Letting it ring several times would save my face. Because If I answered it in the first ring, she would think that I was waiting for her call. I counted, and at the fourth ring, I picked up the call. Like a deflated balloon my shoulder sagged when I heard Sharon's voice. "What is it?" I said irritatedly. "Whoah!" She said, "Bad mood again? Did not receive any call or text from the missus?" "I did," I said, my tone softened a little. I realized that I shouldn't be in a bad mood as my wife had texted me the moment she arrived home.It was me who forgot to answer her. "By the way, I did as you had instructed me," I smiled, this girl had always done what had been assigned to her with utmost care. "When is the ring ready?" I asked. "A month, utmost. The designer will e - mail the designs then you have to choose what engagement

Conflicting emotions was crowding my chest as we were drawing nearer and nearer to the Presidential Palace. I missed Andrei but I was apprehensive to see him. I don't know how to face him after all that I have learned. I clutched the hem of my dress when the car stopped. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the car door open and alighted from the vehicle. Relief flooded my heart when I didn't run into him. He might still be overseas. In an instant I felt gloomy. I hated that since I married that man, I became unsteady emotionally and my mood was like a roller coaster ride. I stayed in my room for the entire day and had only came out of my room during dinner. Following, dinner I immediately hurried to my room. I was startled when I saw the man I had been longing to see. "You're back," I said and he stretch out his arms beckoni

"How did you know that?" "I overheard Sharon talking to him over the phone asking if Stella said yes to his marriage proposal." "Are you sure she was talking to the president?" "Yes, I heard her call his name. You know they're childhood friends, they're that close for Sharon to call him by his name." "And there's also rumors circulating about Stella being engaged to the president," she fished out her phone from her pocket and showed them the news. "Oh, my… many will be heartbroken." My world cave in and my vision began blurry as tears gathered around my eyes. Silently, I walked away, so I got out of the place unnoticed. Having no appetite, I didn't go out to eat. And I was afraid that I would burst into tears if I heard more news about Andrei and Stella. I slid into the duvet after I showered and wore my pajamas. I willed myself to sle

"He's no longer breathing," one of them said. Hearing it, all I could see at that time was red. And my head felt like it's going to blow like a volcano. It was that woman's fault. "Check his pulse," someone said, I saw hope with those words. "He still has a pulse but it's weak," my constricted chest eased a little with that announcement. There's still hope. And I held onto that hope even though it was just a sliver. "Who are you," a medic asked when I was about to go inside the ambulance. "I'm his brother," I said. "Hop in," and I did as he said without wasting another second. My knees didn't stop knocking while I anxiously waited outside the operating room. Simultaneously, mom arrived as the door of the operating room opened. The sadness on the doctor's face already gave away that my brother didn't survive the accident. Mom wailed when she heard the doctor, "We are sorry for your loss." I was taken back from recollecting the past when my wife squeezed my hand. "Don't t

Knowing that she misunderstood me, I softened my voice and said,"I'm not referring to you, but Sharon." I hugged her again, and I saw Sharon give me a teasing smile. Glaring at her, she responded by rolling her eyes at me before heading out. "Did you have your lunch?" I asked Tara, trying to change the subject, so that she could relax. "I did, how about you?" her soft voice felt like my restless heart that had been wandering in the desert had finally found an oasis. Gradually, her stiff body was relaxing as she knew that we're now alone. "Yes, I dined with the ministers. They were praising the chef for the banquet he prepared.And he mentioned that the meal was planned by you to fight against stress and strengthen the immune system," I told her, while I kept on stroking her back. Just like me, many of them were health conscious so when the chef mentioned that my dietitian planned the meal, they were praising her. I was proud of my wife. She may be from a social strata way bel