Lahat ng Kabanata ng 100 Days With Mr Romero: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

"Are you sure all the red ones I picked are exactly the ones you've stuck up there? " Judy asked the attendant of Prada’s lingering store who stood in front of the counter. The plump lady gave a half smile and said "Your partner sure loves red huh? " Judy giggled without a word. " It's obvious. Everything here is red. " the plump attendant added handing over the package to Judy who smiled and left the store. 'I can't wait to put it on for Gideon. ' she thought. 'He loves red, I'll give him red. ' she muttered to herself. "Come in. The door is open. " Judy replied after her door bell rang. It was few minutes past 10pm. She had just taken a bath and had a robe around her. "I've been expecting you. " she told her guest who crashed into her sofa. "I had a long day. At last I am here. " he replied after giving out a loud groan. "You know the comfort I derive from my hectic day? " he asked her and continued. "I get to drive her all day at her beg and call yet don't get tired. Those sparklin

"I wasn't even sure whether Gideon will make it or not yet I made his special butter cake. " Emma mother said. Emma stared at the beautiful cake placed on the kitchen table. "I am so sorry mother. I wanted Gideon to come but I guess duty calls. " Emma aid. "It's okay my child. He is a man after all. He has to work to pull resources. " her mother said. Emma gave a faint smile. Gideon can choose not to work for a full year and yet they'll feed and afford all the comfort they desire. He is rich after all. "Hope his schedule isn't so tight. " Emma’s mother said as if she read her daughter's mind. "Hope it doesn't interfere with his responsibilities and your personal life. " her mother said. "We are fine. " Emma lied. They weren't fine. In fact that morning, they had an argument before Emma left to her parent's place. Her mother had invited them earlier for a house warming party. Emma had told Gideon about it and she was disappointed when he revealed to her that morning that he had an em

As Emma drove through Graig school route, she tried not to think about the scenario her mind had been haunting her with since last night. She was taking Ryan to his creche class. Last night, she placed a call to the driver to help her get few things she described after handing him the key to her bedroom. He brought her Ryans school uniform, a bag of Ryan's clothes and some stuffs she needed. The shock she got last night was unbearable and she was sure she could pass for a traumatized victim. She wouldn't pick Gideon's calls neither did she reply his text messages. She now hated him for all she knew. Gideon had created a vacuum in her heart last night and the ache resulted to the tears that never stopped flowing from her cheeks. She wept and vowed never to step foot in that mansion again. When she woke up that morning and decided to drive Ryan to school, her mother was shocked because she had expected Emma to be secluded and probably hopeless. However, she knew how determined her chi

The 9th of June. Two weeks after the death of Ryan. Emma stood in-front of the open window releasing her hand out to the cold breeze that brushed her tender skin. She shut her eyes trying to derive comfort from the overbearing heat that was burning her up from the inside that morning. It would have been Ryan's birthday today. He would have turned three today. Emma quickly cleaned the tears streaming down her cheeks with her left palm. She must be strong. She said. She had vowed to be strong even though the last two weeks had been the most difficult stage of her life. Her days became darker and she blamed fate for being unfair. She was dealing with the fact that she had been cheated by a husband and death snatched her son afterwards. It was almost as if hell was unleashed on her. As she stood by the open window, she imagined how Ryan would look in the next seven years, who would have been a big kid? Would he had been the chubby lively kid she knew? She thought. Would his dark hair st

It was exactly 7pm and Gideon Romero held the glass of whisky firmly against his palms. If only he could have held unto his family as firm as this, then maybe they would still be together. Ryan wouldn’t be dead, Emma wouldn’t have left and Gideon wouldn't look like shit. He honestly didn’t care how he looked at this a point. All he cared about was how many bottles of whisky he could drink to forget. He was on his second bottle and it was working hours. It’s the good thing he owned the company. He had specifically told Judy not to allow any visitors into his office, absolutely no one. He wanted to drink till he passed out. He was about pouring more whisky into his already empty glass when the door to his office opened. “I thought I told Judy no one was allowed innnnnn” Gideon slurred, his eyes fixed on the glass cup. “I’m not classified as anyone man,I’m your best friendddd” Roderick said mimicking Gideon. He was here for a reason. He had to get his best friend back, he was sick and