They reached the parking side and Adam climbed upon her scooty, making Hazel gasp at his audacity. Who taught him that? She wondered because she was sure she did not do it. She hurriedly reached her scooty to hold him so he did not fall from there. “You shouldn’t climb like that, Addy! It’s harmful!” She said, trying to face him but he had his eyes somewhere else. He did not want to look into his mother’s eyes because both of them knew her eyes were his weakness and to stay angry with her, he needed to avoid her gleamy hazel eyes. “I’m a big boy,” he grumbled. Hazel sighed and then brought two helmets out. She put the smaller one on his head and then fastened the belt under his chin. All the while Adam did not look at her but Hazel did not blame him. She knew why he was upset with her. She then grabbed her helmet and then climbed the scooty. Adam swiftly held her from behind by her torso as he saw she was removing the brakes and after that, their ride began. On the way, they did
“Oh,” Irene sighed. She went into the kitchen and continued her work but could not keep the words inside her heart anymore so she spewed out soon, “But Addy is already five, Haze. I think you should enlighten him about this all. He should know that…” but she could not complete the topic and somehow went back to one person. Hazel frowned. “That what?” She asked, stepping ahead. She came into the kitchen and noticed that Irene putting cream around the cake she baked did not know when. “That he has a father!” Irene asserted, finally stopping her hands and then giving Hazel a tough look which she could not return when she heard her. Her lips parted in surprise. Hazel could not believe Irene was bringing that sensitive topic this easily. The mention of his name always brought up those bittersweet memories as well. Someone has said rightly that the one who feels can only judge. “And…” she was about to object when Irene showed her her palm, stopping her in the middle. “If he asks where
Christian desperately looked down at the watch that was wrapped around his wrist to check the time. It was late afternoon already. He was late already. He had thought that he would reach by eleven in the morning, but due to the delay of the flight, he had to wait for a long traffic jam after school to end. People riding bikes, bicycles and scooty escaped from that traffic jam but it was real difficult for the people sitting in the car like him. He had to wait there for almost an hour for the vehicles to proceed. But as soon as he got the chance, he did not let it disappear again. He left there, stopped at a flower shop to buy some flowers and then turned his car towards the direction of her house. He remembered her address even today because he knew someday he would come. As he continued to ride, Christian began to see the place he had seen five years earlier. Before coming to her house, there used to be two intersections on the way and after that, there was a big park where many
It was already evening and Adam had not yet returned home. The neighbourhood kid also plays in the same park near Aunt Jade’s house, he also returned home but Adam did not. And how long does he spend there? Everyone knew that Adam does not make friends easily, so why would he stay there for so long? He was angry with his mother and his mother knew it. Whoever met him on the way, seeing the sadness on his face, understood that Adam did not feel like talking to anyone. And if anything was left or was hidden then his classmates had told their mothers what had happened today because of which Adam was sad. That is why no one tried to go beyond that. And now Hazel was getting very worried about him. Adam never stayed out of the house past five o’clock in the evening, but today it was fifteen minutes past five o’clock. The park was only five minutes away from the house. When she asked her neighbour’s child on the way about Adam, he said that he was playing football and other games with s
“I’m tired! Like uncle Marcus!” Adam panted, flopping on a bench. His eyes squeezed shut as he took deep breaths while fanning his face which was sweat-stained. His t-shirt was wet, too, drenched in his perspiration after he played a lot. Christian, too, joined Adam on the bench, sitting next to him. He put his arm on the headrest of the bench as the tight muscles flexed, visible because the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He sighed, looking up at the sky before he turned to stare at Adam. “The sun is setting. Is your house near here?” He asked, turning his torso to face Adam. Behind Adam, there was the bouquet that he bought for Hazel so he could give it to her. It lay there, all set and decorated like before. And right beside that bench, there sat Marcus on another one, fanning himself while watching the beautiful sunset. He brought out that bouquet in case Christian needed it when he called him out of the AC car, but he had no idea that Christian invite
Christian smiled without his knowledge when he looked at Hazel. His heart as if found the peace that he longed for years. It was as if he could breathe peacefully after he was drunk on her pretty and familiar face. Her face always soothed his itching nerves, just like now. Even now she looked the same, he concluded when his gaze lowered to her. He missed those hazel orbs. So much. The bright colour in them was so powerful that its joy tickled his heart when she looked straight back into his eyes, seizing that sweet moment. As if the hot air stopped blowing around them, it was only he who exhaled softly like a huge burden from his shoulders was lifted off. His eyelids slowly turned heavy. Just a bit. Because it felt like a wishful dream that was finally fulfilled. He wanted to repeat the emotion when he realized his heart finally found peace. “And you know, he played with me!” Adam chirped at his mother. His eyes twinkled like two bright stars and his eyebrows raised when he told he
“Has he slept?” Christian asked, seeing Hazel as she came downstairs, holding the wooden railing. “Yes,” she answered, reaching the bottom of the stairs. Meanwhile Christian stared at her, scanning her down with admiring eyes. Her long hair was braided loosely and she was wearing a light pink cotton kurti, along with white cotton bottoms. She still looked the same, Christian thought, resisting a smile to pop out on his full lips. He loved to find that she did not change anything about her clothing style or hairstyle. As simple as before. As she came to sit on a couch next to him, keeping her eyes lowered, he put his question before her, asking, “Did you know about his health when you gained consciousness?” “No, I didn’t,” she answered. His eyes squinted as he stared at her silently. She never lied, so he believed her statement without thinking twice. Before he could ask anything, he saw Irene coming out of her room, holding a jug. Her gaze fell on the serious couple and her step
She took those happy moments. “Even if you didn’t see, we knew he was guilty…” she referred to Christian, “what you did with him wasn’t tit for tat because he already had it, but what you did was bullying someone who had nothing to do with you!” “When you speak, He hears you, so stop speaking for this ruthless man, Haze!” She grabbed her temple to massage it because none of the words that came out of Hazel’s mouth was wrong. “He’s a cruel man! He’s nobody to you! Don’t forget every man is the same, Haze! You may have forgotten but I remember how your father also abandoned your mother along with you, by blaming her character as well as her feelings for him!” “Stop that? Why are you talking about my mother all of a sudden?” She still had that memory in her head when she asked her mother about her father and she had no answer to give. She could not tell her that her father abandoned her. That could taint her mind, her thoughts for her father. Instead, the kind woman told her that he