Louis, Please Reconsider 1

In Olivia's Bedroom.

She sobbed all through the ride to her house on Baden Powell Road. Then, the cab driver, a thirty-year-old man who felt for her, could not help but console her.

“Young lady, I can feel your pains, but my advice is simple. Another door cannot open if one does not close. Cheer up.”

“Thank you, for your concern, Driver," she appreciated him.

“You are welcome.”

She got to her house at 10: 25 PM and brought out her suitcase from the taxi before she walked to her apartment. Meanwhile, her parents, who were Missionaries, had been on foreign missions in Egypt, and that made her matter less tasking.

“Olivia, you are back. We were not expecting you home tonight," one of her siblings said.  

“I see," she gave a perfunctory response before walking to her room.

She sat down all alone, and began to talk to herself, “'What will mummy say about this? How do I face her? Father will certainly disown me. No one has ever done this in my family. I’m so ashamed of myself. Can Louis do this to me? Do I deserve this? What do I do now?'” 

Suddenly, she got up and walked up and down. She asked numerous questions to no one but herself. She was truly ashamed of herself, so she sobbed and meditated a bit. Afterward, she came up with an idea. 

'I will go down to Dover to see my school mother, Julie Bailey. Although I have not heard from her for some time, I will trace her through her family. She is the only one who can harbor me until I have my baby. Abortion is never an option,' she concluded.

Now, different thoughts flew in and out of her mind while she soaked her pillows with tears.

'Just like that? Is it over between us?’

She wailed uncontrollably and rubbed her stomach. When her eyes drifted to her purse, which contained her phone, a thought came to her mind. 

'He must have called to say he was sorry,' she told herself.

The black bag had been on the reading desk since she walked in. She hurriedly picked it up, opened and removed her phone. She pressed the power button and, to her whammy, there was no call from the first man she had ever loved. Furthermore, she tossed her phone aside and cried buckets until she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up in the morning dejected and depressed as a result of excessive crying and the absence of quality sleep. The last meal she had was the popcorn she took at the cinema, hoping to have dinner with Louis when they got home and it never took place.

Notwithstanding, she decided to leave the house very early despite the cold to give her ample time to search for her school mother and also avoid questions from her siblings and domestic staff. For that, she had no breakfast.

“Tracing the Bailey's home may not be difficult," she said to herself.

At Dover 

Denise Bailey, a twenty-four-year-old man, was on a walkout exercise with his mentor and godfather, Mr. Nicholas Fields, who was forty-two years old. He would always appreciate his parents for choosing him to sponsor his baptism. The walkout was their custom every weekend, and they had religiously kept to it. Denise believed so much in him and always looked up to him for counseling on crucial matters that bothered him.  

“Godfather, why is my case different? I'm losing my mind," he asked his regular question. 

Nicholas gave him a concerned look and said, “Come, let us sit down.”

He directed him to their regular breakfast spot by the roadside. They took their seats by the table that was arranged for patrons, and he beckoned on a waiter.

He arrived at once and after the greetings, he asked them, “What do you care for?”

“Two cups of coffee, please,” Nicholas ordered.

“Noted, Sir. Kindly give me some minutes,” he said and walked away

While they were waiting for the coffee, Nicholas began, “Denise, My son. You are one of the youths I have known from birth that I’m proud of."

“Thank you, Godfather.”

"You are welcome. I must say that you are just anxious for nothing. At the proper time, God will make everything about you perfect, including your love life. When you see your missing rib, you will be convinced undoubtedly that she is your wife.”

Now, Denise was emotional and wished that an Angel should just appear bearing his wife on his wings and deliver her to him that very moment. 

At that time, the waiter arrived with the two cups of coffee, “Here we are, Sir,” he said and kept them on the table. 

Nicholas appreciated him, paid and Denise continued, “Godfather, you know that my mom is anxious, and I’m her only son. Though my cousin, Louis, is there, she wishes to carry my baby soon."

“I'm aware of that.”

"It is like my missing rib is not in this part of the world. Or what do you think?”

Nicholas smiled softly and encouraged him, “Denise, believe in yourself. Your expectation shall not be cut off. Your mother will see your children soon. Take your coffee.”

Denise pouted and they sipped their coffee silently. Then, Denise was a bit relieved, and asked him, “How is Godmother? It had been a while since I saw her.”

Nicholas smiled and teased him, “You have been so preoccupied with your search for your missing rib that you forgot to ask after her. All the same, she is fine.”

The amused Denise laughed softly and replied, “It is not so, Godfather. I will make it up to her. I promise.”

“It's okay. I will mention you to her,” he promised him.

They sipped their coffee and left the breakfast spot for their cars.

“It is all right, Denise. Let's be hopeful."

“I got it, Godfather.”

"See you coming weekend.”

“I appreciate it, Godfather. Regards to Godmother.”

“It is okay,” he said and they shook hands.

Thereafter, they got into their vehicles and drove off.

On a Road in Dover

It was 8:15 AM; Olivia had arrived at Dover after one hour and twenty-five minutes when she boarded a train from Seven Oaks. She was standing by the road and very weak and confused. The morning cold was biting seriously and she was with her little luggage. 

Meanwhile, she was worn out as a result of long cry and hunger. The city was strange to her, and she planned to go to a nearby Shelter for Girls before she proceeded with her search. However, the map showed that there was one close to the Train Station. So, she booked a cab and waited for its arrival. Due to her state of mind, she kept making mistakes with her bookings, which caused her to spend so much time waiting. Nevertheless, she became sick and was struggling to stand.