"What took you so long, Anna?" Louisa asked the little girl who was busy securing herself with the seat belt.
"Coloring. I wanted miss Agogo to see it before I left." Gianna explained.
"Okay, but please don't take too long next time, you got mummy worried, ok?" She swiftly turned to see Gianna nod.
"I made a new friend today!" she cheerfully announced.
"Really? Tell me about it."
"Oh, I don't know his name but he helped me zip my backpack even though he mistakenly broke my crayon, but that was because it fell and he didn't see it."
"Are you both in the same class?"
"No. He's a big friend," Louisa's phone chimed.
"Go on baby, I'm listening," she urged while picking the call, "yeah, Zaph I'm on my way."
"He had a similar plaster to mine but he's was on his brow," Gianna continued even though she knew her mum wasn't entirely listening.
As she dropped the call she asked, "how's this new friend of yours?"
"He's
Mason felt like a retired rugby player roaming up and down a sitting room with a potbelly behind an old jersey and a pair of undersized pantie. The only difference was, he hadn't a potbelly, neither did he have an undersized pant on even though that which he had on wasn't any different to one as it held his crotch a little too tight for his liking, also, he had plans for the day. He walked to his laptop when an idea wrecked his mind all of a sudden. He had spent all night restlessly thinking about Louisa; how to get to her if she didn't want to get him, why she acted so nervous at his inquiry before hanging up. He typed the only information he knew and fortunately for him, a load of necessities popped up from just her name. Mason stared at the building from the lowered tinted windows of his midnight black jeep. He had been there for quite a while contemplating whether to push forward or not. When his mind was finally made up, he shaded his eyes and dashed out
Louisa barged in on Zaphrina, while she warmed little Beth's breast milk, like someone suffering from dementia pacing uncontrollably from one end of the huge kitchen to another."What is the matter with you this early morning, Lou?" Zaphrina calmly asked, her eyes being conspicuously encircled with dark grey rings.Louisa tossed her purse on the granite kitchen island before plugging off her shoes. "I can't be having Bethany number two at day too," Zaphrina complained, preparing to make Louisa some adult 'breast milk ' as she reached for the pantry, "I'll get your coffee started but please sit down first, ok?" "He knows," Louisa chewed on her index finger as she continued pacing, "how...whe...who cou...I don't even know...did he...God! Why is--" she muttered incoherently. "Lou, please sit down, put your shit together, and tell me what is going on." "He knows, Zaph. He knows about Gianna...Mason knows about Gianna." Zaphrina sighed and sat opposite her sister-in-law after starting t
Louisa had deposited her daughter in school. She met the class mistress and pleaded with her to not let Gianna out of class until she came as well as not let anyone see her. She was very much specific about the sex and physical description. After being assured and reassured, she left for her office, passing through her sickening pretentious workers, where Nerry immediately jolted out of her seat to welcome her with a trembling vocal."What is it?" She frowned."Eh...Miss, I...I tried to tell him to not get in...to wait for you here but--" Nerry stammered."Who is it?""Mr. Adrian," she lowered her head, expecting her verdict. "He's seated in your office ma'am."Louisa puffed furiously as she stormed into her office to sight Adrian seated on her leather chair with a folder concealing his face. At the sound of the creaking door, he returned the folder and stood up hands wide open, "Princessa," he cheerfully called, "how are you?""What do you
Gianna was nodding at something the janitor told her when Louisa walked in after handing Mrs. Heather a tip. The little girl smiled at her mum, picked up her backpack, and bid the kind janitor goodbye as she obediently walked straight to the car as told by her mum."Hi," the janitor began, stopping Louisa on her track, "I'm Ruth. Nice to meet you." "Louisa." She simply replied taking in the appearance of the lady who looked too old from stress and depression rather than age. "You have a very sweet daughter." She rested her chin on the hand which covered the head of the mop. Louisa smiled warmly, "thanks." "I clean up daily and never have I had the chance to talk to a kid this long after classes," she insinuated. "The weather's super sunny these days, haven't you noticed?" She said, hoping the nosy lady would keep to her path. "Then you might have to start including sun creams in her backpack," Ruth prodded. "You don't have a problem with my daughter being here, now, do you?" "O
"Hi Ms. Ruth," Gianna greeted the smiling janitor with a toothy smile before returning her intent focus on what she was doing. The lady comfortably settled on a tiny kindergarten blue plastic chair after setting her tools aside. "Hi, Gianna. How are you doing today?" "I'm fine," she switched crayons. "Oh, what do we have here?" Ruth said, diverting Gianna's paper to her, "fantastic! You did this?" Gianna nodded. "So here is your mummy," she pointed out a not so straight stick drawing representing a woman in red hair with an ear-to-ear smile drawn in red crayon, "and this is you, right?" Ruth acknowledged an almost similar version of the first drawing except, it looked small, had a black yarn-like excuse of a ponytail above her head, and no red represented ear to ear smile. "Yeah." At some far end of mother and daughter holding stick hands, was a tiny almost non-existent stick drawing. Ruth, after intrigue struck, couldn't help but being intrus
Mason had successfully had Louisa on the receiver, after several attempts on calling, to give her a rendezvous which she had undoubtedly declined so, he took it upon himself to go to her and confront her properly, with prove this time around. He had been careful with the alibi required: a straw Gianna had used to ingest her orange juice. Luckily, he met with Louisa on her way to work as elegantly dressed as always. He could never ignore the somersaults his heart engaged itself to whenever he set eyes on her. The old feeling hadn't faltered a bit. At that point in time, he only wished for his plans to work that is, if truly a way to a mother's heart was through her children. Not that he was deliberately going to use his daughter but only hoped and prayed his closeness to her could ignite a lost fire. "You again?" She refrained from delving into her purse. Louisa looked back for a bit readying her stance in case the man standing in front of her came for her dau
One word. Awkward. The only other time Louisa ever felt this way was when she and Adrian strictly agreed on sex with no strings attached. But earlier that day, the degree of awkwardness she felt could blow up a thermometer. Louisa spotted Gianna from the rearview mirror; she silently watched the speeding cars, pedestrians, and buildings. For once, she wished to know what her daughter was thinking about, and for once, she would've proudly accepted the question of 'where is my daddy?' to 'are you really my daddy?' She didn't doubt it the least when two familiar cars presented at the parking lot. Her apprehension was long-lived at the sight of deep brows above two pairs of eyes. She urged Gianna to tidy up after a brief niece-uncles understanding. "Now, what?" Marley's words seeped through clenched teeth. "Like what?" She pretended. "Nathalie made us come here. You know why," Lauren barked, "tell us, what's been going on? And don't you dare say 'nothing'
"I need your help," Louisa sounded devasted and desperate to her ears more than she thought she did to the receiver's ears. She hadn't a wink of sleep the previous night because every time her eyelids shut for a fraction of a second, the images of Mason behind bars choked her. All she was left to think of was getting him out and his tender and heartwarming words. "Goodness! How urgent is this for you to call at... four in the morn?" Lauren's sleep-charmed voice managed to say. "It's a friend of mine. He's in custody," her throat battered as her words flowed in parts, "he needs a lawyer but won't get one. So I need you to help him." She heard Lauren's sheets ruffle on the other side and a feminine purr that no doubt belonged to Georgina. He exhaled and said, "I'll be at your place before seven, ok? I need to complete my sleep cycle. Had a rough day yesterday." "Okay." Louisa was seated at the kitchen island seeping on her second cup of