Chapter six
Brian wasn't left out of the list of surprised people. First, he was asked how he came about the ring; then, an invitation to dinner he almost regretted coming; and now, he was to become a son-in-law?Surprised!But Brian was more than surprised. Everything was happening fast, indeed too fast for him to keep track of. And Mr Danley, the man who dropped the marriage bomb, held the key to his answers.Brian excused himself, shuffling his feet as fast as his twenty-eight years old self could muster. He need to speak to Mr Danley, at least for some clarification. Marriage was the least of his concerns right now. Not with his mom dying at the hospital."Hello sir, hello sir, excuse me," Brian said, trying to put a stop on the man. Despite being sixty-five years old, Mr Danley still had the strength to move quickly. And it was not until he got outside did Brian finally catch up with him.Mr Danley screeched to a halt suddenly, "Yes. Something you want to say?"That question, again, took Brian by surprised.But wait. Did the old man expect no protest from Brian?That was certainly the case.Of course there was something he wanted to say. Brian couldn't afford to take care of his mother, to the extent of marrying a billionaire's daughter. He was not about to carry an extra baggage on his already miserable life."Yes. Sir, pardon me, I have a lot going on with me right now," Brian explained, his eyes trying to avoid the old man's eye contact."Do you love her?"Brian shot his eyes wide open at the question. Totally unexpected. But he was more uncomfortable by the continuous stare he got from the old man.But does he love her?He wasn't entirely sure, for it was too early to call. But for some inexplicable reason, Brian could tell from the depth of his heart that he already loved the lady who sat next to him back at the table.Love at first sight, it was.Brian nodded."Good!" Mr Danley exclaimed, and turned on his heel once more.But Brian was not done yet. He was yet to drive home his point and it seemed Mr Danley wasn't giving the needed attention"Sir, there is a lot going on with me right now? Brian said, almost pleading this time around. He almost shoved himself before the black SUV which has its back door opened.Mr Danley said, "What's going on with you?"Brian contemplated. He wasn't entirely sure if it's a good idea to talk about his dying mother. But judging by how the old man had threatened his family back at the villa, it's a good bet."My mom is very sick, and in the hospital. And the doctor said the surgery requires a million dollars and I've not been able to come with the down payment. Brian paused and swallowed some saliva with difficulty, "things are pretty rough," he added.Mr Danley sighed. "Which hospital is that?""Saint Dominique," Brian answered."OK, get in the car with me," said Mr Danley.Tobias, a dark suited man, closed the door after his boss hopped in."Take me to Saint Dominique hospital," Mr Danley ordered as Brian slumped beside him in the back seat.The drive took but a few minutes and soon, they arrived at the hospital.Two ladies at the receptionist area jerked to their feet when they walked in. Brian was surprised because the ladies always gave him a contemptuous look.What changed?Mr Danley."Welcome Mr Danley" they greeted simultaneously.Brian murmured to himself, "Of course they do know him."It didn't take long for the medical director to come rushing down from his office. Brian figured the receptionist ladies must have informed him.Apparently, Mr Danley was so popular in a hospital."Ah Mr Danley, you are here!" Mr Henderson, the medical director, bowed slightly.But Mr Danley could barely give him any attention. The entire place stinks. And hospitals, the place that brought him bad memories, was the least place he wanted to be. But he could manage, at least for the sake of his future son-in-law."One of my own is here. A woman," Mr Danley explained.The medical director dropped his jaw wide open."You mean Mrs Johnson, the woman in ward 15!" His mouth wide open after he called '15'Mr Danley nodded without making any eye contact. His eyes roamed around the busy space.The world must be very sick.Mr Henderson, the medical director, led the way to ward 15; and all who crossed their path, especially the other doctors, were surprised to see a man who never left his office for any reasons. But even Mr Henderson knew the caliber of the man in his hospital.A pale looking woman came to sight when the door swung open. Mr Henderson quickly signaled for the doctor to leave."What's her condition?" asked Mr Danley.The director explained her condition as best as he could, and the procedures involved. But he deliberately skipped the money aspect; for he knew far too well that money wasn't a problem to the man standing before him.Mr Danley turned to leave, but screeched to a halt.Brian, who trailed behind him the whole time, was quick enough to not bumped into the old man."Consider it done… the one million dollars for the surgery, and an extra fifty million dollars for your upkeep."Brian's jaws dropped wide open at Mr Danley words.Was he dreaming?No. It was a dream come true.Brian stuttered, trying to figure out what to say. A thank you would not be enough for this magnanimous gesture. And he was right because Mr Danley had some ulterior motives. He finally saw a way to achieve the mission he had set out for in the first place when he said, "But on one condition."Brian's excitement quickly gave way for some mixed feelings, for he never knew the price for such benovelent gesture.Chapter sevenThree months ago was when it all happened. Yes. Exactly three months, two weeks and six days. Nobody but Brian could remember this, for it was a day he would forever remember.No. Not just a day he would remember but a day that changed the course of his life. And that was something he must deal with."Where to, restaurant boy," came a voice.Brian ignored the voice and continued his quick steps. He didn't even turn either, for he recognize the voice. And soon, he existed the porch of the main villa.Words like this meant nothing to him anymore. He got use to it three months ago. In fact, it became a must if he must survived the harsh environment his marital vows plunged him into.And why shouldn't he?Ethan was the guy who spoke, the guy Ana had ditched. He wasn't just any guy but a rich guy that had vowed to make Brian's life a living hell. And so far, he was doing a pretty good job.Brian let himself into a separate section of two-bedroom apartment where he saw Ana, wh
Chapter eight.Brian wasn't bothered with the fact that he was seated at the back. No. He enjoyed the serenity the atmosphere presented him but the first sign of trouble he saw was when he found his good-for-nothing mother-in-law whispering only 'God knows what' to his wife.Yes. His mother-in-law was good, but for-nothing; and Brian had no apologies for calling her that. In fact, he thought she deserved worse.But when he heard Henry Danley rather than Ana Danley, he knew something had gone wrong. And he confirmed it when his eyes caught Ana excusing herself from the hall.Brian quickly followed her.There she was, seated on the stairs and all curled up. Her eyes could not but be teary at the disappointment.A clunking sound, more like a metal hitting a surface, fell on his ears while taking off his jacket, but Brian could not be bothered with anything except the sobbing lady in front of him. She must be cold. He moved and dropped the jacket on her shoulders."Darling, those tears ar
Chapter one16th Broadway street. A very busy street located in the suburbs of Koplin city. Just a normal street with some bunch of crazy lowlives, crappy-looking people trying to earn a living.Nothing special about the street, except the fact it was where Brian Fineman bolted to every morning of his miserable life.In fact, he was one of those lowlives who was trying to earn a living in a God forsaken street.And he was fed up, way too fed up, but who was he to quit the job?After leaving the crappy-looking-single-room apartment he called home, he saw himself at the train station. 6am never saw him on bed but at the train station, trying to catch the next train to Lousy Lou Restaurant, the next place he called home.But Lousy Lou wasn't his home in the real sense; but since a guy like him spent fifteen of the twenty-four hours in a day taking orders and serving food in one of the most famous restaurants at Broadway Street, you could call it his home.And just like every other day, B
Chapter two.The baseball bat dropped, rolled a few times before coming to a stop by the wall. Brian's feet couldn't move an inch, for he was in absolute dismay at the sight. He was right to have suspected he wasn't the only guy in the picture. And the sight before him proved everything right.Rebeca. His girlfriend of five years, all wrapped up with sheets and faking to have some decency even though she had none left. Her hair, in the roughest condition like someone who had been in bed throughout the week.To her right was a guy with some dark-curly hair. His no-shirt condition revealed his sand-brown skin, and his physique could be compared to Brian, who was still trying to figure out what the fuck was going. He just couldn't wrap his head around the whole thing."Is he your boyfriend?" the intruder asked in a tone a little bit above a whisper.Intruder?Yes. And that was how Brian saw the guy who made his girlfriend moan. His eyeballs narrowed. He must have interrupted a very stea
Chapter threeOne week later.Yes. Exactly one week it was since Brian rid himself of his good-for-nothing girlfriend who was now ex. He could now focus on his work and also got some personal space. So far, the problem was how to raise the the down payment for the surgery.The doctors had made it clear. To pay, or to stop the treatment. No long story.Brian poured himself some coffee and took a few bites from the sandwiches.That was his regular breakfast. He could afford to prepare it during his rush hour.Work.The only thing he thought about as he strolled towards the door. A work that could not afford to take care of his sick mother. Well, he had no choice because he still had to pay his bills.Brian froze when the door swung open.A gray-haired man with some wrinkled face came to sight. The veiny hand became more veiny when the fingers rested on the wooden door frame.Mr Andrews. The least person Brian expected, stood with both arms resting on each side of the door frame.No. Not
Chapter four.Confused.That's what they say when a man can't come to a conclusion among a list of options—not-so-good options by the way.Call it indecision if you like, but none explained the condition of a man who paid his rent five days ago, but came back from work and was denied access into the apartment he paid for.Confused?Hell no.Maybe a stalemate would best explain Brian's condition when he came home and found a chain anchored to his door. A huge padlock hung at its edge.Mr Andrews.His only thought. In fact, they only explanation he found for his plight. No other person in the world would do this but the sixty-five year old retired army captain.Brian kicked, but the century old door wouldn't give in. As far as he could remember, he still owned the place.Once again, he needed an explanation. He reached for his pocket and flipped open the Motorola cell phone. Mr Andrew should better have a good explanation."Hello, Mr Andrews, what's going on?""What do you mean by what'
Chapter five"Where did you get this?"Brian pulled his finger from the seemingly wrinkled grip of the old man sitting across the table.Brian never liked to talk to the customers directly, or serve their orders. That wasn't his duty. He was to make sure that all the customers got what they ordered for, and as fast as possible. But since Jessica and the other workers seemed to have succumbed to the flu, he had no choice.And here was a man, whose face was difficult to put an age on, asking him how he got the ring on his forefinger.Brian had no business answering the question. He had done his job by serving the coffee, and he moved to the next table.The world would have been a better place if people learned to mind their business, at least that's what he thought as he took the next order from two tables away.Few minutes later, Brian was done. He perched his aching ass on a stool to observe the happy customers as they continued their chit chat. Some bunch of happy customers with nowh