Endless Tears Episode 20
Alex entered his father’s house and slammed the door behind him in
anger, shaking the house. His mother who was busy pacing the length of
the sitting room froze in her strides as her son stormed into the
sitting room.
“Alex” she called nervously.
“No” he barked. “Don’t ever call my name. You have destroyed my life. What sort of a mother are you?”
“I am sorry my son; I am so sorry” she cried.
“My son? Don’t ever call me that! I would be extremely glad to hear that
you are not my mother. You are not worthy to be called a mother” he
roared. “I always boasted of you but now, I am forced to realize that
you are just a filthy harlot. My sister! I married my sister” he
exclaimed in complete bewilderment. “She is carrying my child” he yelled
again. “Oh God!!! A product of incest”
Mrs. Bello did not even bother to hinder her flowing tears. “I am sorry” she cried.
“Sorry?” he returned. “Is that all you can say? Would that change
anything? You destroyed the lives of your children. You threw a child
away! A human being! And now, I am expecting a child from my sister. I
have always wanted a sibling or a sister but now, I am married to her.
Imagine, I unknowingly placed a bet on my sister’s pride and innocence.
What goes around comes around right? I have unknowingly stabbed myself
in the back. I am as guilty as you are” he declared in anger.
“She is your half-sister” she said.
“Half?” he roared in laughter. “The word ‘sister’ is still there. How
can you still speak? I hate you just as much as I hate myself. You are
the worst thing that ever happened to me”
**********
**********
I opened my eyes and everything my eyes saw was white. Yes! I have
heard of heaven and this was no doubt heaven. I have never seen any
place as white and an unfamiliar cool breeze blew me, making me feel
good. But there is a problem. Why does it feel like I have been breaking
firewood for a very long time? I wondered vaguely. My open eyes opened
wider and for the first time, I noticed a fan above my head. This
couldn’t be heaven! I shouldn’t feel so weak in heaven; neither should I
see a ceiling fan, I thought vaguely.
A rumbling sound came from my side and for the first time, I tried
turning my head to see the cause of the noise but the pain I received
from my neck almost made me pass out. What is wrong? Everything seemed
blank. A face appeared before me and I had to focus on the face. The guy
before me was exceedingly handsome and I remembered vaguely that only
two men have seemed that way to me. Kelvin? What on earth am I doing
with him? A deep frown crossed my face, matching his equally worried and
slightly frowning face, and my brain started racing.
“Easy now” Kelvin whispered in his baritone voice. “I am glad you are
finally awake” a soft smile touched his face and he seemed to relax a
bit. He brushed what I assumed to be a strand of my hair out of my face
and my frown deepened as the situation became confusing.
I opened my mouth to talk and my mouth felt so heavy.
“You don’t have to talk honey” Kelvin said hastily.
Honey? I wondered in alarm. Despite my distress and sore throat, I forced my mouth open. “Where am I?” I whispered in pain.
He gave me a weak smile. “In a hospital. You have been here for more than a day now. You need your rest. Let me get the doctor”
He scrambled out of the room and all I could do was stare blankly after
him. My brain ran wild with thoughts, trying to come up with a suitable
explanation. What on earth am I doing in a hospital? I wondered. And of
all the people in the world, why should Kelvin be here with me? I raised
my hand weakly and rubbed it against my throbbing neck and all of a
sudden, it all came flooding my senses. I almost jumped out of the bed
but all I succeeded in doing was jerking into a sitting position. My
eyes became dizzy and I swayed even in my sitting position. The door
jerked open and Kelvin walked in with a doctor. He hastened to my side.
“You should be lying down” he scolded and gently pushed me to a lying
position before the doctor got to my side.
The doctor loomed over me and smiled. “How are you feeling miss?” he asked.
“Angry” I replied in anger. “What am I still doing on earth? Who is the
unfortunate person who saved my equally unfortunate self from dying?” I
spat out despite the difficulty I encountered from talking.
Kelvin looked at me. He did not look hurt, instead he looked very
worried. “If you put it that way, I guess I am the fortunate person
because it would be highly unfortunate if I allowed such a spectacular
person slip from the face of the earth”
“Well, that is so unfortunate” I returned. “You should have minded your
own business, because if you have, I would be spared the trauma of
staying alive.” As my own words sank in, I began to see the truth in
those words. But they would not understand, would they? They would not
know that suicide is a great option for me, would they? They would not
know that there were times when death is the best option.
I fully looked at Kelvin for the first time, and apart from noticing his
handsome features, I noticed that his hair was slightly longer than
most men’s, just long enough to envelope my fingers, I thought
strangely. A faint smile crossed his face. “I am glad you are checking
me out because if you see something you like, you might consider living”
That statement effectively drove my thoughts away from my failed
suicide. I raised my brow. “Even if I was checking you out, what makes
you think I like what I see uhn? I don’t see anything I feel I should
like” I returned cheekily.
Instead of frowning, he actually grinned. “Oh, I am sure you like what you see”
I resisted shaking my head, knowing it would hurt like hell. “You are just too full of yourself if you think so”
“No, sweetheart. The way your fingers twitched when you looked at my
hair was a telltale sign that you liked what you saw a lot” he said
grinning.
I froze slightly and quickly gave him a blank look. “You are just imagining things”
He smiled. “A really good imagination that must be.”
I sighed and shifted my eyes to the doctor who seemed to have also been
infected with the ‘grinning’ disease. I sighed again. “I have seen
grinning faces enough to last me a lifetime. It is just ironic that I
find nothing substantial enough to grin about” I said in annoyance.
“Watching you are a good cause to grin” Kelvin said before the doctor had his mouth open.
“Absolutely” I exclaimed. “My life is such a terrible heap of mess, if I
were not the mess, I am sure I would also be laughing. I don’t blame
you guys for doing that”
The smile on their faces wiped out. “You know that is not what I mean” he said seriously.
“Well, it is a delight to see that you are not whining about pain and
distress like every other woman in your situation would, and that is why
we are smiling. You are interesting to watch, you are almost making me
forget my professional etiquettes” the doctor said.
I winced. “You cannot imagine just how interesting I am; my life could
make a fantastic movie. In fact, I won’t be surprised if a movie is in
the making just because of me” I said as my predicament loomed over me.
The smiles on their faces were non-existent again. I looked at Kelvin.
“Don’t expect me to thank you for preventing my death because you did
not do me a favour, you just succeeded giving me another chance at pain
and tears. Don’t worry, I am already used to tears.”
Silence reigned until the doctor cleared his throat and went about his
duty, fussing over me like I was puppy in distress. “You are responding
well. You should be out of here in another twenty four hours. This
should at least calm Kelvin down; he has been glued to you like a second
skin”
Although this was no good news to me, I had to blame myself for the
haughty way I have been behaving. No matter what my problem might be,
these people were at least showing some kindness and I ought to show
some gratitude.
“I know what you are thinking” Kelvin said suddenly. “You promised not
to thank me and I am holding you to your word. I hate being appreciated,
it makes me feel ancient. Now, stop thinking too much”
I blushed slightly, wondering why I always felt on guard and spontaneous
with this guy. He always gets me on my toes, ranting like an idiot and
saying some things that I don’t really mean. “You don’t have to stay
here” I said quietly. “Please go, I would be fine”
He smiled. “I won’t give you a chance to repeat what you did. I am going
to make sure that you and your child are protected. Once you get out of
here, you are coming with me.” I opened my mouth. “No arguments” he
said, silencing me, not with his words but with his look. “If you can’t
take care of yourself, I would gladly do that for you. I won’t watch the
flower wither before my very eyes” he said quietly, reminding me of the
last time I saw him. I swallowed painfully and sighed.
**********
**********
“Bello” Mrs. Bello called softly as she approached her husband in
fear. They have not shared a word since the whole confession took place.
Mr. Bello did not move a muscle as he read the newspaper. He opened a
page and did not even seem to notice the presence of his wife.
“Please talk to me Bello. When would we talk about this? I am sorry” she said in tears.
He remained quiet and she shifted nervously. “Would you ever forgive me?”
He raised his eyes to her and finally opened her mouth and talked. “We
are strangers and we would continue to live that way until I am able to
get a divorce” Mrs. Bello gasped in shock. “Just tell me something” he
continued. “Who did you cheat on me with?” he asked. “Who is Amara’s
father? Or are they many?” he asked with a sneer.
She swallowed and took a step back.
“It is Habeeb”
He frowned deeply. “Which Habeeb?”
“Habeeb Sinja; my former driver” she declared.
