As soon as he got to our house, he could not find me and then, went to my apartment.
Knocking on the door over and over again, but the door in front of him never opened.
Instead, the door of apartment next door was opened a crack and an auntie stopped him from knocking on the door again.
"Stop knocking, there's no one in the house."
"She is dead ... a week ago."
Calix frowned, as if he had heard some joke.
"What nonsense are you talking about! My wife lives in this house! How could I not know if she is dead?"
The auntie also raised her voice. "I recognize the woman next to me. I saw her with my own eyes in the hospital. So, how could I be wrong?"
"And you keep calling her your wife? You don't even know the partner in your life is dead. What a joke!"
"I'm afraid she has already turned into ashes! You can't recognize her even if you want to!"
Hearing the word "ash" come out of the auntie's mouth, Calix seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly turns white.
He was breathing heavily, knocking on doors and trying passwords randomly.
A few second later, he successfully opened the door with his birth date.
The darkness in the room made the man's voice even more flustered.