"The lock won't budge!" Rye was red and sweaty from trying to dislodge the antique padlock from different angles. It was sturdy and, well, magical.'What a wishful thinking!'There were many instances when the padlock would give in to his forceful chocks with the use of a crowbar. When he was sure he could take away the padlock with the use of his hand, the splintered wood would become 'healed!'Rye was frowning when Gillian called him. He was staring at the wood. He was sure he saw it split and cracked. But now, the wood was as old and as weather-beaten as before. No sign of the destruction he was yielding."Did you open it? It's been a half an hour, Rye! You're tired." Gillian was concerned as she wiped the sweat from his face and neck with a white towel."That ancient padlock can be opened only by its key," Rye stated in defeat. "The wood didn't budge?" Gillian was amazed. "What kind of wood is that?""Something that I wouldn't destroy." Rye muttered and crossed his fingers. He did
Alicia went to the guestroom, followed by her husband. They stayed here before and the room became theirs officially. Jamil was a generous host.The room was a suite. There was a sitting room and bedroom divided only by a bookcase and a large television that could swivel three-hundred-sixty degrees.The sitting room had a large couch and two foot stools. She intended to use the couch again. Alicia and her husband didn't sleep on one bed ever since... well, she did not remember anymore."Shall I use the bathroom first?" she asked courteously."Yes. You do that," Jim smiled at her appreciatively. His heavy-lidded eyes followed her to the bathroom.Alicia leaned on the door she just closed with a thud. Her heart was beating hard. It had been a long time when Jim looked at her as though he wanted to taste her.Maybe he was just missing his mistress! A voice inside her mind whispered disgustedly.She straightened from the door instantly. She busied herself with brushing her teeth and gurgle
Jim was mopping his head with a towel. His hair had grey strands at the temple but they added glamour to his advanced age. Although he did not care about the glamour or appeal, as his secretary had often said. He was more concerned with his marital life. He was cheerful for the first time in months...? Years?Jim was anxious and fearful during the years when she was still a student. He was nervous when he asked her to marry him. He supported her education and was relieved when she graduated. Surely, that gave an added advantage to him.
"Have you seen the happiness in Gillian's eyes, Jamil?" Genova glanced at her husband through the mirror. She was sitting at the dressing table and applying the night cream on her face and neck. Chedeng said it would soften the skin."I saw happiness and contentment, sweetheart. Rye is a good and attentive husband." Jamil unbuttoned his cream polo while walking towards her. "Just like me?"Genova laughed lightheartedly. "Just like you."
Genova was fussed over by everybody when she came home. Chedeng became the official nurse. While Gillian, Ginny, and Rhys were the companions."I cannot carry you yet, Rhys."The baby gurgled and chortled as though he could understand what her grandmother said."I heard you farted l
"What's bugging you, Sam?" Rye asked Sam.He was walking by the beach one full moon night. He didn't think his former employer had seen him pacing the sands."It's the shed," Sam blurted out. "I'm hearing voices--and one them sounded like me!""I'm not hearing voices but I believe y
"Siblings don't marry within one year!" Genova was the first to protest half-heartedly."But Gillian and Genevieve are not siblings, my dear Genova," Jamil reasoned calmly. "They are mother and daughter.""Oh! I forgot! Yes, of course.""So there's no more problem?"
"Are you afraid that I'll leave you and go somewhere?" Ginny asked thoughtfully. She stared at Sam unblinkingly.Sam thought for a second before he sighed in a resigned manner. "I promised myself that I'll never keep you in the dark. Wait, here."He got up and picked up the bathrobe. He went to his room and when he came back, Ginny was dressed again. She was sitting on the bed while waiting for him. Wordlessly, he handed over the paper.