Jamole sniffed repeatedly and wiped his teary eyes with the back of his palms before he gently slid his hand into his pocket and brought out a sizeable wallet.Soberness and sorrow hung over him.He might have lost everything in his life but not the photo of his parents; this was certainly one memory he wasn’t going to keep from his heart, most especially during his hard timesHe smoothed their pictures as he sobbed and recalled nice memories. There was really no better memory than the fact that they had died poor and he had inherited their poverty.The prime of his life he was enjoying right now was what he would never toil with. And deep down his guts he knew this was the only opportunity he had to be rich and avenge his enemies or never.“I got six months ….six months to prove my audacity…” he sniffed, his gaze settling on the picture as if he were speaking to them. I never knew this day would come, a day I would be handpicked from nothing to something, “ he tossed his head in confi
“Roger is into me now. He is madly in love with me,” Susan said, staring cheerfully at Jamole as he squeezed into his jumpsuit to get ready for work.Jamole paused, whipped his gaze around and replied, “Really? I wanted to ask you how far you both have gone in dating. I hope he is responding? What has he been up to lately?” he askedSusan smiled at him, wondering why Jamole would want Roger to date her; this was strange. If he wanted to punish Roger and Stella for stealing funds, he should have arrested them and not this way. She wished she could read Jamole’s mind to know what he was up to.She raised her phone and flipped to tons of love messages Roger had been sending to her. “The regional manager is not just into me. He wants my hand in marriage. He has denied his relationship with Stella and it is obvious he might likely break her heart soonest. Roger is really mad over me.”Jamole paused tying his shoe lace. “Are you kidding me?” he gazed upon Susan with rare flinty eyes that she
“Where the hell did he go now? I don’t know what my man is up to anymore,” Stella stamped her feet irritatingly on the floor as she nagged and paced up and down her office, feeling restless and peeping out the window each time.A call came on her phone and she reluctantly reached to it only to see it was Vivian Thompson.“Hey babe,” Stella said coldly, her voice diminishing and losing enthusiasm as faded wind. “What’s up with you Vivian? I am not just fine. Roger is driving me naught. I am gradually losing it.” She whined.From the other side Vivian asked, “What did he do? I have been expecting news about your marriage proposal. Why the delay? What is taking him so long?”A tear leaked through her eyes and she forcefully sniffed back tears.” I am in a deep mess Vivian . I don’t understand Roger anymore. At home he doesn’t give me…”A familiar knock came on the door and interrupted her. She sucked a deep breath once her perception told her it was Jamole. She dragged a brow when the knoc
“I guess that is what I am going to do now. Hell cooking I pity the bitch that is trying to steal my man.” she said, “Thank you so much Vivian for the advice. I will do as you said.”They hung up.The phone left her hand and dashed the floor; her face reddened with scorn and arms trembled as cloth in whirl wind.“Roger you will have me to contend with if I catch you with another bitch.” She mumbled and dimmed her gaze at the photos of Roger on the wall.At the time Jamole was still perched at the door outside listening to her conversation. With his breath held and very much aware that Susan and Roger were hanging out right now , he took out his phone and sent her a text.Hey sweetie. You must hasten up with roger. We need to talk.***At the Spanish café Roger had the cloud in his veins as he sat at face length, smiling sheepishly at Susan Pablo who couldn’t stop blushing.Whenever Susan hung out with Roger she often did without her security and luxury car. Although she was doing this
Promptly onlookers took out their cameras, stood aside and began to take photos and video coverage of this drama.Roger was still on his knees, eyes darting around Swan’s mouth, waiting for her reply. With the waterfall of sweat that decked his brow, he wasn’t too sure of the outcome of this moment.What caught the attention of onlookers was that Roger was proposing to Susan who was crippled a disable; what a trilling love moment.Susan was still star-struck, and she would have remained thus if not for the buzzing of her phone. Hastily with trembling hands she dug into her handbag to get her phone. When she opened it, it was a message from Jamole.She winked at the message and plunged into thought about why Jamole would send such message to her; and if all was well with him.“Please darling, don’t say no,” Roger’s face spelt uncertainty and fear. He kept swallowing hard, his gaze buried in the blue hazy eyes of Susan who seemed not to be interested in his intention. “Marry me,” he per
Jamole had never been so anxious in his life, so the moment he heard the grinding of wheel somewhere outside, he hastened to the window, peeped through it and saw two figures in a Ferrari super car.A shade of smile decked his face upon seeing Roger and Susan in the Ferrari; obviously discussing after Roger dropped her at the villa.A sudden disgusting frown fell upon his face.“Bastard!” Jamole cursed within himself as he stared engagingly at them, “You had the guts to bang my wife in my bed because you feel I am poor and can’t do anything. By the time I am through with you, Roger, you will regret ever hurting a destiny child like me. I must bring you to nothing.”Jamole’s jaw set and the color drained on his face. His bitterness was an outcry from his guts. He settled his gaze on them and couldn’t wait to get wet ears about his date with Susan.***Out there in the Ferrari Roger was still hell bent on convincing Susan to accept his proposal. He was supposed to drop her, help her in h
Once the wheel chair popped into the bedroom, Jamole swirled around from the window and shot a smile at her.“How did it go?” he queried and pranced to her side to press his lips on her forehead. “I can see the asshole gave you the best treat of your life. I have been staring at the both of you from here…”Susan interrupted with a taunting smile, “You won’t believe Roger proposed marriage to me. That dude is mad over me and is ready to snap his breath for my sake. The drama at the café today left my heart pounding…” she placed her hand on her chest.Jamole’s dark eyes bored around her.“I can see you guys have been discussing office matters.” His gaze settled much on the sizeable envelope in her hands, “What is in the envelope? A million dollars cheque I guess.”She corked a quarrelsome eyebrow at him. “Million dollars what!” she cleared her clustered throat. “This is your sack letter, sweetie.”Jamole was thrown into a choky laughter, before he walked to her side to take the letter. “
After the day’s work on Friday, Stella hung out with Zara, Vivian and Kennedy at the cocktail café near town .The news of Roger’s failed marriage proposal to Susan was already making the round in Antipolo and on social media, making Stella to shy away from the public and from friends who knew much about her affair with Roger.Right about now, she regretted engaging in office romance and wished she could turn back the hands of time.They had invited Stella to pet her and iron out the issue with her relationship. But then the whole trauma had gotten Stella sucked and frail. To say she was shattered was just an understatement. This was more than heartbreak to her.It had been more than an hour she came around and she had barely touched her Pisco Sour. Her world was rumbling. Things had fallen apart.With their phones right in front of them, while they followed the issue on social media, they dared to pet Stella who seemed to be crushing within her spine now.“Perk up girl,” Zara said, ru