As Emma drove through Graig school route, she tried not to think about the scenario her mind had been haunting her with since last night. She was taking Ryan to his creche class. Last night, she placed a call to the driver to help her get few things she described after handing him the key to her bedroom. He brought her Ryans school uniform, a bag of Ryan's clothes and some stuffs she needed. The shock she got last night was unbearable and she was sure she could pass for a traumatized victim. She wouldn't pick Gideon's calls neither did she reply his text messages. She now hated him for all she knew. Gideon had created a vacuum in her heart last night and the ache resulted to the tears that never stopped flowing from her cheeks. She wept and vowed never to step foot in that mansion again. When she woke up that morning and decided to drive Ryan to school, her mother was shocked because she had expected Emma to be secluded and probably hopeless. However, she knew how determined her chi
The little kids gathered at the playground playing with the swings and the sand. One kid, in particular, stood away from the park not interested in playing with his classmates. All he wanted was his Dada which up till now was nowhere in sight. Ten minutes passed and still no sign, the playground was becoming vacant. Mrs Shaw came out from the school building and was more than surprised to find the little kid whose mother took nothing less than two minutes to pick him up from school standing close the park with tears in his eyes. She decided to walk over to him. “Hey little one, where is your mother?” the little kid looked up at her with sad eyes and said “dada”. Mrs Shaw was confused, it was usually his mother who picked him up from school, so why was he saying “dada”. She hoped in her heart that his mother was okay Mrs Shaw picked up her phone from her purse and dialed Emma’s number but it went straight to voice mail she tried again three more times but it was the same reply. She be
The 9th of June. Two weeks after the death of Ryan. Emma stood in-front of the open window releasing her hand out to the cold breeze that brushed her tender skin. She shut her eyes trying to derive comfort from the overbearing heat that was burning her up from the inside that morning. It would have been Ryan's birthday today. He would have turned three today. Emma quickly cleaned the tears streaming down her cheeks with her left palm. She must be strong. She said. She had vowed to be strong even though the last two weeks had been the most difficult stage of her life. Her days became darker and she blamed fate for being unfair. She was dealing with the fact that she had been cheated by a husband and death snatched her son afterwards. It was almost as if hell was unleashed on her. As she stood by the open window, she imagined how Ryan would look in the next seven years, who would have been a big kid? Would he had been the chubby lively kid she knew? She thought. Would his dark hair st
Emma adjusted her black facing cap as she dragged her luggage behind. She never thought the casual outfit she was wearing could be this comfortable. After having Ryan three years ago, her body size increased and she often felt wide. She almost hated her body but later appreciated it as one of the gifts that come with motherhood. She hasn't gone back to her former shape since then. Her fitting clothes became uncomfortable and her tummy would bulge out of a dress. The brown sport trousers and large black sweater she now wore made her feel light. Her body felt relaxed and all she had to do was carry it along. She doesn't have to struggle to feel comfortable after all she thought. The last time she was in an airport was about a year ago when she, Gideon and little Ryan went to Brazil for a family vocation. The vocation was quite eventful as they had fun and enjoyed it as a one big happy family. She had loved Brazil since then. Even though Gideon had promised to take them on internationa
It was exactly 7pm and Gideon Romero held the glass of whisky firmly against his palms. If only he could have held unto his family as firm as this, then maybe they would still be together. Ryan wouldn’t be dead, Emma wouldn’t have left and Gideon wouldn't look like shit. He honestly didn’t care how he looked at this a point. All he cared about was how many bottles of whisky he could drink to forget. He was on his second bottle and it was working hours. It’s the good thing he owned the company. He had specifically told Judy not to allow any visitors into his office, absolutely no one. He wanted to drink till he passed out. He was about pouring more whisky into his already empty glass when the door to his office opened. “I thought I told Judy no one was allowed innnnnn” Gideon slurred, his eyes fixed on the glass cup. “I’m not classified as anyone man,I’m your best friendddd” Roderick said mimicking Gideon. He was here for a reason. He had to get his best friend back, he was sick and
Flashback: To say Judith Alia was not the star of the night would like be calling the universe plain. False right? As Judith walked into the ball room wearing the latest design by Saint Laurent. The gold gown clung to her like a second skin as though it had been made specifically for her. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall and her legs graced the almighty Nappa silk strappy heels. Of course all she wore had been customized, it had to be, Judith Alia was a well known global model, she has modeled Dior, channel, Versace, Prada and even Gucci so it was no surprise that the beautiful blonde was the star of the night. Julia was here sorely for one thing, more like one person: Gideon Romero. Sure she had come here to party, and have fun but most importantly she had come here for a pleasurable business. Ever since she had laid eyes on Gideon on that vogue magazine last week, he had been rent free in her head. Now that she had had a look, she wanted to taste and claim
"Is there anything else you will need Ma'am? " Will asked Emma’s mother who sat on the couch sipping the tea he just made for her. She wrapped herself in a shawl and declined Will’s offer. The man had done more than enough for her and her husband since Emma’s departure. "Thanks for everything. God bless you my boy. " Pearl told William as he stood in the parlor, looking around to see if there was still anything left to be done. “Don't mention Ma'am. " he replied. "I'll check whether the guys I asked to clear the shrubs behind are done. " Will told Emma's mother before dashing out of the living room. "Such a good young man. " she acknowledged. Ever since Emma left, he had stepped in acting like the son or rather son in law they never had. Pearl missed Emma terribly but she knew her leaving town was the best and fastest way for her to heal yet it didn’t stop her from feeling the way she did. Her husband Emma's father had tried to console her explaining how important it was for their
Judy examined the well sealed tomatoes in their transparent pack. They looked perfect and their freshness was evident. Every ingredient must be perfect. She thought. She placed some vegetables in her shopping basket alongside a salmon and some spices. She ensured she left the grocery store after getting everything she will be needing. She carefully selected the ingredients paying attention to their freshness and she checked the expiry date of the packaged items she bought. She had never been so cautious while shopping until now. "Good morning. " She greeted Frankie after he had opened the door for her. His attention quickly drifted to the plastic bags she held. "If you won't let me in them help me at least. " she told him with a smile and Frankie quickly collected the bags from her. They got to the kitchen and Frankie was soon placing the things in order. "I'll take it from here Frankie. " Judy said. Frankie stood staring in confusion without uttering a word to her. "You can go