Zepp

Bast

He shuddered and suddenly got so scared. Or maybe Zepp helped him.. maybe the dog had just fought with a snake or a other fierce big dog... don't know. He tried to erase those thoughts and walked around looking for a small saw. But he couldn't find one.

Zepp opened the window more widely .He took a long deep breath and closed his eyes for some moments before opening them again slowly.He was watching those leaves hanging on the branches

beautifying the trees at their standstill brown earth .Some dry twigs scattered under them and he fancied those invisible deep roots which terminate the life and death of the visible spectrum.

When the time come they gonna be yellowish

then falling to the ground.

Are they sad when separating to the place they rooted ? Maybe..as while they swinging on air

It looks like endless muteness.

Maybe a falling leave wish to come back to it

But it seems a dream..nice dream or nightmare.

Dear Lord..life is such a beauty in pain and joy.

Zepp remembered one thing he hadn't done ... offering Bast something to drink.

Tons of burden seemed on the face .Just like the old house itself .Maybe Bast just confused about which one to do first ,as even he was experienced worker but he worked all by himself.

Zepp could read his confusion.He smiled and tried to unload his inside secret thoughts.

Is it all normal ?

An old house with a person who had once being in jail for a few years, nobody around him except a poor dog.

They had some drink at last . Something made Bast looked like someone getting drunk .He was black out for a while..but a loud noise of broken glasses woke him up immediately.

Zepp handed him some keys to unlock a few closed rooms as the sound of the broken glasses were coming from there.

Bast folded his shirt then freeing his one hand to center more power on it while the other hand tried hard to move the rusty loop door handle.Such effort left mark of bruises . Unexpectedly,Zepp got him some ointment .Bast thanked him politely.

Again he wondered if he could do the reparations by himself by working on everything ?

Is it normal to employ only one man for the huge old house..no ,it's unusual.

He wanted to tell him the issue but again , his mouth shut and he just kept on working.

To see those hard work seemed impossible made him more aloof.

Practically he just would wait and see .

"Do you think people would estimate this old house as prospective property of good investment? " . suddenly Bast heard him said so.Did he talk to him ?

"Do they hate me cause they think l am freak ? and because ..they can not trust a person who had ever in jail ? ".

Is he talking to him ,a worker whom he didn't talk except a few formal concise words...asking him important deep questions concerning himself and people around and it was not a reading on his thoughts.. suspicion and fear of him caused he ....

But Zepp seeem in peace now.Even he knew that Bast was not going to a respond such questions.

"My great old man in jail...l hope he is

In peace because when you are getting older..you should hold on to

your spirit . that is the way to be always young.."

The words are clear... reflecting clear mind either.

Man in faith always in steady confidence ,he believed.

Even in the making of coping thousands of trips and fight.

"The old

man doesn't feel any fear,

Even of death.

And that's what made them fear him..."Again Zepp murmured about an old man.Bast only can catch a bit.

Bast just wanted to collect those debris of the broken glasses altogether with the glasses .But he refrained as Zepp might still want him to stay listening to him more things.Bast was intrigued by him anyway.

Guidance for repairing ... Bast could not read clearly ..it's dusty covered .

In the book, what was it's all about.? Suddenly he imagined a drop of blood in there..

Black is a color or not a color, whatever,but one fact is ,black is a real beauty to hide those ugly and bad matters and shapes ,isn't it .?

Give me black and the white will come followed by others ...

But black will always pick white even he always open to anything else .

There was something caught his eyes .A yellow letter with some slanting handwriting.. he read : To my old man..

The letter was yellowish as it was eaten by time .

*If you are in grave ,old decent man..

Let me grow this orange flower around the graveyards under the tomb..

Let the wind sway it and the foggy day gone..

Telling the colour and fragrance

Your soul is more beautiful than the most wonderful season.

It tells about bravery to tell the truth..

Bast stopped reading as Zepp steps cut his consentration.

And he scared if he would angry ..

In the next hours Bast just working on his duty .It was much better.

Zepp asked him if he did not mind to work overtime.Bast said it's not a problem.

It's almost dark outside.Zepp said his work was enough till the time.Bast was half relief half felt odd.Only small part of the big old house can be mended in only one day by only one man .But surely he did not say anything.Maybe Zepp had another plan for it .

Zepp said goodbye after paying him multiply.He was so generous.

Bast thanked him and said," God bless you , young man " .

He left the old building, opened the gate while Zepp shut the door.