similar in this event.
This
time, the urgency of the matter overwhelmed me. I threw caution to the wind.
This was no longer a place or time to fear the eyes of people around me. More
clues, I thought. Clues could only bring me closer to the answer. Boy, was I wrong.
I opened
the bag, it was filled with foodstuff. As I emptied it, the specific item I was
looking out for wasn’t present. The pear. Furthermore, the items found this
time were Apollo Pandan Cake, Glico Pocky and Hello Panda Chocolate flavored
snacks. It struck me instantly that these items couldn’t be bought from
Woolworths, the place I originally relate my Angel with. The place where these
items could be bought was known as Yuen’s Supermarket noted by the brand mark
on the plastic bag holding these items. This place is located in Sunnybank. Of
all the people I know that live and frequent Sunnybank, none were Malaysians.
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| Literally frogs flushed down the toilet Note: Those are frogs, not excrements |
I closed
my eyes and calmed myself down. As my palpitations faded, I wiped the sweat off
my brows. Eureka, I finally got it. Rather than decide which track to follow, I
shall follow both. Probably, this is known as the illusion of two paths.
Once, a farmer couldn’t locate his farm after
running an errand in another town. A flash flood has wiped off the path to his
farm. Strangely, instead of that path, therein lies a divergence of the path
into two. He sat there for a very long time, mulling over which path would lead
to his farm. He sat and he sighed, for one whole day.
Then, a boy came to sit beside him. He heard his dilemma and said, “Dear Sir, do you or do you not recall the direction of you humble abode? For if you do, to heck with the paths. Disregard the paths, for there is only one road. Follow the road.”
The both walked, disregarding the divergence of the path, only to find that both paths actually led to one road.
I for
one, learned a valuable lesson from this story. I will combine the paths to get
to the answer. You see, my Angel has to be one who has the mobility to obtain
items from different places in order to cover up his or her tracks. I also
noted that everything I received was bought and safely I assumed that my Angel
was one who is too busy to cook, perhaps a student. The next gift would also be
purchased and this time, it will lead me to the answer. I anticipated the next
gift, for I am sure, it will no longer uncover the paths, but this time, the
road.
The
fourth one.
Once
again, my deduction went awry. I received spaghetti Bolognese personally made
by my Angel, sent by a different messenger. This isn’t what I expected. I could
only come to two conclusionz.
I give
up. And I Have The Best Angel Ever.
Thank
you!
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