Twenty eight

Standing at the balcony with a glass of wine in his hands, appreciating the beauty of nature was Mr. Mayonnaise, his house have a beautiful view from up the stairs. There, he stood, sipping his wine as seconds kept ticking into minutes and hours. A lot was on his mind. He held the cigarette in his left hand as he dropped the wine on the stool behind him. He picked his phone and made some calls after which, he gave a meaningful smile.

“ Father! What do you think of the propose Andrew,made yesterday?”

Sylvester, asked his Father, as he walked to meet him in the balcony.

“He hasn't made any propose. The only one he made,he has fulfilled and the rest I wasn't satisfied with but…”

“What is the matter?” questioned Sylvester, intently.

“You have to resume work today let's surprise him.”

“What? But, you said, he hasn't fulfilled his …”

“Have some wisdom. Can't you see the handwriting on the wall? Won't you just listen carefully? I wonder, but that's why you are being defeated in life.”

“Fathe