Marcel rushed out of the hospital and got to the parking lot, he opened the door of his mother’s car and got in. “Marcel? Son?” He heard someone call his name from behind and he waited for the person to come forward. “Dad.”“When did you want up, my son?”“A few minutes ago.”“What? And where are you going?”“It's important. I'll call when I get to my destination,” that was all he said before starting the car and driving out of the hospital at full speed. He ignored the old man who tried to call him back. All he could think about right now was his wife and kid. He wanted to go there and find out if they were fine. That was what was in his head right now. Nothing more was important than that. Not even his life. *****After an hour of driving to the city, Marcel finally got to the city and rushed into the city hospital. He ignored the people staring at him and rushed to the ICU room door to look inside but it was empty. His eyes widened as he looked better. It was as if he could pict
The creak from the door indicating that somebody was pushing his bedroom door open didn’t make Marcel look up from where he was sitting at the end of the room looking all so miserable and confused. He was looking like hell that if anyone saw him right now, they wouldn’t believe that this was the energetic youngest, and most successful CEO of the city. They would look around in search of him and deny that it wasn’t him sitting here like an outcast. Well, it isn’t debatable as an outcast is far better than him. He would have preferred him being that than this. Around the room were bottles of beer that he had consumed. The room was filled with a harsh stench of alcohol and bottles were everywhere. Broken bottles, complete bottles, stay bottles, they were everywhere. He dropped the empty bottle that he was holding onto and moved to pick up another drink from his side but was stopped before he could open it and start drinking). He tried to force the drink away from the person’s hand. “
The next day, Marcel walked into the hospital looking a little bit presentable. His mother had persuaded him to have his bath, dress nicely, and look good. He was wearing a big eyeglass that covered the dark circles in his eyes. He has big dark eyes from not sleeping for the past few days and they were puffy. When he looked at himself in the mirror today, he almost spat out but he didn't care. If it wasn’t for his mother, he doesn’t mind coming here without bathing as that was the least of his problems. His problems were more than bathing and dressing up nicely. He walked around the hospital asking the staff if they knew anything about his wife and daughter but all of them said that they knew nothing about it even after he offered them lots of money. He didn’t want to sit down at home so he came here as he demanded answers. He wanted answers to the questions twirling in his head for the past few days. All he wanted was answers. “If you tell me all that you know, I’ll give you ten th
~Six Months Later, in Thailand~By 4 p.m., the wet street was already filled with pedestrians. Some were rushing home due to the rain and others continuing their businesses. Some were holding umbrellas and others walked in the rain as if they didn't care at all. The sound of drums and loud music in the lively street overpowered the sound of the rain and the voices of sellers trying to seek their goods faster since it was late were endless. They kept trying to bring in the passers-by who were on their way home to their shop. Everyone was hustling for a living here. Along the street, there was a row of shops crowded with customers and inside a hand knitting and painting shop, there was a skinny figure lurking in the middle of customers and answering their questions about the goods that they wanted. She answered their questions about the prices and tried to bargain with them. Well, in this kind of business, bargaining is inevitable. People tend to want cheap things these days. “Ho
Izabelle closed her eyes to calm herself down at the lady’s words and she opened them again to speak but before she could speak, Nick beat her to it. He walked to the door, took the umbrella from the lady, and started. “Auntie.”The lady was only thirty-four to thirty-five but she looked like she was in her mid-fifties already and that was the reason why Nick called her ‘Auntie.’ She looked like she could birth both of them.“Hey, you. I wasn't talking to you and how dare you call me Auntie, kid? I am not your mother’s sister nor your father’s sister. So don't call me that,” she pursed her lips before turning to look at Izabelle, and shamelessly, she blurted out. “Just look at you. How old are you? Yet you can't stick to one guy. Just stick to one and stop whoring around. Can't you stick to one man? You are young and with a child. Sooner or later you'll probably get screwed by a man.”“How can you say that?” Nick’s face darkened. “Bla blah blah. Don't you dare yell at me? Do I loo
Back In ThaiIzabelle soon closed her shop with the help of Nick who helped her pack up easily and together they both made their way to the house which was on the last floor which was the sixth floor in the building. It was an old building and if Izabelle wasn't mistaking, it must have been here for almost five decades. This building might just fall one day but she hopes that the day it falls, she should not be here. Using their flashlights as torches so they could see, they both made their way through the stairs. Looking at Izabelle’s poor living condition, he frowned and kicked a cellophane of dirt placed there by someone unknown. In this kind of place, there must always be stupid people who don't know how to keep things and just through them wherever they deem fit. As they got to the door, Izabelle fumbled with her bag for the key to her apartment and when she finally found it, she opened the door and was welcomed with darkness. “Wahhhh.”“Jesus.”“Sie Sie.”“Hahahaha.”A haunt
In the morning or the next day, Izabelle sent Rosie to kindergarten and returned home. Her normal process was to knot some wears and sew some clothes before finally arriving at her shop by noon. She opened the shop, cleaned it, and started ranging her stuff. In her mind, she made a mental note to mind her business yesterday and not mingle with her neighbors. On this street, she was known to be the only woman who minds her business and doesn't gossip at all. It's not like she can't gossip or is too righteous to gossip, come on, she was someone who loves gossip a lot. She used to be a fan of that with Ruby. But she just doesn't want to associate herself with these women because she knows that the moment she left there, they were going to gossip about her too and that will be so pissing to her. At two-thirty, she sat all alone in her shop, continuing to knit some clothes and wait for customers as the street wasn't lively yet.“Honey, slow down. I don't like this character of yours at a
Marcel didn't say anything. He just kept staring at her and waiting for her to calm down. He stared at the woman he had missed for these past months. Only he knows how much he struggled just to live these months without them by his side. He struggled really hard to be able to continue living and not give up on life. He stared at the woman who had lost a lot of weight in just six months. Her body no longer had the faint scent of the perfume that she used to wear but instead had a shampoo’s fragrance. In all, she still looked beautiful even with her hair packed casually and without any makeup. She was effortlessly the lost beautiful woman that he had set his eyes on and he couldn't help falling in love with her over and over again.“Leave, please.”She was being as calm as she could as she ordered him to leave her shop. He has chased away her customer. The man who came at the same time as Macel. He ran away from seeing her character to Marcel and thought that was how she acted to all h
~Eight Months And Some Weeks Later~“You know I'm not going to get into that thing, honey,” Marcel complained as he looked at the two of them. The two most important people in his life. Izabelle and Rosie. He was standing in between them and they were peering at him, begging him to do their bidding. Having two women in life is so stressful. He can't wait for the baby in Izabelle’s womb. The family of three was in a park. They came to have fun as it was a holiday and the mother and daughter duo were begging that Marcel get into the roller coaster with Rosie as her mother was heavily pregnant and would not be able to accompany the child up there. But Marcel was still traumatized from his last time getting on a roller coaster and had sworn that there was nothing in this world that would push him to get up there again. “Please, Daddy. Just this one time. I promise it won't be as bad as the last. Don't be afraid. “Who says that I'm scared? I just don't like how it moves so fast. Daddy i
Seeing that his boss’s wife was not fine, he decided to call a doctor for her. “Uncle, are you calling a doctor? Mommy is unwell.”He looked at the sweet little cute girl that he still couldn't believe was his boss’s daughter. Like, how come he has had a daughter all these while and he was only aware of it a year ago? “Yes, cute. Didn't worry, your Mommy is going to be fineThe little girl nodded and ran into the bathroom on the other side of the room. She came back with a bowl of water and a small towel in her hands. Knowing what she wanted to do, he smiled and rubbed her head. She was a smart little child just like her parents. “Mommy, I'm going to dab your face with the towel,” she told her unconscious mother. She had always noticed that whenever she was unwell and her temperature was high, her mother would simply dab her head with a towel and clean her body. This sad the second time that her Mommy was unwell since this year and this was the second time that she would be doing t
Izabelle finally woke up on the third day after she was declared pregnant. The doctors had said that she passed out from the shock and would wake up anytime soon but it wasn't until the third day that she woke up. When Izabelle opened her eyes, everywhere was blurry to her and she tried to look around but it was blurry to her. “Mommy, you're awake.” She heard Rosie’s voice and her tiny footsteps as she ran towards her. She also heard some other footsteps rush to her and when they were finally right beside her, she was able to see them clearly. “Izabelle, you're awake.”“Izabelle.”“Pl…please help me sit up.”Both Ruby and Mrs. Wilson helped her sit up on the bed and she ass finally able to see everywhere clearly. She was in the hospital. What was she doing here and when did she come here? Then all of a sudden, all the memories started flashing into her head. From her grandfather and then to her pregnancy announcement. God. All of this was happening too fast. Right! Her grandfather.
He was now suffering from both the cold from sitting in the rain for a long time and from the fall from when he was trying to pick up his phone. “I got here immediately I heard the news,” Ruby finished. “Where is Jared? He isn’t here?”“He stepped out a bit to make a call to his wife. He was in the office when he heard the news too.”“Goodness. I pray nothing happens to Grandfather. I don’t know what to do if something happens to him.”Ruby held her hands and patted it. She was trying to console her friend and make her feel alright. She just returned from Thailand in the hope of starting a new life and now this? This was depressing. She didn’t even tell Izabelle all that the doctor said. The doctors had said that the old man’s condition was so bad and they weren’t sure that he was going to make it alive and that they just had to pray that he eventually made it out. “Izabelle.”She turned to the side to find out who it was that called her and when she saw that it was Jared, she imm
~Three Weeks Later~“Marcel, what are you doing?”“Just a little okay,” Marcel said as he started kissing her from her neck downward. “We’re up in the air.”“Doesn't matter.” He continued kissing her, not listening to what she had to say. She was only trying to tell him that they were not home to be doing this kind of thing. These few weeks that they made up, he has been all and about her having her from morning to night all in the name of making up for the months that he wasn't here. Now, they were in a private jet traveling back home. Well, a lot has happened since the day his grandmother came to yell at her. After they settled, she had convinced Marcel to work hard to get his company back and he has been working from home since then. Home! Right. He moved in with them. Thinking about that made her smile. They were back to being a happy family and she couldn't ask for more. She just prays that nothing comes in between her happiness this time as she would be very sad if that were
The old woman turned and got face to face with her grandson which she quickly ran and embraced. Marcel got her away from him and rushed to Izabelle who couldn’t bring herself to face him. She turned away from him as he tried to look at her wound. If he shows any utmost care to her right now, she is going to melt and cry in front of everyone and that would be so embarrassing. She doesn’t want anyone to see her as weak or something. “Izabelle, look at me. Are you alright?”“I’m… I’m fine.”“No, you’re not. Grandma just hit you with something hard. I know what’s in that bag. Come, we have to look at your wound. Please look at me.”She couldn’t bear it any longer and let him look at her wound that had swollen a lot giving her a weird face. She felt like yelling right now because her anger was still at its peak and it would remain like this until someone calmed her down. “Calm down, okay. Look at me. Breathe, in and out.” She did as Marcel asked and was finally able to look him in the e
The old woman looked at the place that they were in. It was in front of a store with its goods displayed outside proudly. It was better than the other stores that she had seen while coming here. She stepped into the store and looked around until she heard a loud voice coming towards her. “Welcome. We have all that you wa…… Old Mrs. Wilson?”Izabelle exclaimed in shock as she stared at the woman standing in front of her in her shop. What on earth is this woman doing in her shop and who even informed her that she lives here? Her eyes were so wide in shock that if care was not taken, they might just pop out because like… What are they doing here?“Why are you so shocked seeing me here?” What kind of question is that? Why is she so shocked? Does this old woman really have no idea why she is shocked? It was obvious she never expected her to be in her today. It was more shocking than ever. “Forgive my manners, old Mrs. Wilson. I was just shocked seeing you here.”“I guess so. Well, that'
“I am tired of what your father and grandmother are doing. They both want to kill me in this mansion.”“It's going to be okay, mum. I'll do something about this.”“Please do, son. Please come and make the company stand on its feet again without getting married to anyone. They all think that they are wise enough to use someone to their advantage. I don't like that girl to be your wife anymore. Their true character has been revealed.”“Mum, about that…. I'm putting it on sale. I'm not changing my mind about that.” Mrs. Wilson ran her hair through her jet black hair that was messy from her not taking care of it for days. Her hair and even her head were messy. The marriage that she was in was also messy. Messy things around her. “Why are you doing this, Marcel? You want to put the company on sale? Don't you remember how hard it was for us to build the company to how it is now? We have done a lot for it especially you and all you want to do now that it's at stake is to give it out on sal
“You want us to forgive him already? You’re no longer angry at him?” “It’s not like that. I just feel pity for him after all, Mommy is the one who always says that we should forgive and forget.”Now, even her daughter was asking for her father to be forgiven. What was she going to do about this? She was scared of her heart getting broken again because if anything like what happened months again repeated itself, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to handle it. This drags her back to the question Marcel asked her before he passed out. What if she finds out that she was the one who misunderstood everything that day? What then was she going to do? If that was the case, she was clueless about what to do. If she gets out of the room now, she’s going to call Jared and ask him to get help from people so they can get the CCTV footage of that day. She wanted to see things from the people she trusted, not someone that she no longer trusted. “Mommy?”“Yeah?”“What are you thinking about?