NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 4: The Death
Jaldan pushed his chair off the path of his home, he began to think what to do for the rest of the year.
Ever since his mother died, Jaldan decided he would spend the year end with holidays in foreign countries.
In recent years Jake tried his best to learn new languages so that by the end of the year he could go to that chosen country to travel and complete his apprenticeship.
This year he decided to learn Japanese and go to Japan on vacation.
When he could learn a new language a great sense of reward would be felt by Jaldan.
As he pushed his chair to home distracted along the sidewalk, suddenly a car came at high speed and off the lane went towards Jaldan.
When Jaldan realized, it was already too late and the car hit his chair and sent it flying out the window of a nearby store.
The driver of the car seemed to be dead before hitting Jaldan ,as he had a heart attack while driving and the car lost control.
Once again the lack of luck crossed Jaldan's path as he adjusted his life.
The store that Jaldan entered when he suffered the accident seemed abandoned and the street near his house was empty at this time of day, so no one noticed the accident that happened.
Jaldan who had been thrown was still alive but did not feel pain, was numb, he could not believe that he had suffered another accident like this in the same life.
When Jaldan turned his head to the side he saw that it was full of blood where he was and he did not feel pain perhaps for losing the senses.
"Really a bit of luck, to die on one's birthday from an accident like that," said Jaldan laughing sarcastically.
"In a way this is a form of release for me, and I have no one to worry about. "
As time passed Jaldan was staring at the street, even in a deserted street like this someone should have passed by and called an ambulance, it seems that fate really wanted him to die.
"Could it be that after living a life like this I could really say that I was happy?" Jaldan wondered as he stared absently into the street.
"I can say that I lived fully while I could, I did what I wanted as allowed by my limitations, and I had a good mother."
Still while awaiting his death Jaldan did not resent the life he lived, he only knew he had to accept his fate, if he had one thing he resented it was his bad luck.
"But can I say that I was truly happy?" Jaldan wondered