Mr. Arel, Clara's father, slowly palms his chest with his right hand as he feels like something is choking him. His other arm supported Clara, who was leaning on him as his face slowly changed.
"Dad, what is it? Why are you suddenly quiet" Clara asked while sitting on his lap, playing with his clothes without looking up to him.
But he gave her a sharp response on his head without a word as he suddenly felt like coughing. "Clara, bring me water, quickly" he managed to say it out. His voice shook, ordering as he let out a loud heavy cough.
"Okay, Dad. Sorry! I will be on my way," She said quickly, jumping down from his lap and running to bring the water. But before she could bring it, her father had already coughed out blood and curled on the floor, writhing in pain
"Dad? I've brought the water." She said but he couldn't respond as he kept coughing heavily and writhing in pain.
"Dad?" She called again, squatting down to his level and shaking him but he kept coughing and tilted his face a little to look at her.
His face turned pale, and his eyes turned red as every vein in his face and throat raised, sending shocks of fear to her spine and causing her to quickly jump back in shock with a shout.
"Mummy help! Mommy help! Daddy is dying. Mummy, help!" she screamed while standing up and running to the kitchen where her mom was.
Reaching the kitchen, "Mommy, Mommy!" She screamed, barging into the kitchen. While breathing heavily, she found her Mom already on the floor, curling and wrapping her arms around her stomach while coughing heavily and vomiting blood, and was on the verge of dying off.
Her baby sister, on the other hand, was inside her little cot, crying for breast. "Jesus! Mom, you're vomiting blood! "She exclaimed, screaming in shock with her eyes almost plucked out of the socket, her mouth gaping open widely.
Clara became confused, crying and jumping outside. "Somebody help…! Somebody, please help! My parents are dying! Please help!" she screamed, crying and beating herself around.
The neighborhood quickly ran out to her after hearing her little voice. But before they could barge into the house quickly, they were already passing out.
"Mommy? Mommy?" She called, shaking her Mom after entering the kitchen but she didn't respond.
"Brother look, she is not responding. What happened to her?" she asked one of the neighbors as she became terrified while squatting and staring at her mom with tears.
"Mm…It's okay, my dear. It's fine, stand up, let's go outside," the man said, letting out a heavy sigh and holding her hand and taking her from there.
"No. No, I don't want to leave my mom. No! I don't." She screamed, crying but the man took her out with her sister, Malia.
Immediately, the neighborhood gathered together and discussed. They began to search for Clara's relative but couldn't find any as everywhere was filled with indistingue chatter.
"I think I know one of their uncles," someone said, coming out of nowhere and cutting everyone's attention to himself. "Let's take her dad's phone and search Uncle Erick. That is his only brother." The man said as he picked up Mr. Arel's phone.
"Clara, do you know your dad's phone password?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and staring at her.
She nodded her head while staying in one of their female neighbor's arms, crying and shuddering.
The man dialed the number after she opened the phone for him. "Hello!"
"Yeah, what is it again? Didn't I tell you not to call me again?" Mr. Erick asked firmly with a stern deep voice that expressed anger in it.
"I'm sorry, sir. This is not your brother. Currently, your brother and his wife are dead, and we don't know what killed them. Please can you come over?" The man asked
"To do what, uh? To do what?" Mr. Erick yelled. "Don't you know I'm a busy man?"
" I know that quite well, sir. I'm sorry for disturbing you, sir. But please, sir, you know that this case needs you as his brother and that without you, we can't do anything, you know that, right?" The man asked, trying hard to control his rage as his face became tight.
"What do you want me to do, uh? What?" Mr. Erick asked firmly with a tight voice.
"Please sir, we want you to come and take them to the mortuary and also take these children to your house!"
"Hm. What the heck!" Mr. Erick scoffed angrily on the line. "Hey, mister man listen to me; I don't give a damn about who they are to me, okay?
I hate them, and they hated me when they were alive. Is it now that I would love them?
I didn't want them in my life nor would I want them now, okay? Just do whatever you want to do with their bodies. I don't care.
I don't care about them if that was what you wanted to hear. I have handed them to you. Do to them what you want. Don't dare call my line again, okay?
If not, I'll track you and kill you," he threatened the man, sending shocks of fear running through his body and his legs began to startle on the ground. His body quivered, and he swallowed heavily.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please, it has gotten to that point" the man begged.
"I'm just telling you, don't dare call me again. Take those children to your house because if I see them, I will kill them. I don't want anything related to them, okay? I have handed everything to you.
Never try this nonsense again," he warns, hanging off the call.
The man stood there, placing his hands on his waist and trying to calm his nerves down after the call had ended.
After a while, he looked down and let out a loud heavy sigh before turning to other people and explaining everything to them.
Immediately, a solid black car drove and parked in front of Clara's parent's house and someone came out, Mr. Jason, who was well-known to be Clara's father's best friend.
He showed up and ordered for their corps to be taken into his car so that he could take them to the mortuary for embalming.
He attempted to carry Clara and her sister, Malia, to his house, but unfortunately, they were already handed over to the orphanage home because of their uncle's statement.
He promised to sponsor the two of them till they finish school and have work.
But immediately he started the car to move, his phone rang. He quickly picked up the phone from the car dashboard and checked the caller ID.
"Shit! What the hell!" He cursed, frowning and quickly leaning his head on his seat, cutting his wife's attention to himself.
"What is it, honey? Who is that?" His wife asked with concern on her face, worrying.