He doesn't know if he should go to school today. He is looking at the ceiling in his house. He is sitting on the sofa now. He has no authority to teach and mentor the students of the school where he works.
"Brother," someone called out to him.
He knew who owned that voice.
He didn't answer; he clenched his fist, Ruth almost got into trouble on the camping trip, and he even saw his cousin there.
He has a strong suspicion that his cousin is involved in the incident; Mikaela says the same thing. The problem is they don't have enough evidence regarding the events; Mikaela also doesn't remember much of what happened that night because, among the siblings, she was the first to escape.
Ruth—Chesca, she knew she knew a lot, so he knew that Chesca's dad's minions were working to scare Chesca again.
He was thankful the memory-erasing drug was effective, given the trauma she was also experiencing.
"Brother, I heard that a student was killed yesterday."
He sighed, got up, and looked at the newspaper; he didn't answer then.
He did save it from the camping trip, but he couldn't save its life back then.
What a foolish teacher I have. He thought to himself.
He knew that the students, as well as the school, were mourning what had happened to a student.
He looked at Mikaela; he himself had hidden from his cousin. He knew she was also acting secretly, but he didn't know what she was up to.
"Yeah." He simply replied to what Mikaela was saying back then.
"Aren't you going to school today?" Mikaela could only ask this.
"I will," he replied tersely.
Jake still needs to go to school. As one of Mikaela's guardians, he doesn't let her go out alone because the incident is still fresh in everyone's mind; Mikaela is just doing homeschooling for now, and it's also for the sake of his cousin.
"Eat now; if you have any problems, just call me." He reminded the young woman.
She just nodded in agreement with what he was saying now. He looked at his wristwatch.
He wouldn't make it to his first-period class anymore. He immediately went to the garage and quickly got into his car.
He needed to find a way to achieve justice for the death of his two cousins and also to attain the justice that was so elusive for them—the justice for the sudden death of his mother's brother, who became his father's second wife and Ruth's true mother.
Even then, the Fuego family was powerful, but he was not convinced by them, because everyone in high positions and with power has something to hide, and they hide in the darkness.
Even though the twins and Felisa are not his full cousins, he still feels pity for them because he was also separated from his mother and first wife at a young age. He couldn't bring himself to hate them because he knew those children were also victims.
Many thoughts were running through his mind as he drove. He suddenly clenched his fist because he knew deep down that his cousin was behind everything; he just couldn't find a flaw because his cousin was always careful.
Easy Jake, don't rush it; trust the process. That's all that's on his mind when he loses his patience.
Now, he regrets even more why he didn't also give protection to the young woman Jasmin. If only he had given her protection, she wouldn't have died. He knows, he knows that Jasmin knows something; he doesn't force her because he doesn't want the child to be burdened by the bad experiences she is going through.
Jasmin didn't ask for help; he gave the child the freedom to choose, and the child chose to just forget what happened, and there, he became complacent.
You need to calm down; hold back your anger, Jake. He is calming the anger he feels and the guilt that is consuming him now.
If only I had pushed that child, if only I had talked to her more thoroughly, I might have saved that child's life.
He suddenly stopped thinking when a woman suddenly crossed the street, so he immediately halted. He immediately got out of his car and quickly saw the woman who suddenly crossed the street.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" He asked.
A woman in her mid-thirties. She looked at him with a meaningful gaze.
The woman just nodded at him. He was able to breathe a sigh of relief then.
"Thank you for your concern, Son. Son, take care as well; many souls are following you." She walked unsteadily after saying that to him.
After hearing what he did, he turned to look at the woman he almost ran over as she was walking away. He could only shake his head.
He immediately went back to the car and started it. He pondered over what the woman had said to him.
Soul? He wondered in his mind as he drove again.
Soul of the past? I might still believe in it. But if a ghost is being referred to, I didn't understand what she wanted to convey.
He had already caught a glimpse of the school where he worked. He immediately went to the garage, where all the vehicles were parked. After he parked, he immediately got out of his vehicle.
The surroundings were quiet.
"Good morning, sir." That is the greeting he hears when he encounters the students. He only nodded in response to the student.
He immediately entered the faculty room. The faculty room was also quiet; they might be in class. He checked the time; fortunately, he would be able to enter during the 2nd period.
He looked at where he would be teaching.
Section B, Grade 10. He thought to himself.
It seems like he didn't want to teach in that section because that section had lost a student. He just sighed.
He sat at his teacher's table, contemplating carefully whether he should attend class today.
At that time, he decided not to attend class for now, and he quickly reached their classroom, Jasmin.
When she entered, the students were very quiet. Some of Jasmin's female friends were obviously puffy from crying, especially Ericka, who was quietly sitting at the side.
Jake didn't want to say anything; he was there at the teacher's table, observing his student. He even saw a picture, a candle, and flowers on the desk owned by Jasmin where she lived.
"We will take that, sir, in her wake." Said one of Jasmin's classmates.
He simply nodded at them. He looked at the picture of Jasmin, who could be seen happily living in this world.
His conscience was eating him up again. He clenched his fist in frustration.