All Chapters of MAKE ME MOAN, BOSS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Good morning!”Ray greets me after a long decade of axenic lulls as I bathe in dismay, trying my best to understand if the man in the wheelchair is the same man that I know. But how can it be? I mean, how?“Can you stop looking at my husband as if he is a ghost and just let us in? You look like you are casting a spell on him like the one you cast on my son!”I am sorry.I got so absorbed by looking at her husband that my vision blurred her image completely. I don’t even recall noticing her presence. But now that she just puked her arrogance out, I avert my gaze from her husband and fix it on hers. The old man must have found my intent gawking behavior too embarrassing. But what should I do? I am still tempted to think that my eyes are judging me. How can the vibrant Mr. Mazur be confounded in a wheelchair and look so debilitated? What happened?“Didn’t you hear?"“Mother, please!” Ray screeches at his wicked mother, shutting her up while her husband throws her a glance of disapprova

Ray and I stride to where his father is playing with his grandchild. We have been watching them for minutes, and Ray is beyond enthrilled seeing his father this way. It seems like he has given them quite a scare for these two years that he has been ill. What I find amzing is that Angel has brought about this sudden cganhe in his that can’t keep Ray’s lips sealed. Blood is really thicker than water, huh. Just like it happened with her daddy, the connection between Angel and her grandpa is obvious. It was automatic.“Umh…Mr Mazur, may I take her now?” I say, gesturing at Angel to get off the man’s lap.“I know my son has told you that this old man is soo weak, but he is exergerating. I am perfectly fine with my beautiful grandchild. She is quite heavy, but this man is not as old or weak like my son thinks.” He says, hugging the little girl so tight.I look at Ray to ask for help, but he shrugs his shoulders slightly, but gives me a wink that his father can handle it. I guess, I was worr

“I was a very vibrant man when you last saw me, Irma. I was the man of the house. I held the sole authority to make you marry my son, and you two could be living happily with each other. No one could have dared go against my word. You wouldn’t need to sneak your hands under the table just to hold each other like your heart wants.”Shieeet! Damn! How does he know? I told you this man is so sharp-witted. I try to yank my hand away from Ray now that we have been caught, but I guess he is glad that we have actually been caught because he does not let go. He pins me more on him, and since I don’t want to arouse any more suspicions, I just let him have his way.I blush as I gaze I look back at Mr. Mazur, though. This is so embarrassing. The old man might be thinking about what we would be doing if there was no one around. But if only he knew that we had already sampled that sin. Sigh!“Instead of choosing what was right, which was my son’s happiness, I put my interests first, my legacy, my

“Okay. I suppose you have bought a gun, then? We really will need one unless you want to die in the hands of Mrs. Mazur and Ray’s wife, Irma. Goodness! I don’t like the kind of feeling that I am getting. We are technically throwing ourselves to the wolves.” Here comes Julie, the lamenter. The fear-freak little bitch She is scared to hell by this news that I just gave her.I know. I know. Yes, believe me, I do understand her. Everyone would look at this scenario from her perspective. Almost everyone would share her sentiments right now about this madness. All this is wrong. All is risky. Wait, risky, yes. Tick that one. But wrong? What exactly is wrong? Me granting an old, ailing man’s plea? Is my daughter getting what she truly deserves? What am I entitled to? Or the possibility of me and Ray perhaps just reuniting? Or is Ray performing his duties as a father to his only child?What exactly is wrong there? Nothing wrong with the above, right? We are just rewriting all the wrongs here.

It is that awful day. That day, I am closing yet another chapter and opening a new one of my unknown future. That day, we are saying goodbye to this house that has been our home for the last about six years. Sad, somehow.Darting my eyes around this house and this particular room, I won’t deny that I will not miss this place This is where I started my life all over again. Another phase of my life unfolded. I came into this house about six years ago. My heart was bleeding. I was torn. I was so broken and so lost. So confused. And most importantly, I am so bitter with myself, the world, and everything in general. The graph that depicted my fur was so obscure. I could not tell where I would end up with my baby. All that I knew was that I was a pregnant woman. A broken and broken potential motherI was a pregnant woman whose baby daddy had just toyed with and betrayed me in the most cruel way. That is what I knew back then. I was made to believe that, and I embraced that lie. I was about