"She was intentionally set ablaze."
This sentence resonated in Rincy's ears like church bells.
She was completely shaken.
She did hear Theodon say often, that her mother had enemies. But not once did she think, that her mother's death could be a murder.
Her throat ran dry.
Her forehead glistened with beads of sweat.
Her calf muscles turned weak, and she stumbled to catch a seat.
Her thoughts were all haphazard.
Several questions arose.
"My MOTHER was murdered???" she yelled.
Theodon, coming back to his senses, registered what he had just done.
"Crap! What did I do? She wasn't supposed to know!" he thought.
"Theodon Matilda, answer me!" she yelled again.
Theodon looked down and gave no answer.
Rincy got up, and ran to him, caught hold of his collar,and shook him fiercely.
"Theodon Matilda!", she cried,"Tell me now, tell me" she cried, as she slid down to his feet and cried profusely.
Theodon was out of his wits.
He held her shoulder, and picked her up. He enveloped her in a tight hug, as she continued to weep.
"Little coz, Rin, sweet Rin, do not cry..." he tried to comfort her, but in vain.
He made her sit on her seat, and gave her some water.
"Tell me, Theodon, please. It's important for me to know. I deserve to know!" she argued, as tears rolled down her pink cheeks .
"Yes, little Rin. What you heard, is the truth. Aunt was intentionally set ablaze." he said, still trying to calm her down.
"And what were you all doing? Uncle Raymond?Was no one around?" she asked, furiously.
"No. That's what I've been telling you. Aunt never agreed to keep guards. She thought she was doing it right, but she wasn't. She too had several enemies..."
"And who did this to her?"she yelled.
Theodon stood silently, his head held low.
"Who murdered my mother Theodon?" asked Rincy, in a soft sarcastic tone.
"Theodon Matilda! Who murdered my mother?" she yelled, never as loud before.
And spontaneously came the answer.
"Portria Jaccob!", he yelled back.
Sometimes, there are a lot of secrets. Some we want to know, while others we deserve to know. It will always be better to be hurt by the truth, than be comforted by a lie. 'Cause, a lie doesn't come alone. Like a hover of crows, who bring along fellow crows for supper, a lie comes along with several more.
John Green correctly quotes,
"The thing about pain, is that, it demands to be felt."
So, shall Rincy Matilda, feel the pain. The agony of her mother's loss.
But was it really Murder?
This sentence resonated in Rincy's ears like church bells.
She was completely shaken.
She did hear Theodon say often, that her mother had enemies. But not once did she think, that her mother's death could be a murder.
Her throat ran dry.
Her forehead glistened with beads of sweat.
Her calf muscles turned weak, and she stumbled to catch a seat.
Her thoughts were all haphazard.
Several questions arose.
"My MOTHER was murdered???" she yelled.
Theodon, coming back to his senses, registered what he had just done.
"Crap! What did I do? She wasn't supposed to know!" he thought.
"Theodon Matilda, answer me!" she yelled again.
Theodon looked down and gave no answer.
Rincy got up, and ran to him, caught hold of his collar,and shook him fiercely.
"Theodon Matilda!", she cried,"Tell me now, tell me" she cried, as she slid down to his feet and cried profusely.
Theodon was out of his wits.
He held her shoulder, and picked her up. He enveloped her in a tight hug, as she continued to weep.
"Little coz, Rin, sweet Rin, do not cry..." he tried to comfort her, but in vain.
He made her sit on her seat, and gave her some water.
"Tell me, Theodon, please. It's important for me to know. I deserve to know!" she argued, as tears rolled down her pink cheeks .
"Yes, little Rin. What you heard, is the truth. Aunt was intentionally set ablaze." he said, still trying to calm her down.
"And what were you all doing? Uncle Raymond?Was no one around?" she asked, furiously.
"No. That's what I've been telling you. Aunt never agreed to keep guards. She thought she was doing it right, but she wasn't. She too had several enemies..."
"And who did this to her?"she yelled.
Theodon stood silently, his head held low.
"Who murdered my mother Theodon?" asked Rincy, in a soft sarcastic tone.
"Theodon Matilda! Who murdered my mother?" she yelled, never as loud before.
And spontaneously came the answer.
"Portria Jaccob!", he yelled back.
Sometimes, there are a lot of secrets. Some we want to know, while others we deserve to know. It will always be better to be hurt by the truth, than be comforted by a lie. 'Cause, a lie doesn't come alone. Like a hover of crows, who bring along fellow crows for supper, a lie comes along with several more.
John Green correctly quotes,
"The thing about pain, is that, it demands to be felt."
So, shall Rincy Matilda, feel the pain. The agony of her mother's loss.
But was it really Murder?
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