MIDNIGHT'S PROPOSAL

MIDNIGHT’S PROPOSAL

CHAPTER 63 [So the truth loitered, but never once it would remain silent, the justice sough after would soon get unconcealed]

It was Sunday, and it was much earlier, when Jacinto paid a visit to the graveyard in Belize. Same usual job, and same tiring day, but it was enough to fil his stomach, that’s what matters to him. He is an old gentleman nearing his 50’s, but Jacinto seems to be much stronger, and still agile for his age. Perhaps, the constant walk, and his leisure had keep his bones intact, and not sick. Unlike most of those around his age who are already on their death bed. However, his greying hair had not deny how much years he had left.

He isn’t a fool. It was obvious that he would die soon, and Jacinto does not fear death, not even when he grew older—alone, widow from the wife who passed away during their 20’s. He had nobody,