I was towering high, heaving my chest up while glaring at Julian furiously: this to remind you of the tone; next time around that the devil wishes to push, you shall say no. In fact, the very enunciated words held such an amount of venom in the sound of my voice, so strongly did it have been full.The next thing I did was to slap him again. "Slaaaa!" The second time it came just as firm, just as strong, as the first had. Julian's eyes widened in shock, his face contorting in pain as he fell back, hands flying up to cradle his cheek once more."This slap will erase all kinds of escape notions with me running in your head." I told him in cold, blunt tones that had absolutely no room for empathy."I am not running anywhere with you, neither are you my responsibility," words which were heavy doses of poison, amounting disgust to Julian with each word.And then, for good measure, I slapped him again. "Slaaaa!" For the third time, just as hard and as fierce as the first two were, Julian's e
AT ADRIAN WORKPLACEAdrian reached his workplace feeling distractingly preoccupied, as if something had been nagging at his mind since morning. He felt elsewhere in his mind, lost in a maze of thoughts that seemed to swirl around him, digging him deep into their vortex. He tried to focus on the tasks ahead, but his brain refused to cooperate, stubbornly insisting on replaying the memories of his encounters with Jenny.He uttered to himself in a whisper that was almost incomprehensible because of the pats and ticks of his fidgeting footsteps, "I think I am getting addicted, and attracted, to Jenny. It sent down a shiver up his back, and into the pit of his stomach it settled unease.He sought to rationalize such feelings with the thought that a marriage was just some piece of paper-a business deal with no strings attached. "I don't need to give her my heart," he reminded himself, the words echoing within his brain as if a form of mantra. Yet, despite all this, he simply could not dispe
The feature on nice beaches running on some travel show took my attention with the nicest around town as my attention took to, the scan in its each beauties on, transparent waters, sand a powdery white color, with pictures of palm trees that turned long in my aches to have them for myself and right there and right here with Adrian.I was daydreaming about our next beach outing, the one that is usually scheduled to happen. I'd imagined us strolling along the water, feeling the sun against our skin, the wind cooling and light through our hair. I could visualize them, laughing and frolicking in the waves, sitting together and watching the sun set. It all just about got too much for me.Just as I was getting completely lost in that virtual tour, a car horn cut through the air; Adrian would be back. My heart leapt with a big bright smile across my face, for I was so full of excitement and affection. I just couldn't wait to see him, greet him with a kiss on the forehead, and excitedly liste
The only sound in the bathroom was the running water, and Adrian was standing under the faucet, eyes closed, his face expressionless. I waited for some sort of response, but he seemed a million miles away, isolated in his thoughts and emotions. A big lump formed in my throat, realizing that something seriously was wrong and I had no idea on how to fix it.I stood there, watching Adrian, my mind wandering through the many times we had shared: the laughter, the tears, the moments of pure joy and happiness. And now, it seemed like all was being threatened by some unknown force. A feeling of desperation rose inside me as I desperately tried to think of ways to reach out to him, to bring him back to me.But with every passing minute, Adrian was quiet-body screaming for "stay away." I felt like walking on eggshells without knowing what to do or say to break this tension.An oppressive silence filled the bathroom, and I waited for something, anything to tell me Adrian was still with me, that
I sat down and, with the first mouthful of food, just savored it, really enjoyed the flavors and textures. The jollof rice had just the proper amount of pepper, and chicken was tender yet juicy; crisp and sweet were the plantains. It all tasted so divine, and for that, I was grateful-I had Helen and her care again.As I ate, my mind wandered to my good fortune at having Helen in my life. She was a great deal more than a housekeeper; she was quite literally one of a kind, the best friend, confidante, and source of reassurance. Appreciative of her existence in my life, I so well knew that no matter what was in store, I would forever have her to fall back upon.I felt this tingling, as she finally turned her back and left the room; any moment, he would be out of the bathroom, and we could sit down together to eat. Adrian and I liked eating together; over the plate of food, we shared some peculiar bond. He would feed me, or vice-versa, our eyes, brimming with love, locked into each other'
My eyes teared up, ready to spill out and run down my cheeks. I tried holding them in, but it was useless. They started to flow, hot and salty, as the weight of my emotions bore down on me. I was crying for Adrian for the pain, the sadness he was causing me. I cried for us, for love that was, and all the memories we had built together.With the silence and darkness around me, I felt myself being drained out, into the abyss of nothing. The sadness and despair wrapping around me seemed to have swallowed me, with no way of getting out or finding my way back.It catapulted me backward to the surface. All I could do was to sit there, in a private hell of my own, and speculate on why I was condemned to this kind of fate.And the tears didn't subside but kept flowing upon their current of sorrow and heartache. I felt smothered by them, as if they had swept me off in a tide of despair. I had been helpless, powerless, unable to do anything against the pain and sadness now overwhelming me. The
As I stood before him, my eyes searching for answers, I could not help but feel a deep sense of hurt and confusion. "Why should I sleep in the guest room, Adrian?" I asked him, trying to raise my voice with an amalgamation of emotions, marshaling up the courage to confront him.I walked up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders with a gentle touch, hoping that this would strike a chord and bring about a sense of closeness.Instead, what met me was a cold tone that cut across, slicing into the air: "Jenny, just leave me alone, just go," Adrian suddenly yelled in an almost deafening voice. His voice sent shock through my open eyes as if to question or ask what all was happening at this very important moment.I stepped back, my hands dropping to my sides as if stinging just had started radiating from my heart.I stepped backward, my hands falling to my sides as a stinging sensation began to emanate from my heart."Adrian, I've stayed with you in our matrimonial bed," I said, trying to
The firmness in his voice threw me; he had never spoken with me this way. Really caught off guard, for a moment there, I had just stood fixed, frozen with shock and unsure of what exactly to do next. Maybe, I thought quickly, he was having a bad day. He must be under stress or somehow overwhelmed.Slowly, my feet turned and began to walk away, leaving Adrian to his loneliness. My heart was heavy as I made my way to the guest room, my feet moving of their own accord while my brain tried to take in all that had just occurred.As the door shut behind me, a pang hit my heart from sadness and disappointment. I knew Adrian and I could pull through, were sure that eventually we would make it through everything and come back even stronger than before.But as I stood all by myself in the guest room, I wondered if that had been a pipe dream. I breathed in and let my gaze travel around the room, attempting to still the tempests inside.I just pray that tomorrow he will be fine, I said to myself-
The message on the phone caused Adrian to stare in horror with bulging eyes. The pang of hurt and disappointment had begun as the mind raced with questions. He answered immediately, smashing his fingers on the keyboard. "Zan, why?? What's this for?" was his message, his eyes glued to the phone, waiting.But there was none from Zan. The silence felt heavy, and the seconds ticked like hours. With his anxiety building, Adrian's mind wandered all over the place. There was a feeling of dread; his insides were churning.Just as he was about to lose all hope, the message popped. "We are going back to already, sir," was an obscure, foreboding message from Zan. Adrian's eyes sharpened, and his mind was racing with questions. "Why?" was again written furiously, with trembling fingers, full of anticipation.The words of Zan were so incisive and quick, like a punch to the gut. "Did you violate any rules?" asked Adrian, but though he had surprised questions, he was mostly involved in important mat
Nested deep in the shrubbery of the guagua bushes along the winding road, shadows loomed long and dark upon the earth as Adrian continued driving. Putting the car to a halt with the engine sputtering to a stop, Adrian sat in silence, staring at the telephone tracker. Somewhere out there, according to the stats by the GPS, Jenny was to be found, yet her exact whereabouts remained clouded in uncertainty. His frustration red-hot beneath the surface, Adrian felt he might explode with anger at any moment. He ripped off his shirt, the fabric tearing against his back, a white singlet visible underneath. He kicked off his shoes, bare feet trembling with rage and ready for the kill. He was a man on a mission, backed by an awesome determination to get Jenny and save her.Adrian sat there, chest heaving, and gathered every ounce of courage for the battle ahead. The path ahead was fraught with dangers: conditions under the guagua bushes kept many secrets and few ever braved them. Yet he was read
Samuel looked at Julian with a mix of concern and confusion as he observed Fidelia's odd behavior. "Maybe she has taken some hard drugs; that's why she's behaving like that," he said in a low, thoughtful voice. Julian narrowed his eyes somewhat, his expression skeptical but then nodded in agreement.Her eyes glowed and her face twisted with a new terror. "Yes, I am mad," she said rather bitterly. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Due to the agony my mother went through. I shouted because she was in a state." Her words were poured forth in a flood, raw and unrefined. "No one was able to comprehend, not knowing her monster husband did it all, just so he could extort money.For a moment, Fidelia's eyes were fixed on Julian, boring into him with fierce intensity. "And you, Julian," she shouted at the top of her voice reverberating through the entire room. "You wanted me to have sex with you, right?" Her words hung in challenge and accusation in the air. In that instant, a longer ripple of
Standing there, dumbfounded, my eyes flew back and forth between those two people before me. What are you doing here, Dad?" I softly asked Samuel, turning my head towards him. Then to the other figure, a man whom I never have seen before, yet for all intensive purposes, he seemed familiar. "And you too, what are you doing here?" I added, narrowing my eyes while trying to place him.And then, like someone thrusting a sudden sunbeam into a cloudy day, it came to me and I recognized him, Julian. The name whispered through my mind, and I shivered. The pair exchanged a glance, Samuel and Julian, then both burst into laughter. A cold wind seemed to sweep the room.They laughed heartily and then, with a peal of laughter, fell silent, looking at each other with watery eyes. They turned towards me, then laughed again as they dug their faces in. That sound pierced through the fog of my confusion and terror and left me feeling naked and vulnerable.My throat mounted a steeplechase over my heart-
The darkness weighed on Adrian. Alone, he stared at the smartphone screen, and slowly the worries came and began overshadowing him. He tried calling Jenny for the final time. But this time it was even worse. "BEEP" the dial tone resonated inside his mind as a sad song, tying a heavy string to the future of uncertainty residing in front of him.He was losing within that desperation clutching his heart. His once sharp and focused mind began to wander off aimlessly and could not concentrate on anything apart from those haunting images of Jenny.The incessant maelstrom of questions swirling in his head formed different shapes, and all were more tortuous than the first. "Man, how am I getting through with this thing right now?" He held the phone in a grip that suggested it was the only rope that could hold him alive.His fingers raced across the screen with both urgency and desperation, and though the seconds trickled by in almost a freeze, every second seemed like an eternity as he stared
Minutes turned into hours as Mr. Zan stood by, waiting for Jenny to walk out of the ladies' room. His air conditioning motor started vibrating and soon it was beyond the threshold of audible perception but damps in harmony with the slow rhythm of his heart. For the hundredth time, he looked at the dial as the hands of time crawled across its face. It had been thirty minutes since he had been told to wait, but Jenny was still conspicuously missing.His gaze moved toward the security men, somewhat narrowed, as he put the question out to them- "Are you sure she's in there?" Confident nods came his way. "Yeah, look, she's coming," said one of them, somewhat softly, in a soothing tone. Mr. Zan immediately snapped his eyes toward the door of the ladies' room, with his heart now galloping in its euphoria. A woman walked out looking exactly like Jenny.Their gazes locked; he smiled warmly. "Mrs. Jenny!" he exclaimed, feeling relief. "We've been waiting for you for ages. Our company is next,"
Disgustedly, Adrian sighed; responsibilities lay heavy upon him as if to suffocate. His eyes moved through the room, over the sea of expectation on the faces, fluttering hands, whispering murmurs, crowding the air with tension thick with perfume, cologne, and the smell of freshly printed papers. "It's getting harder," he said softly enough that only he could hear it.With that, the next company was introduced- it sounded as if they were being announced in some long-forgotten imperial court: "A&Z Company Limited!" thundered the speaker from the microphone into the welcoming room. Clapping hands and cheering greeted the representatives of A&Z Company as they strode toward the stage. The applause sounded like relentless waves crashing against the shore, full of zeal.Adrian squinted as he calculated all his strategies and machinations while the watcher observed the present scene. The adrenaline in his system was pounding in his heart like an embargo drum. "Chevron Company, should get rea
The Dubai meeting was in full swing, and the atmosphere was charged. A male and female pair had organized the event and came on stage clad in bright red. The color itself appeared to embrace life with energy, beckoning to the audience. But Adrian's gaze was not on the speakers. He was staring at the door, almost through the gate, willing Jenny to return.Where had she gone? Adrian's mind was a storm of questions. Had she gone for air? Or was it to powder her nose? In Adrian's thoughts, of course, it crossed that she might have gone to relieve herself; however, with time slipping away and still no sign of her appearing, his worries began to build with concern over where she was.He continued watching the stage when the speakers announced the next one in line, and the words 'Diamond Company Limited" reached his ears. The Diamond Company Limited representative went to the podium, adjusting the microphone, commencing his speech. There were murmurs across the crowd, and all of a sudden, Ad
Frantically looking for the woman who just called me, I sat in the vehicle allowing my eyes to scour the space. Instead, however, I was surrounded by ominously faced men; their expressions were dark and foreboding. An unease overtook me, and I could feel an influx of adrenaline passing through my bloodstream."Where am I going?" I asked them, forcing my voice to stay even as terror began to rise inside me. The men did not seem to notice, though, lest be moved by such strident yelling and asking."Somebody talk to me!" I shouted, but before any reply could come, the whine of the engine roared into life, and the vehicle started to move, sending a jolt of panic through me that I was about to be taken somewhere against my will.The men were too strong for me again when I would have tried to open the door to escape. They kept me successfully on the ground, where one tied a black cloth around my mouth and rendered any outcry completely useless. Kicking and struggling did not help, for I had