Mrs. Mallard had a heart trouble, it easily can attack her if she got a surprised news about her husband’s death. It was Josephine, her sister who tried to tell her carefully about this. Mrs. Mallard husband’s friends, Richards who knew that Brently mallard’s name is in the list of name that being a violent of a railroad disaster also there, near her. Mrs. Mallard paralyzed got the news, she cried over in her sister’s arm. After her sadness disappear slowly, she went to her room. She won’t anyone follow her. She locked the door. She stood looked at the open window, She had pressed by a pyshical exhaustion that seemed to reach into her soul.
Her mind flying, imagined anything that she want. She sat and thrown her head back to the pillow of the chair. When the sadness came, she like a child who cried and got sleep then continue to cry at her dream. She was young and fresh before, but now she was dull. She waiting for something that she didn’t know what it is. But, she can felt it creeping out of the sky then toward her through the sound, scents, and filled the air. She recognized the things that tried to possess her. When she abandoned herself, a little wishpered comes out from her mouth. “Free! Free! Free!” she said.
Her mind keep flying during that possession, she Imagined what happened if there were or weren’t dead in joyful. She kept wishpered “Free! Body and Soul, Free!”. Josephine was in front of the door of room, gave admission to Mrs. Mallard to open the door and stop what she did to herself. She won’t open the door.
She ran her fancy along the days ahead of her. Spring days, Summer days. All sort of days would be her own. She prayed at herself that life might be long. Then, she open the door for her sister. And walk down through the strairs in her sister’s arm. Richards waiting for them at the bottom.
Suddenly, someone opened the door with a key. It was brently Mallard who entered. He got safe from the accident. He had been far from the scene, and didn’t know that had been accident that might be taken his life. He amazed looked at josephin’s cry, at richards’ moved to gave him view of Mrs. Mallard.
When the doctor came,they said that Mrs. Mallard has died of heart disease, of the joy that kills.
This short story make us learned that’s not good to be sad too much for the death of our family. We must handle ourselves. And we must meticulous about the bad news that we got. Is that true or not? We have to proof it before we brought by the sadness.