Entry #14: Rage At Minimum

Dr. Juoman is a doctor as the alias implies. But specifically a surgeon.

He has invited me for dinner. Which made me plant suspicion, as I’d never met him before but earlier.

As he drove us to his house, he started a conversation.

“Is it your decision to become a detective?”

I nodded in confirmation.

“Cool, as I never could’ve done mine”

“Why?”

“Ya know, unwanted success from a typical choice-will-be-ours parenting”

After a little giggle, Dr. Juoman brought the silence back.

“Is it your decision to be in this field?”

“Well… to be frank, no… it is like, my parents were the ones creating my life instead of myself… I don’t really care about how much cash I make, It is just to find a job that makes me feel, overly satisfied to work on”

It seems that the problem started at the root.

“What is your supposed field, before?”

“Well… uh, I don’t know if this can be specified as a job, but I really have wanted to become an artist… inspired by my sister, hehe”

“I see”

That time, I knew why his parents thought that he would become a doctor, this seems to start to fit things up, but it's still enormously vague.

We’ve reached Dr. Juoman’s house, it seems like a typical sub-divisional home, with the noisy gibbers from the neighborhood, or as I thought.

I glimpsed at one of the windows, and it was a child happily showing its busy parents an artwork, but the parent tore the artwork up and gave the child a book for engineering.

Despair and anxiety are present on the child’s face as he goes to its room while the parents simply throw away the artwork and return to their work as if nothing happened.

The familiar crack of the door redirected my attention towards Dr. Juoman and inside revealed his parents who are both in the same field as him according to their choice of clothing.

The dinner is served with an unusual theme, as how Mrs. Juoman varies it by name, it is all a mixture of Calabaza, Spinach, and Lettuce, sprinkled with chili powder and flakes in a chili pot.

As the parents visually persuade me to eat, Dr. Juoman does the opposite.

I took a sip and immediately felt not the pepper, but the sting aromatic spice of the mashed ginger.

Suspiciously, a great heavy atmosphere surrounds a supposed dinner. Mr. Juoman asked me for a second serve, but I declined.

Instead of continuing to eat, Mr. Juoman and Mrs. Juoman start to force me to ascendingly from persuasion to nutritional facts.

“If he says he’s full, HE’S FULL”

The raging voice of Dr. Juoman broke the escalating annoyance of his parents. They looked towards him, and gestured to Dr. Juoman to come close.

“Your smart ass might see as small as the eleventh level as the Snellen chart that we are trying to make your visitor eat what WE like, now shut up or go to your room and continue studying incision spots, got it?”

“Can you stop fucking treating me as a kid for the damn eleven thousandth sixty-eight hundredth time, reti—”

Mrs. Juoman snatched the hot silver ladle and aimed it slightly below Dr. Juoman’s head. The quick movement alarmed me and I stood up with my left arm ready to grab the pistol in my pocket.

“WE aren’t retired, WE made ourselves retired so it will be… your… turn… to work for this forsaken family’s survival”

Dr. Juoman slams the table and leaves on the way to the stairs with rage on his face.

“Just make sure you’ll keep what you’re asked to do, or else…”

Stopping on his walk, Dr. Juoman turned his aggressive face back in front of his parents.

“Else, what? Else that I might become like my sister who’s happy on the other side of the planet doing what she likes?”

“She’s has a disease in her head, steadfast in escaping her responsibility as the eldest. She’s no artist, she’s straight up ignorant and a suggestion oppressor”

“She’s not sick”

The atmosphere gets heavier. I want to interfere, but my mind won’t let me move a muscle.

“Look at you that you followed our instructions, you’ve got enough money to make several hospitals if you like now”

“She’s… A HUMAN BEING WITH FREE FUCKING WILL”

“Free will? What’s that? I’ve never seen such poverty word in the history of money making dictionary”

“Well, since you’re the one who got me into this, I should have some rights as the elevated one, right?”

“You’re kidding, right? We are your parents, and we will always be the elevated ones, even if we die, even after we die, you will never cross above us, now get into your room, or we're gonna let everyone you know make you by just a click of a call”

Still reeking of anger with a veiny fist, Dr. Juoma silently went to his room, until.

“Now Detective, go follow him to make sure he’s doing his part”

Dr. Juoma stopped walking once more, with a face of shock towards mine alike as suddenly, my body starts to go follow Mr. Juoma’s request without my psychological consent.

“Agghhhh, don’t let detective get into this, YOU MONSTERS”

Jumping down the stairs, Dr. Juoma grabbed the ladle and struck them both in the solar plexus, knocking them down.

Suddenly after Dr. Juoma did, I strangely got control over my body back.

I looked toward Dr. Juoma.

He started to giggle, then softly laughed.

“Mr. Detective, can I finish this business quarrel of ours?”

Two hours after, Mr. and Mrs. Juoma woke up and immediately found themselves hanging on a tree with their hands tied to the rope connecting to the tree.

“Good afternoon, my financers”, Dr. Juoma stood up holding a pistol.

“What the hell is going on here? Put us down right this instant, or else”

“Else what? You're gonna do the manipulating thing that you’ve been dosing us through our foods starting from our childhood? Not today, sir… As I’ve not taken a single slurp of that hot pot and only ate rice with raw peppers”

“Just what are you trying to accomplish here, son?”

“We're just guiding you to a greater future”

“Yeah yeah, greater future, parents right, children wrong, blah blah blah, same nonsense at times that your kids must follow your exact path of life by literal totalitarianism to the point of putting chemicals to the favorites of the said kids in desperation to set them on that path with psychological manipulation”

“Son, what’s gotten to you?”

“Oh, we’re family now? Sweet, since such word has gotten erased from me by you, now pay for the price… or in other words, let me show your price”

Dr. Juoma aimed the bullet at them and shot them with five bullets each. Each shot is equivalent to the level of anguish that is heard from the parent’s mouths.

“Do you know that a hit in all limbs and both sides of the face can cause total paralysis?”

The parent’s consciousness is visibly absent.

“Silent already? Don’t worry”

Dr. Juoma loaded the pistol, and gave it to me, he then got his deceased parents down and tied both ends of each of their ropes to his head.

He backed up, and Dr. Juoma saw a crimson substance being released from his mother’s hollow eyes. He wiped it with his fingers and looked at me.

“Thanks for witnessing this, Detective… you truly are a good witness… please, get every bullet of that revolver flying… As this is just my rage… at a minimum”