CHAP 5

I'm currently watching a movie when my phone rang. I looked at it on the table and took it to answer when I saw the name of my friend, Ayesha. It's been almost a week since we last met, even though I always wanted to visit her to avoid my husband, I knew that it would be different for Bjorn. 

‘She's back. Come here to the house and we will go to the bar together.’ 

She was silent when I answered the phone. I automatically stamp my feet as disapproval. 

I'm not fond of bars after what happened years ago, but I can't stand them. They are the only ones I have right now. 

"I'll be there in an hour. I just have to do something, " I said and ended the call. 

I sighed heavily as I stared at my phone. 

I bit my lower lip and start creating a message for Bjorn. 

I'm going somewhere. I will be with Ayesha and Cassandra, the two friends I am when I'm in America. If you couldn't remember, Cassandra was the one I worked for then as well as the next day from tomorrow. 

I typed long before sending it to him. 

There is a little joy in my chest that I can resume working after she returner. I was an assistant nurse back then, an OB doctor until Cassandra's mom came and asked me to be a personal nurse for her daughter. 

I was busy looking at the weights and other details of the pregnant woman in front of me when a man approached me. 

I was shocked to see its Franco, one of my guy friends when Bjorn and I were not married. 

He smiled at me before touching the pregnant woman's waist in front of me. 

"She's my wife, Veronica. Nice to see you again Zayah." he said happily and even called my former nickname which they love to call me. 

My lips parted and I looked at the two of them. They are beyond happy; I can see it. 

"Veronica? Ohh! She's your crush back then." I smiled in response when I remembered the woman he was talking about. 

His face turned red while his wife laughed at him. 

"You beat me up Azaia too much." he said to me. 

I laughed and shrugged before looking at the little bulge of the woman's belly. 

"Congratulations Franco, you too Veronica. I'm Azaia by the way." I whispered softly and offered my hand. 

Veronica took it quickly and smiled in response to the greeting and thanks. 

"It's nice to see you again. It's been what? 2years since we last talk to each other." he whispered, I could feel the mixture of joy and regret in his voice. 

I just tried to smile at him. 

Ever since Bjorn and I got married, he has never allowed me to be close to my male friends or any other male. He also did not let me out of the house then. Everything just changed when I was born. 

Maybe Franco saw the difficulty in my smile so he let go of Veronica and approached me to hug. 

I consider my older brother almost all my male friends. They treasured me a lot like I'm their young sister. 

"Stay strong Zayah. We're still here when you need us. Just call." he whispered and broke his hug. 

He gave me a simple smile before returning the handle to his wife. 

"We're going in" he informed me and walked to the OB's room together with his wife. 

I just shook my head and tried to regain my energy. I was about to call the next patient when my phone rang. 

Bjorn ... 

I was immediately nervous. It was not Bjorn's habit to call. With my trembling hand, I answered it and gently applied it to my ear. 

"FVCKYOU AZAIA! I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL KILL YOU SO I WON'T SEE YOU ANYMORE AND YOUR SON TOO. YOU WHORE!” 

He shouted in anger. I stiffened in my seat as my chest roared with fear. 

He continued cursing again and again as I heard various falling objects that I think were objects he was throwing away. 

With my trembling hands, I manage to end the call when a woman in her late 40's went near me. 

I composed myself and tried to smile at her. 

"Do you have an appointment, Maam?" I asked politely. 

She smiled at me before putting a picture on my desk. I frowned at it. 

I stumbled upon meeting the woman in the photo. I will never forget that woman, she was the only one pregnant patient who pinched my cheek during my working time. One thing I will never forget here is the innocence of her eyes. 

"I know you don't know me, but my daughter knows you. I am here because my daughter asked me for a favor." she stated. 

Confused, I let the lady speak. 

"Cassandra had a miscarriage few weeks ago and luckily one of the twins managed to stay in her womb. And she called me to search for you and asked you to be her personal nurse in America. I'll pay for the expenses." she said in complete details. 

I am shocked and sad to hear what she's been through. That's why I can't see Rafael even though he is alive, it hurts so much that he can never be with him again. 

I WILL KILL YOU AZAIA! 

Bjorn's voice suddenly entered my mind again. I looked at the lady with pleading eyes. 

"I'll go Maam" I answered without any hesitation. 

Bjorn maybe ruthless to me, but somehow, I knew, he wouldn't hurt Rafael. 

The lady immediately took care of my departure. Just in time I flew to America. And there I breathed again somehow and had a friend again, this time, they are real. 

I spent almost an hour calming myself down before leaving the house. Since then, I have not gone to the bar after the incident. It reminds me of the mistake that ruined my life. 

I was shocked when I got to my friend's house. Her husband and Daeshaia are happy together. 

I envy them, but I manage to hide it. 

I secretly looked at Ayesha and took her to her room to talk. There I found out what had happened to them while it was fixing itself. 

"Azaia bar we are going to, we will not go for a walk," she commented to me after arranging. 

I just frowned in my mind. What is wrong with my crop top long sleeve paired with my jeans? 

I just shrugged and look at her with This-is-what-I-want-to-wear look. 

Loud music greeted us entering the bar. Ayesha walked first which I just followed. It got a VIP room that we immediately entered. 

I lazily slammed myself into the chair upon entering. 

"Err. I really hate bars" I said inevitably while remembering the face of my traitorous friend. 

"Enjoy bitch. It's not that bad" Ayesha said. 

I just shrugged to avoid asking questions and then took the wine from the table. 

"This is the only beautiful here," I said laughing. 

Ayesha just laughed before picking up her phone. 

I heard her tsked and show her phone to me. 

The innocent bitch is here. Finally. 

"Meet her. I'll wait here" I suggest which she obliged. 

A few seconds later, Ayesha returned with Cassandra. I admit, Cassandra's really stunning in her outfit. I am two years older than the two but that is not obvious when we are together. 

We started drinking and chatting. 

Same old shit bitches. Same old shit. 

I want to say it, but I knew, they also have their own problems. Ayesha also informed Cassandra about the meeting between her son and her father. 

Cassandra seems bothered. I just laughed in my mind. 

You don't need to be afraid. Your husband already knew. 

We continued to drink and talk about the happy things that happened to us back then when we were together abroad. 

In the middle of my drinking, the events of the past inevitably entered my mind. It just disappears every time I hear the laughter of my companions. 

We decided to dance on the dance floor until we saw Cassandra's husband who they knew was his ex-husband. We immediately diverted his attention to have fun and not imagine what he saw. 

Your husband is a stalker. 

I mentally think, I recalled seeing her husband in front of the house when I arrived in America then. 

They all tried to get along, but their partners remained resilient. 

I hope so is Bjorn. 

We went back to the room and continued our drinking until we were both drunk. 

I was even surprised when they asked for a taxi. I wanted to laugh when they bullied me for destroying my cherry. I could do nothing but make their trip very strong but of course I will help the woman. It's better to be safe. 

With my spinning vision I manage to walk near the bar counter. 

A familiar scent enveloped my nostrils but I did not pay much attention. I called the girl staff and asked for her help. 

Because I stopped drinking for a long time, maybe my body quickly gave in to alcohol. I was in the middle of talking to the woman I was slowly drowsy. 

I could feel the sturdy arm holding my waist as I leaned over. I even managed to raise my eyes to him. 

"Nine inches guy?" I murmured out of myself when I saw his familiar bulk despite the blurring of my vision. 

Am I hallucinating or it's really him? 

I still wanted to push him because Mang Ramir might be tempting me, but my body is really weakening. 

"Damn baby. You're drunk," I heard him whisper in a rough and deep voice before I was completely swept away by the darkness.