?His encounter with a Widow?
•(love,lies and suspense)•
?Episode Nine?
°^Marigold POV^°
“You are not helping matter with your cry Stella” I told her calmly.
She scoffed softly and wiped her tears with the hem of her blue blouse.
“Then what do you want me to do?” She asked.
I sighed and move closer to her on the long couch.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and place her hand on mine.
“Everything will be fine Stella- Flora will be found soon” I as-sured.
She swat my hand away and stood on her feet -boiling with rage.
“This is all your fault Marigold” She yelled and I frown.
I also stood on my feet and stare at her.
“How is it my fault?” I murmured.
“If you had not demanded for her hand in another marriage,she wouldn’t have left this house” She barked and I rolled my eyes.
“And how’s that my fault?” I asked nonchalantly and fold my arms.
“If you had not done something as dreadful as your secret, you wouldn’t be helpless as you are right now Stella” I snickered.
She shook her head lightly and wipe the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“You are my best friend Marigold, why are you doing this to me?” She reminded frustratedly.
“I’m never forgetting that Stella; and that’s the reason I’m keeping your hu-ge secret to myself” I told her.
“You promised to never say no to my requests and I also promised to keep your secret safe with me; Tit for Tat Stella” I smi-rked.
She stare at me with wide-ned eyes and I raised my brows at her.
I carried my black hand bag and turned to her.
“I should get going now ; we still nee-d to look for my daughter in-law” I told her but she just watch me like she had lost her tongue.
“Alright then, bye” I wave at her and adjusted my bag on my shoulder before stepping out.
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•Flora POV•
#The_next_day
I sit in the living room watching the television- I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
These comedians are really something.
I heard movement behind me and I turned to look.
Oh
He’s back.
I guess he doesn’t like to wear clothes cause each time I see him, his clothe is always on his shoulder.
Perhaps he and clothes had disagreement.
I watch him as he shut the door and walk into the living room.
I smile at him but he didn’t even spare me a look; he just keep his impas-sive face and walked past me.
I Gr0-ned loudly and shook my head.
He’s a big jackas-s!
I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the couch.
I just wanted to thank him for considering me yesterday; although he ordered for the food but I was so grateful -I had thought I would die of hunger.
And concerning my dress, the housekeeper had brou-ght a lot of hoodies and Jean trousers with her this morning and when I’d asked her who sent them, she told me it was Zayn.
I was glad;but slightly depressed it all has to be hoodies.
I heard the sound of the bell and je-rked up immediately.
Who’s that?
It can’t possibly be the housekeeper right?
I heard the bell rings again and I sprang on my feet.
Geez!
I slide my feet into my sli-ppers and strode to the door.
I bent the doorknob and pulled it open.
It revealed a young pretty lady.
Okay
Don’t tell me this is another Violet.
I rolled my eyes and fold my arms.
Her red gown bearly cover her bu-tt; her dyed hair is parked in a high ponytail and her face is make-up free.
She stare at me and I also do the same.
“How may I help you?” I asked her politely and she eye me repeatedly.
Alright.
“And who the fuc-k are you to ask me that?” She sneered and before I could utter one more word, she pushed me aside and walk into the living room.
I shook my head and watch her climb the stairs.
This is not good.
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It’s late in the night and that crazy girl hasn’t leave yet.
Don’t tell me she’s sleeping over.
I glance at the wall clock and it tells; 10:00pm.
Oh my..
“So she will be sleeping here?” I asked no one in particular.
Then what will she be doing?
Gosh!
I tossed my duvet aside and stood up from the bed.
Although, I’ve had my dinner but right now- I really nee-d to satisfy my curiosity.
I stood up from the bed and adjusted the collar of my new blue pjamas.
I walk up to my door and open it carefully.
I brou-ght my ne-ck out and glance around the hallway.
So silent.
I brou-ght one leg out and followed by the other.
Yes!
I tucked my hair behind my ear and place a finger in between my li-ps- thinking of what to do.
An idea crept into my head and I smile broadly.
Don’t do it Flora.. I heard my subconscious mind and I rolled my eyes.
Just stay back if you want to.. I told her.
I tiptoed towards Zayn’s room with my sli-ppers in my hands.
I wonder why there are so many rooms though when he’s actually staying alone.
I heard some faint cries and I halted my steps.
What’s that?
Where’s it coming from?
I continued my step and I can hear it clearly now.
“Aw.. Zayn”
“You are..there”
“You.. are the.. right sp-ot”
“ha-rder..baby”
It’s the crazy girl M0-ns.
She’s even crazy in bed..
Why can’t she keep it on a low?
I retrieve my steps and headed back to my room but her crazy M0-ns still fill in my ear.
I place my both hands on my ears to prevent me from hearing them.
But I can still hear it loud and clear.
“Zayn!” Her M0-ns has filled the whole house now.
I clenched my teeth and opened my door room.
I hurried to the bed and cover myself.
“Zayn..please” I heard again.
Gross!
I grabbed a pillow and place it on my head ti-ghtly.
I could feel tears threatening to drop but I sniff it back.
I warned you.. didn’t I? My subconscious mind mocked.
“Zayn!!”
I shut my eyes ti-ghtly and the tears finally dropped.
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?His encounter with a Widow?
•(love,lies and suspense)•
?Episode Ten?
•Zayn POV•
I squinted my eyes open and yawned loudly.
I feel a hand wrapped around my stomach;
I tilted my head and found the b**h grinning very ha-rd to me.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
“Why are you still here?” I asked her- taking her hand off me.
She sit upright and tucked the loose strand of her coloured hair- beaming with all smiles.
“You were so good Zayn; I can’t feel my legs anymore” she laughed moving closer to me.
I crawled out of the bed and picked my briefs from the floor.
I heard her Gr0-ned and I turned to her.
“I shouldn’t meet you here” I told her icily and grabbed the bathroom doorknob.
“Zayn” She called.
I ignored her and stepped into the bathroom.
***
“Good morning Zayn” Miss Roseline greeted with her loving smile but I just nodded and dragged a chair backward.
I took my seat and watch her as she walk back into the kitchen.
She returned after a short while with a tray in her hand;
she place it carefully on the table and turned to leave.
I opened the dishes and grabbed a plate.
I took my gaze to the hallway and bring it back to the nice looking meal in front of me.
Has she eaten before me?
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“Do you nee-d something?” Miss Roseline asked immediately she saw me behind her in the doorway.
Throu-ghout my meal I keep darting my eyes everywhere for her, but she’s not coming and I wonder what the reason could be.
I ran a hand throu-ghmy hair and breathe out.
How do I ask?
“You should..uhm.. check on the lady” I instructed looking else where.
“Uhm.. of course I’ve done that before you got here, but she said she’s not hungry” she told me and I frown.
“She’s not hungry?” I asked her and she nodded.
Wow..
I nodded and left the doorway.
Is she okay? I thought as I ascend the stairs.
Well.. I definitely don’t care.
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?Flora?
It’s noon and I haven’t taken my breakfast yet.
The housekeeper had came to ask why I am not coming for breakfast but I told her I’m not hungry which was a fat lie.
I just don’t want to set my eyes on him and his crazy M0-ner.
Gosh!
I’m famished.
I breathe out heavily and stood up from the bed.
I hope he has left the house already;
I twisted the doorknob and stepped out.
Geez
It won’t seem funny if I come across that crazy coloured hair..
I fumed inwardly as I walk down the silent hallway.
I halted my steps immediately I heard distinct voice coming from the living room.
Oh no..
He’s still home.
I climbed down the first stair and look down from where I’m standing; he’s sitting across a guy on the couch.
They both seem lost in their discussion though.
The guy whom I as-sumed is his friend keep laughing aloud but jackas-s himself just keep that his straight face.
Gosh!
I stood rooted contemplating if I should go back or walk past them.
Jeez!
I glance at him again and caught him staring at me
Oh my..
I couldn’t help but keep the gaze.
I don’t know for how long we stare at each other but after some minutes, I heard a discreet cough and I realised it’s from his friend.
I look away embarras-singly and hurriedly descend the remaining stairs.
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~°Reid°~
“Zayn” I called when I realised he’s not saying anything to what I just said.
He keeps staring into space behind me and I decided to turn.
I turned on my seat and traced his gaze to the stairs.
Wow
It’s a young pretty lady;
claded in a blue pjamas.
Who’s she?
I’m sure Zayn haven’t mentioned her to me before right?
I watch them as they stare at each other for what seems like forever and it’s not funny anymore.
I let out a discreet cough and they both came back to life.
She gleefully descended the stairs and I watch her back as she approached the kitchen.
I turned to Zayn.
“She’s hottie” I told him with a smile.
He shot me a dagger with his eyes and I shrugged.
“What?”
“Who’s she?” I asked and he scoffed softly.
“This is my house Reid” he reminded plainly and I rolled my eyes at his choice of response.
“Of course.. you can bring in anyone of your choices but you know, this particular lady looks innocent” I told him as a matter of fact and he huffed.
“Seriously man?”
“Just cut the crap, she’s a guest and will be leaving very soon” he scolded and stood on his feet.
“Do you like her?” I murmured but I guess he heard me.
He turned to me and I look away immediately.
“Zayn don’t like girls” he reminded sternly and I breathe out.
He shot me one final glance and walk away.
“Blockhead” I mouthed as I watch him climb the stairs.
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|•Ryder•|
I sit on a stool across the counter watching the ladies dancing on the stage.
I glance at my glas-s cu-p and found it empty.
“Hey” I called upon the blondie bar man and he turned to me.
“Get me another shot” I ordered and he just stare at me.
“Have you gone deaf?” I roared.
he swallowed ha-rd and scurried off immediately.
Where on earth could she be hiding?
I keep searching for her days and nights but to no avail.
fuc-k
You will surely regret this Flora for stressing me this much;
once I get hold of you again, you shall grow old with me and never leaving my side.
“What’s up Ryder?” I look up and my li-ps curved to a smiling one.
It’s Zayn.
He offered a handshake which I collected with smiles.
“How have you been man?” I asked him as he dragged a stool backward and sit.
He’s a good friend of mine few years back;
I lost his contact few months ago which saddened me.
He’s a cool guy.
He’s not this social media type I would have get throu-ghhim with that but he loves being private-so I couldn’t get throu-ghhim again.
“I’m good”
“You?” He asked with a light smile as he beckoned on a barman.
“You don’t look so good” He added and I nodded.
“A lot of s**t has been happening recently” I told him.
“Get me a water” he told the barman and he turned to leave.
“You want to share?” He asked and I smile.
“My soon to be wife ran away from home” I said sadly and he scoff.
“You are getting married?” He asked surprisingly like he has never heard of that before.
I nodded and he mouthed “wow”
“It’s great.. but why would she ran away?” He pressed on and I shrugged.
I really don’t wanna start telling him things.
“I don’t know” I told him and he nodded.
The barman returned with his water and dropped it on the counter.
He picked it and uncapped the bottle.
“You know, you just reminded me of a lady that also ran away from home” he said and I watch him as he gulp his water.
“And according to what she told me, she said she was for-ced into early marriage and her parent wants her to get married again” he added and my eyes bulged.
What?
“Where’s the lady Zayn?” I asked him impatiently-standing on my feet.
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Tbc