7

HIS mouth fell wide open, as he stared at her, making her feel uncomfortable. She pulled up a curious face.

"What? Why are you staring at me that way sweetheart?" She asked, stretching out her hands.

"What is all that?" He asked, waving his left hand at her.

She looked down at herself, and then turned back to him.

"What is all what? What do you mean?" She asked looking befuddled.

"The make over, isn't that too heavy?" He asked.

"Oh, no sweetie. It is not, I'm actually looking beautiful for you, don't you like it?" She smiled sheepishly.

He snorted and looked away, turning to his glass of wine.

"You should actually stop all these madness and save your stress, Amelia", he said carelessly and sipped some wine.

Huh? Her mouth fell wide open, what does he mean by that? Her face changed.

"You never say nice things to me Jeremy, you hardly even talk to me and when you do, nothing nice comes out of your mouth", she said and tossed the apple in her hand into the tray carelessly.

He watched her and stiffened a laugh. It wasn't just his fault that he was not in love with her, I mean, he had tried to love her, but he just couldn't.

Her presence disgusts him, the way she talks, walks, dresses, laughs, everything about her just disgusts him, he doesn't know why.

Well, how he wished his parents and her parents as well would be able to understand, the earlier for them, the better.

He ignored her last statement and got up, then walked to his wardrobe.

Amelia watched him, her eyes burning anger. He couldn't even reply her, or was it the fact that he couldn't compliment her, instead he castigated. Ahh! Why this punishment?

She was still watching him as he selected out a shirt and a trouser and began changing.

"Are you heading out?" She asked, obviously certain he was.

"It is not somewhere I can go with you", he replied.

She sighed.

"You didn't even reply my question well, goodness!" She exclaimed.

He said nothing, as he was now standing in front of the dressing mirror, still dressing up. 

Silence stretched as he left the mirror and put on a black canvass, then walked back to the couch, grabbed his phones and car key and began walking towards the door.

Huh? Just like that? Was he just gonna go out and leave her all alone in the house? No.

She cleared her throat.

"Well, I came to spend the night with you", she snapped and he abruptly stopped.

"What?" He was still facing the door and backing her.

"You… you heard me right", she stuttered, scratching the back of her head.

He turned to her.

"I don't get you Amelia. Spending the night with me as your husband or what?" She asked.

Her countenance fell.

"Jeremy please, stop this. We are still gonna get married…"

"And who the hell told you that crap?" He interrupted.

"Huh?" Her eyes widened in astonishment. "Jeremy, is this the first time you are hearing this? Or okay, are you just hearing it from me?" She asked, sitting up.

"Well, let's take it that way, but you can't actually spend the night here, there are guestrooms in here, a lot of them", he said and turned to leave.

"Gosh Jeremy, you are just getting me angry. Every word that comes out of your mouth gets me annoyed, I am spending the night here with you, and you won't stop me", she said, shouting.

He smirked, though she couldn't see his face.

"Try harder Amelia baby, my mind is made up", and he opened the door, and walked out.

Amelia was so pained and the next thing, she bursted into cry. Kicking and punching on the bed, hitting at everything she could lay her hands on.

Why was Jeremy doing this to her? Why? Why does he hates her? Despite everything she's been doing to let this love work out, he keeps ruining them. God!

She was still crying when the door opened and Mrs. Petersons entered. She was coming in smiling and then the smile disappeared. What! She saw her proposed daughter in-law crying hysterically like a mad woman? What was wrong?

But she just met her son at the hallway and asked after her, he had said she was good, although he just said it, but she took him for his words.

"Amelia baby, what is wrong? Why are you wailing?" She asked running up to her.

"Mom I'm pained, allow me cry my pains out", she said and picked up the knife in the tray of fruits.

What! Mrs. Petersons eyes widened in shock and fear as she rushed forward and held the hand she used to pick up the knife.

"Oh no baby, please. Don't do this, please", she pleaded, trying to take the knife from her.

"No mummy no, allow me, allow me to end all the pains, the emotional trauma, my sadness", she said, still crying.

They were now dragging the knife together.

"Please, Amelia please, we can talk about this. Just give me the knife", Mrs. Petersons kept pleading.

Amelia didn't let go, she just held on to the knife crying and dragging. Finally, Mrs. Petersons got the upper hand and she collected the knife from her.

"My goodness daughter, do you want to kill yourself?" She asked.

Amelia kept mute to her question as she just continued crying.

Mrs. Petersons sighed and tossed the knife to the other side of the room, far away from them.

"Alright, what is the problem? Talk to me, I'm all ears", she said, and took her hands in hers.

"It is Jeremy, Jeremy keeps hurting me, mama, he keeps getting me annoyed", she said.

She sighed deeply. She knew it, she knew it must be her son, despite the reply he had given her at the hallway.

"I don't even know if he is still willing for us to get married, I don't…"

"Oh baby, of course he is. He is, don't doubt that," she politely interrupted.

"Don't worry, I will talk to him", she said.

Amelia raised up her head to look at her.

"You will?" She asked.

She nodded, smiling.

"I will, once he returns, I will talk to him. So stop crying", she said and drew her closer for a hug.

"Oh momma, thank you. Thank you so much", she said.

"Just promise you will not cry again", she said.

"I promise", and they embraced.