Life IS a roller coaster. It takes us up and down. It made you happy sometimes, and left you asking questions like ‘why me?’ most of the times. But that is just life; it is unpredictable, unreliable, and greatly unfair.
24 hours. A day. Many things can happen within 24 hours. Time goes on; it does not stop or continue just as we wish. Sometimes we wish we could go back in time and prevent something from happening, but who are we to do that? Someone once said, ‘time is free, but it is priceless. You cannot own it, but you can spend it. Once you have lost it, you can never get it back.’ Neither of us can stop time, but we can use it to make up for our mistakes and heal our wounds.
The Dos Santos women and Anita were seated in the waiting room at the hospital, waiting for updates on Carmen’s condition. They were the only people that had bothered themselves about her; everyone else had developed hatred towards her.
But who could blame them?
Doctor Becker appeared from the hallway, and the women stood up and approached her. “Doctor, how is she?” Antonina asked.
Doctor Becker smiled at them and closed the folder she was holding. “Ladies, it’s good to see that at least some of you don’t hold grudges. Turns out Miss Du Preez fractured her neck and suffered from a concussion.” She explained.
“Oh my!” Anita clasped her hands over her mouth.
The other three women gave Anita a weird look, amazed by her character. She did not even know who Carmen was, but somehow, she still felt something for her.
“Fortunately, we were able to stabilize her, but she slipped into a coma. We are not sure when she will wake up, but one thing for sure; she will not be able to move her head.” Doctor Becker sighed.
“All of this for a man’s affection?” Antonina sighed and shook her head.
“I’m surprised you guys came, her family wants nothing to do with her.” Doctor Becker said with a small smile.
“I know what she did was awful and unforgivable. Logan is like a son to me, but she’s also like a daughter to me, and don’t we all make mistakes?” Antonina asked. “Who am I to hold this on her? She didn’t do me any wrong.”
“That is true. Although I still can’t believe she did what she did. Logan must be hurting wherever he is.” The doctor heaved a sigh. “They were supposed to get married today.”
It had been two days since things took an unexpected turn for Logan Parker. Just a few days ago, he was celebrating his upcoming fatherhood, but now people were celebrating his pain.
His loss.
It had only been two days since Logan found out that he was not going to be a father. He never was. Carmen had faked her pregnancy, and all he wanted to know now, was why. Why would she go to such lengths to cause him so much pain?
“If there’s one thing I know, is that he will never forgive her for this.” Reina said and hugged herself.
Her Monday had started well so far; she had arrived at work in time to open the building even though she had to take a taxi since Anita was not around to pick her up from her apartment anymore.After taking off without notice, Jorge and Anita had sent through an email informing Meryl that they were coming back today from Cape Town trip.The day after dinner, Anita arrived to work wearing shades and she completely ignored Meryl. It was obvious that she had been crying, and that proved to Meryl that Anita did not leave her apartment because she had nothing to wear; she left Meryl’s apartment because she wanted to go home and cry alone.Meryl had been trying to call her to tell her about her encounter with Javier that night and what she discovered, but her phone was off, and she was ignored her the entire day. When Jorge finally arrived, they left the office, and went on to work outside o
At least 72 hours had passed and there was still no sign of Logan.Jorge had asked some of his best IT experts to track him down the same way he had done with MJ. He and Thuso had sent out a search team, and had gone to all the places they thought he would be, but he was not there.They had just returned from their search, and were currently at Jorge’s, looking completely exhausted.Anita came down the stairs, wearing tracksuits and takkies. “Any luck?” She asked as she headed to the kitchen.“No!” Jorge said tiredly.“This is so unlike the boss to disappear without trace.” Thuso sighed.&ldquo
Why wouldn’t everyone just leave her alone?It was not like she committed a murder; it was only fraud and tax invasion.Knock, knock, knock!"Why are people always banging on my door?!" She groaned as she climbed out of bed.She switched on the side lamp and put on her gown, and then she wore her sleepers and strode out of the room.It was past midnight and someone was knocking at her door. Considering everything that she went through, one would expect her to be careful with who she let in, but to no avail. She switched on the dining room light, and opened the door while rubbing her eyes.She had spent her day staring at her laptop since she came back from the office. Her boxes from the office were still sitting on the floor next to the door.She had been checking her social media acco
The café was almost empty with the exception of the group of teenage girls who were finishing up their homework on one of the booths.All the tables in the café were flipped and placed on top of one another, along with their chairs.It was their nightly routine and it kept Antonina rooted. She liked having a customer or two while she prepared to close up for the day. La Café closed at 8p.m. every day, but she stayed up until 10p.m. because she had no one to go to at home.La Café had become her shelter, and it took the loneliness away for a few hours of the day. Like a woman with issues, she went home late and left early in the morning. Her small business was her solitude, and it provided her with the family and friends she never had.Over the years, she had found daughters and sons among her regular customers, and brothers and sisters from some of the elderly customers and suppliers.She had had to start over when she arrived in
“Morning, Anita!” Jorge greeted Anita who seemed to be in a daze. He walked behind the couch on which she was seated and peeked at her laptop screen. “Carlyle?” He asked in her ear, causing her to jump.“Jorge!” She scolded and closed her laptop.“Aha! Here I was, thinking Blue was Logan and MJ’s colour, but I guess it is everyone’s colour these days.” He said as he jumped over and plopped down on the couch.“Every day is Monday for MJ.” Anita rolled her eyes. “Do you know anyone by the name of Carlyle?” She asked, fiddling with her fingers.“No. Why?” He frowned.“Some guy came while I was at the beach two nights ago; he said his name was Carlyle.” She said quietly.“How did he look?” He ask
David Botha was known to never leave a stone unturned. He was what people called a perfectionist; everything had to be done correctly and perfectly without a single mistake.One thing about him, he was not a family man. Yes, he was a good father to his children when he pleased, but not so good husband to his wife, Lolitta Leibrandt.However, he was a good private investigator.He worked for the rich. From CEOs to Mafias, from presidents to celebrities, and he never failed. He had decided to go back to England to investigate the ‘May Smith’ issue; even after MJ Billings had ‘confirmed’ that she had worked with her. At least that was what he told Logan when he left a few days ago. The truth was that he was here to find some dirt on MJ Billings.“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted the familiar face that was seated at the bar.
The first Monday of June couldn't have started any better, it was a cold and good day to stay indoors, but as usual, work never stopped for anyone just as time never did. Time was money, and money was the only language some people understood.The Billings' beach house couldn't be any cooler, MJ had woken up to the bluest Monday ever when she found her brother with a bunch of men in black, waiting in the sitting room."Oh, there you are!" Jorge said when he spotted her in her business attire. The other men looked at MJ, scrutinizing her with their eyes. MJ looked at them with glass eyes, causing them to avert their gaze. She turned her attention to her brother, waiting for him to explain what was happening. "Well, MJ, these are going to be your bodyguards. They will-""I know what bodyguards do, but since when have I ever needed a bodyguard?" She asked quietly, her eyes burning holes
His body ached and his head was pounding as if demanding for a release. His eyes felt heavy and opening them was painful. Logan stirred up on the couch and groaned when a sharp pain ambushed his head.His hand shop up at the excruciating pain and he reached for his head to pull at his hair like he normally did when he was frustrated, but his hand landed on a clear field. He frowned when he tried to grasp at his hair but only grasp into air. He fumbled his hand across his head, but there was nothing. His hand froze on his head and his eyes shot up in panic.He sat up and glazed over the room in confusion. Where am I? He wondered. He was lying in what looked like a sitting room, two times smaller than his own bathroom. There was a three-piece brown couch set, a huge room divider standing against the wall with a TV, a DVD player; as well as various mugs, glasses, plates, jugs, and Tupperware containers filling the rest of the space.