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"Max."
He heard the weak call and looked up from his phone. Twas Mma, she had just opened her eyes again. He looked quickly at his phone again, twas 5:03Pm.
"You're awake."
He said, meaning to stand.
"No, sit."
She said again, looking at him. Her face with based wrinkles tuning to the eyelids. He asked hastily, but quite with demands and concern,
"Is there anything you need me to do for you?"
He wasn't sure if that was the right question. He hadn't really gone to sit by anyone in the hospital. Never in his life. But he was ready to play the role as best as he could.
"No... Wh-here is Dia?"
She asked. He had expected that to be her first question, yet there was no cause for being jumpy.
"Oh, Dia. Yea she went home to grab few things. And she needed to change too. She wanted me to go but I insisted on staying here with you till she arrive. She should be back i
The Saturday of that week before the wedding."Have you had all necessary things in place? I wouldn't want any problem at all? Nor a mistake."Claire said, looking sternly at the slender but good looking lady in red gown seated beside her on the two seater couch. They were in the second parlour. The parlour you've never heard of.The lady was the one in charge of the planning of the wedding ceremony. And she ought to give account of the things which were in place or ought to be in the proper place.Rowe was seated too but was sliding his finger through the screen of his apple iPad. He occasionally looked up from the phone.Max was seated opposite Rowe. He was seated in the position where he could hold all of them in his gaze. He heard the lady say after sorting out some of the packages before her."Yes we have. I've gotten to all who need to be available. Do not worry, like we agreed last week, the vendor
Rowe's apartment."Do you have a plan?"Lancy passed Dia a tissue, which she folded and used on the side her lips. She dropped the used tissue on the makeup table and peered into the mirror. Thinking probably her presence, that annoying portrayal of herself in the mirror would come alive that day. At least twas her big day. The most anticipated day. Her wedding. Call it a nuptial shindig.She looked at Lancy through the mirror and shook her head in denial, then she wielded words to complement the expression,"Not really. But I already have papers booked. I'll go to Grandma firstly then leave Seattle for the meantime. Till all the shit dies down."Lancy made a sound of agreement deep in her throttle and resumed the make-up routine. She was almost done. She had applied the foundation and was going with the overlay, before the finishing touch."You don't really have to be this serious on the make-up thing. It's b
On the way."I'm thirsty."Dia let the words out finally. Amidst all the ranting of Rowe and unnecessary strays of subjects, that was the only thing she could think of. She couldn't believe that she forgot to drink water after eating three cupcakes."Is that all you would say to all he has been saying?"Claire attacked, though trying to tame her gaze which had almost melted into a glare. Rowe came on,"Com'on Claire, don't be like that to our bride. I don't know why you two don't get along real smoothly. But I'm certain that as soon as she bears our grandson, you wouldn't help fancying each other."There was a brief but unusual silence. Then suddenly, Rowe glared at one of the henchmen seated opposite them in the limo and raised his voice,"Do you need it to be formal!"The fellow scrambled to his feet and hurried to the back side of the limo. He grabbed a bottle of wine from one of the numerous basket
Some place."Wakey, Wakey."The familiar voice came, still, but urgent. Dia could feel her eyes hurt and tried to reach her hands to the eyes but she couldn't. She resolved for opening the eyes to see why.Her weak eyelids flickered open, then closed again as the ray of the sun from the neighboring window messed with her sense of sight, the retina. She gave it another try and she got the best judgement.She looked down at herself firstly, she was tied up with strong ropes. She was seating on a metal dinner-like chair. She tried to relate with the new state and figure out how she ended up there.Then the memories began to assemble in the depth of her consciousness as she tried to sort them out; she getting into a car, talking with Rowe, then a halt, gunshots, she entered into another car, then gloom.Her effort to weave all the memories into a scene gave her no choice but to look up at the voice she
Venue: Rowe's confusion."Tell me all she said was a lie."Rowe's voice was high but demanding. His face stern and wild. His nose heaving heavy dances. His eyes keen trying to pick the both of them in his gaze but it wasn't so possible. Claire was seated on a chair opposite him and Max was standing at a far end of the Parlor."I'm speaking to a human!!!"He yelled on top his voice. Claire was beginning to shake. Max looked towards her, keeping an indifferent face. He walked towards his mother and sat beside her, crossing his hand around her shoulders."You aren't speaking, you're shouting. Yelling on your wife. Who does that?"Max let the words out, his facial expression owning up to what he had just said. Rowe was moved, he stood up at once, trying to have a hold on his thoughts. He sat down back,"Max?""Don't be surprised."Max shot again and slid his hand through the inner pocket of his jack
On a road."Hi, Max."Albert said, expecting Max's turn of the pleasantries."I shouldn't answer your call."Albert sighed, his left hand fiddling with the wheel of the car. His right foot occasionally leaving from the clutch to the break. The road seemed quite busy that day."Thanks for doing.""Why are you calling? Got a bad news?"Albert sighed,"Regrettably, yes! Rowe asked that I block your credit and your mom's but I thought of telling you first before going on with it.""Do whatever you will man. You have no idea since when I've been prepared for this day. I'll hang the call now.""How about Dia? Aren't you interested anymore. What about the bargain?!"There was a pause from Max's end as Albert expectantly waited. Then Max's voice came on again,"I thought you've switched sides already. It's easy for you. This wouldn't be your first time of doing that.""S
Same."Are you crazy, why are you standing in my way?"Rowe's husky voice filled the room. Red rage seeped in his eyes. He was striving to shake himself free from the firm hold of Albert. His eyes on the untied Dia who was being shielded by Hudrey."I'll have you killed after this, fucker."He pushed his elbow back, into the ribcage of the yet indifferent Albert. Albert wasn't really going to let him go.Then suddenly, there came the blaring of sirens outside the bungalow. The cops had arrived."Surrender yourselves and walk out unarmed with your arms up. I repeat, surrender yourselves and walk out unarmed with your arms up. Do otherwise and have yourself to blame."Albert let go of Rowe and the latter turned to him. He punched Albert in the face. Albert put his palm to his nose, trying to straighten it up."Are you a retard? Why am I even wasting my time?"He turned to face Di
A duplex."Who are you calling?"Claire asked, peering at Max who at the question removed his phone from the ear, then looked at her,"I need to know what's happening with her."She sighed,"Are you certain that he would answer your call? You already have all the information needed. Albert had done a good job."He looked away from her to the spacious grace of the luxurious parlour of the duplex he had bought several months ago. He had meant to use on his wedding night, but then there are just some things you do not have a say, over.Claire was seated opposite him on a couch, he was also seated on a couch. Dre wasn't with them. He came on again,"I need to see things myself.""I was just saying."She added. He hesitated in the first place but didn't take in the odd,"Don't tell me you are still scared of Rowe. I'm certain that it's nothing close to love. We both know that. Why