"An account that hasn't closed yet."

# Trending"An account that hasn't closed yet."

The smell of frankincense, the smell of rusty iron, hit my nose as soon as I opened my eyes.

All around was a pitch black stomach, sky high pillars, flashing torch lights. On the throne in front of him was the Lord Bal, dark black body, shining gold machine, white glowing eyes staring unblinking, left hand holding karma account book, right hand resting on knees.

Beside him were Suwan and Suwan, the chief of the bull and the head of the horse, who stood still like a statue.

"Come closer," his voice echoed, but not from his mouth...It's so loud in my head.

I stepped forward, my legs were shaking, but I put my hands out of my pocket, and I was kind to the tiger.

He opened an old paper account book, flipped himself, stopped on page one and looked at me.

Bal: Your name is...It's the culture.

I: Yes...What am I doing here, sir? I remember I just...I fell asleep

Bal: Sleep? Heh, you're careless, driving through the rain, not wearing a seat belt, so your soul got here early.

Behind him, a bright circular mirror projected the last image of my life...The main car is broken. The image is black.

My heart fell to the blister.

I: Da...Wait a minute, Yom. I haven't ordered my mother yet. I haven't told my girlfriend. I haven't cleared my debt. Can I go back? It's considered merit.

Bal: (Knock the nails on the book loudly) There is no bargain here, only good karma, evil karma. Let's see...

Sir, flip the book.

Bal: You like to tease dogs and cats...Deducted 10 points

You cursed your mother in your heart but never spoke out...Deducted 5 points

But...You used to transfer money to help the unknown when the great flood told no one...Plus 50 points.

You used to starve for your friends to eat...Plus 30 points.

I don't think you even know what I forgot.

Bal: Total...Your merit is still three points greater than your sin.

Me: (big eyes) Then me...Survive?

Bal: Still, your life has one "unclosed account."

The rear mirror shows me as a child fighting with my brother for a toy, and I pushed him down with my head, and I never apologized until I grew up, and I never talked about it again.

Bal: The wounds in the hearts of the living are heavier than the sins in my book. If you return, what will you do with this account?

I swallowed my saliva, thinking of my brother's face now crying in the ICU.

I: If I had gone back...I'll apologize to him. I'll be a better brother. Promise me before you.

Bal: (Stared at me for a long time...And a little smile in the corner of the mouth, scarier than when scolded) The promise weighs more than gold. Remember.

You snapped your finger!

The white light from the mirror came up to me, burning my eyes. The sound of the monk came far behind.

Bal: Go and finish your account...Next time you come to me again, don't make your merit negative.

I woke up with a long "peed" and became "peed."..Cool..."

The oxygen mask covered. The doctor and the nurse ran busy around the bed. Mom sat clenched, I cried.

The first thing I could do after removing the brine was walk to my brother in the bed next to me.

"Bastard...I'm sorry "

The account I warned of closed there.