Mia's eyes grew wide as plate and she gasped feeling stunned staring at the noodles drooping on her dress. Her dress was moistened with the pasta sauce.The customers seated in the same row as Mia's table glanced over their shoulders staring at Mia and observing the stains on her dress.Juliet felt jittery seeing Mia covered in noodles and she apologized with a soft voice, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to."Mia's face contorted and she screeched, "sorry? Or you did this on purpose.""I'm sorry Mia. If I hadn't been clumsy your dress would be okay. Please accept that it was just an accident.""You splash my order on me and you are requesting to me to take it as just an accident? How dare you tell me that? My dress is damaged and you cannot tell me to take it as just an accident. You have no right to make demands!" Mia screamed."I know your dress looks horrible but splashing the pasta on you is unintentional."Mia folded her arms and she smirked as an image of her spilling grease on the
A burden. Lately, Mia have gotten acquainted with that feeling when your body keeps reminding you how you are. She wishes she can escape it but it is difficult. Mia was stupefied when she learned from her doctor on one of her schedules with him that she has a brain tumor and that it will completely alter her health it was then clearer to her why the constant headaches, dizziness and loss of appetite. As weeks were passing, she realized that she is now becoming slim, she looks hideous sometimes when she stares at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips are always parched, she'd rub them with lip gloss a few times and still, they were getting darker. Her cheeks which were chubby were now flat and her eyes always seemed sombre. Strands of her hair would roll off her head dropping like grains of sand on her shoulders. Jansen, her husband nowadays do not wait to have breakfast with her, he'd always leave to his office before she wakes up and when he arrives home at night, he arrives late at
It was 10:15. Jansen crouched on a wedged chair in the middle of the room at a bar grasping a glass of liquor. He drove to the bar soon as he left his office. The bar was spacious, glowingly red bulbs rotating in the gleaming ceiling was illuminating the room, the rug on the floor was crimson red. Bottles of liquor were being tossed on the floor, champagne glasses and packets of cigarettes as many youths were hopping energetically, twisting and coiling their bodies like an uncoiling rope. The crowd became bigger as many youths barged in through the doors scampered to the stage slipped into the crowd. They were dancing to the fast beats of the music streaming from the studio and screaming as if from a mountain top audibly.Jansen downed his tumbler of liquor and he moaned, it tasted bitter like a dose of a medicine and he felt gag, he closed his eyes against the bad taste. He was feeling unrelaxed as the music was banging in his ears and he wanted to go to somewhere noiseless and he spr
It breathed a frenzied morning the subsequent day. Mia woke up. A radiant sunlight streaked into her room from the windows illuminating the room. She glanced left and right hoping she might see Jansen lying besides her but he wasn't. She glanced at the door post staring at it to see if his pair shoes could be sitting there. He usually drops his shoes by the door when he comes home exhausted.Mia tossed on the bed and cuddled her pillows softly, "where are you Jansen right now?" She felt quite perplexed. She misses Jansen holding her in his arms when they lie on the bed together. She misses the smell of his perfume and his warm soft touch.She felt quite anxious and picked her phone from the table by her bed staring at the screen to check for any missed calls or texts from him and the screen was blank."Huh!" She sighed, "why isn't he home yet?" She pondered. It felt strange cause he barely spends a night outside. And when does, he'll send a text. She sprang to her feet to head to the
On the luminous Wednesday afternoon, Jansen crouched on a wedged chair across an Italian glossy dining table with Mia and Isabella grasping his cutlery and slicing the fried steak on his plate, the cutlery was clanking as it scrubbed against the plate. Shiny trays of cheese and salad sat on the table beside bowls of fresh bubbly fruits.Jansen's cheeks rolled as he was nibbling the steak, he pulled the napkin on his table kneading the sauce on his lips. He grasped a glass of chilled water, bowed and downed a few sips, and sighed, "this taste so good." He grinned from ear to ear.Mia rolled her fork in her pasta to scoop out of it her lips curved into a smile, "I'm glad you like it." She stretched her hand toward his hand and held it and she looked into his eyes, "I'm glad hon that you are home today.""Yes, daddy!" Isabella screeched in excitement, "I wanna introduce you to a lot of my new toys momma bought me most especially to my barbie dolls.""Really?" Jansen stared into Isabella's
Juliet stood in front of the sink in the kitchen scrubbing a pile of plates dissolved in it. White bubbles floated over the water in the sink like a giant white cloud. Jansen advanced towards her he stroked her waist and stared at her face, "hon you look beautiful even when washing the dishes."She scraped out of the bubbles and splashed them on his face and she giggled. Jansen felt the bubble tickling his nose and cheek and he stretched his hand towards the sink, "since that's how you wanna go...," Juliet panicked sensing him grasping some bubbles and she held his arm pulling it, "don't love." Jansen wrapped his hand around her waist and he stood so close to her their nose was almost touching and they stared deeply into each other's eyes she wrapped her hands around his thick neck."I can't ever stop loving you.""I can't ever stop loving you either." She let out a chuckle.****Days after, in the wintry gloaming Juliet waddled on a secluded pathway heading towards her condominium, s
Jansen was crouching in his chair in his office. His chair is Captain style on wheels with leather seat and back. Jansen leaned way back in the chair and cranked his neck hard over, he could see the sky from the office window, hazy-blue and cloudless and so smoggy.Inside, the office was small and cold. Four cubicles shared an empty common area. The carpet was sea green. There was one window, vertical, narrow and fortified with chicken wire. Jansen sat up and he glanced at the bouquet of red roses lying on his desk. It was wrapped with a luminous white leather on the sides. Jansen rose to his feet and he leaned the bouquet towards his face, the fragrant scent oozing out flowed into his nostrils and he grinned from ear to ear, "Mia's gonna love it." He purchased the bouquet since forenoon to present it to Mia during their anniversary dinner tonight.Suddenly, a broad image of him grasping Juliet in his huge arms and kissing her lips affectionately flashed through his mind and he giggle
It was 11:52 pm. Jansen arrived at Havelock street, he quickly stepped out of his car and had to grasp a torchlight as he observed that the road is murky and covered with a mist. He strode the street glancing left and right pointing his torchlight at wherever he looks. The rays of his torchlight gleamed on the road. "Juliet!" He screeched. He did not hear any response and his heart was fluttering he screeched her name thrice still the street was utterly silent and he rubbed his hair in nervousness, he sighed, "where are you?" His eyes trembled and tears were soaking them."I hope you're not dead, " Jansen clenched his fists, his face contorted with rage, "I swear I'm not gonna spare any of the goons should anything happen to you." He kneaded his cheek, and a tear dropped. He continued to waddle.Juliet felt as if she is being pricked by sharp thorns as she tossed and the slope pulled her toward the edge of the cliff, she rolled off the edge and she glanced down noticing huge sturdy ro