Secret Place

I go straight to my parents’ mausoleum. It is the place where I go if I don’t want anyone to find me and if I want to cry my heart out.

I don’t know what the hell happened, but all I know is I became an internet sensation overnight. My goodness, who would have thought that it will be the end of me, just because of my sexual desires.

“Mom, Dad, what should I do? Am I wrong for wanting him? Did I do something wrong? It’s not as if he’s married, right? He’s single. But why is this happening to me? Why?”

What should I do? Where should I go? What about my career? Will I still salvage it? What about my business?

All these questions pop at the same time.

I sit down in the middle of them and succumbs to loneliness. I bury my head on my arms that are placed on top of my parents.

But because of too much paranoia, I could feel as if someone’s watching me here, “Don’t tell me the media and paparazzi are already here?” I thought.

So I shout, “Respect my parents and leave me be, just wait until