Don't break my Heart

Blenka city, Adira's pov, I bit my fingernail nervously as I looked around the airport. My eyes kept on searching around as I tried to find him. It has been a year. A year since I last saw him face to face. I had been so busy handling my new life, and whenever I found the chance to go to him instead, something always came up. But that was going to be over today. He had called me a week earlier and told me about his upcoming arrival, which was today. I remember how fast my heart pounded when I imagined him standing in front of me. I remember how I could not sleep early at night because I wasn't able to stop thinking about him. And finally, those long waits are over. Any seconds from now, I was going to see him. “Where is he?”. I muttered impatiently. “Ma~ma worwy~?”. I heard a voice, and looking beside me, I saw that it was Vincent, who was holding onto an action fiction toy in his hand, with this bright look in his eyes as he stared at me. I was holding hi

Adira's pov, We arrived at my apartment. Me, Micheal, and my son, Vincent. Micheal was the one carrying Vincent, and seeing such lovely scenes was enough to put a bright smile on my face. We got out of the car, and I began to lead the way to my apartment floor. And just like I had mentioned earlier, I had brought Micheal to my apartment and not to his house because there was a lot both of us needed to catch up with. Before I knew it, we were standing there, in front of my apartment door. And so, without hesitation, I opened the door. “Come on in, Micheal. You are welcome into my house”. I said to him and never really stopped smiling, because his presence felt like a dream to me. A long dream which I didn't want to wake up from. Not now. Not yet. “Tsk. You look so happy”. Michael said to me as he let himself into my apartment.He continued to say to me, “If I had known that my presence was going to make you so excited, I would have worked harder and returned sooner”. His wor

“Who is that with you, Adira?”. My mother asked me, and I could guess she was talking about Micheal. Of course, it was him she was talking about. Her question made my head spin a little bit, before I turned to her and my father. So did Micheal. He turned to stare at them. I didn't fail to see how their eyes widened in disbelief after Micheal turned to them. That minute, my mother pointed a finger at Micheal while she stared at me. “Isn't he the Micheal I know? What is he doing here in your apartment?”. She asked. “Greetings, Mr Gael and Mrs Jane”. Micheal greeted them before he extended his hand to my father for a handshake. But my father refused to shake his hand, and that caused Micheal to take down his hand, thus making me wish that the ground could swallow me this instant, because of how awkward it was. I felt very embarrassed.But I knew it was mostly my fault, since I never told any of them that I was dating Micheal. I had planned on telling them about it when Micheal was

3 days later, Joanne's pov,“You must take care of yourself, sweetie”. My father said to me as he pulled me in for a hug. With the way his voice sounded, I could tell that he was holding himself back from actually tearing up. “I am going to be fine, Dad. I am a grown-up. It's not right for me to keep on living under the same roof as you and depend on you to feed me. If anything, I ought to be an extra helping hand to you”. I said to him, before he stopped hugging me and stared into my eyes.His fingers removed the few strands of hair that covered my face. “Go there and make me proud, my princess. And, you are right. You are a grown-up”. He said to me, causing the smile on my face to widen, but deep within I felt very guilty because I had lied to him.Well, I had told him the truth about getting a job, but I didn't exactly tell him the truth about where exactly the building was located, or the real name of the company, as I was afraid that he was going to search it out online and f

Joseph’s pov, “Here you go, Aunt and Uncle”. I placed the cups of tea on the table, before I excused the elders and my mother to talk in the living room. But, the catch was, I did not actually leave but hid in a corner because I wanted to listen in to what they were going to talk about. My mother had been acting a bit strange these past few days, and she would not tell me what was going on. But since I felt that she was going to tell Aunt Jane and Uncle Gael about what was going on, that was why I had to turn to this method. Yeah, I know. A child with a good character would not stoop low to eavesdrop on someone. Especially not eavesdropping on his elders. But, what would one have me do when I was so curious?“Is there something wrong, Becky? Your voice over the phone had me worried, so I had come here with my wife to meet you today”. I heard Uncle Gael say to my mother, making me glad that I was not the only one who had noticed that something was wrong somewhere with her. “Yes.