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Eighty three

CHAPTER 83

SANTIAGO

I dropped the cup on the wooden table, and poured another shot, then drank up. The music that was being played wasn’t helping my mood in any way as I continued to worry about what I had done at Glenn’s place.

I sighed heavily, and drank the last shot, then stood up to leave. I only drank half a bottle, so I didn’t feel tipsy or wasted. I couldn’t endure the horrible feeling anymore, so I decided to head for Glenn’s house.

I walked out of the pub, and the night breeze howled, and caressed my skin, making me feel a bit relieved, but it wasn’t enough. I got into my car, and started the engine, then drove off to Glenn’s place.

It was best to apologize for dashing out of her house angrily. At least, if she was going to forgive me, I would feel much better than drinking to forget the horrible feeling and then remember it after I’m all cleared up.

In no time, I got to her house, and parked my car outside. I got out of the car, and exhaled, hoping that things would work out and we’ll sort out things the way we should.

While walking towards her house, I met the house owner walking out.

“Good. I’m so glad to see you.” She said, looking like she was about to report Glenn for something.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” I asked, inquisitively.

“Yes! There is! This Glenn of a woman hasn’t paid her rent, and it is overdue. I’m tired of asking her to pay up her rent. It’s beginning to seem like all she knows how to do and will continue to do, is to plead for more time. I’ll pack her things out soon!” The landlady threatened, looking really angry.

“I apologize for that. I'd like to pay her rent. How much is it, and which account do I have to send it to?” I inquired as I brought out my phone.

The landlady’s face brightened up, and she came closer to me to give me her details. After getting her details, I sent her the rent fee, and even paid her a token to apologize for the whole situation.

The landlady was pleased with me, and then she gave me a receipt which she processed immediately, and when I collected the receipt, I walked over to Glenn’s house, exhaled as I got to her front porch.

Then I bent down and I tucked the receipt under the door, and left. I got to my car, and drove back home feeling a bit better. I hoped paying her rent was going to make things better, and not worse.

I got back home to the new apartment we just purchased, and opened the door only to meet Martha wide awake. My eyes drifted from her face to a broken piece of artwork on the ground.

I was hit by shock when I noticed her hand was bleeding.

“Gosh!” I muttered under my breath, and dashed towards her, then led her to the sink.

She looked frozen as she took care of her bleeding hand in the sink. I was also quite taken aback, but I was glad that it wasn’t worse than this.

“What happened? Why was the artwork on the floor?” I asked, out of curiosity.

“I opened the windows to allow the breeze to come in, so the wind got harsh, and threw the fragile artwork off the wall.” She explained as she washed her hand slowly.

“Oh. So, you hurt your hand while you were trying to pick up the pieces.”

“Yes. I’m fine though. I didn’t bleed that much.” She said as she turned off the tap, and reached her hand towards the cabinet for a bandage and possibly, an ointment.

I reached out my hand to help her, and our hands came in contact. It was cringe, so I quickly grabbed the bandage and ointment, then gave it to her.

She placed them on the sink, and as she was about to apply the ointment, she stopped, and looked at me.

“Why won’t you love me?” She questioned, with sadness visible in her expression.

I didn’t see that coming, and that got me speechless. I couldn’t give her a reply, so I cleared my throat, and looked away.

“Please. At least, just for the baby. Be there for the baby.” She pleaded, with teary eyes.

I sighed heavily, and didn’t like where this was heading to, so I walked out and went into the room, and sat on the bed. This whole situation seems entangled and it was hard to think about the perfect decision I could make on this.

I slammed my hand on my face as I couldn’t still think of what to do regarding what she had said. Then I stood up, and paced around. At least, it was only right for me to give her a response, or if I couldn’t, it was best for me to think of the best decision for us.

After pondering on different thoughts, I sat down on the bed, and sighed heavily. I guess the only right thing to do was to help out with the baby. I had to care for the baby, and make the baby feel safe and loved, and cared for.

But there was one thing I had to do before all that started. I laid on the bed, waiting for morning before I executed my plan as I can’t go back to her right now to start explaining things.

I woke up the next morning, had my bath, then got dressed. I walked out of the room in search of her but couldn’t find her anywhere. Did she perhaps not sleep in this house last night? That couldn’t be possible.

Before I could take a step back to the room, I saw her coming in. She must have gone out to get something.

“Good morning.” She greeted me, without looking into my eyes.

She led me to the dining table, and I sat down with her as she had prepared breakfast. After a brief silence between us, I decided to speak out.

“I have made my decision, Martha.”

As I said that, she looked up, and stared into my eyes out of curiosity.

“I want us to go to the hospital this morning to do the necessary tests for the baby.” I voiced out as I placed my hand on the table, and a shocked, and nervous expression replaced her curiosity.

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