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CHAPTER EIGHTY: Desire
The trio, as usual, were seated on a secluded table. They were all dressed as Arabs, embracing Omar's rich culture. They looked handsome and bright, like a sun was shining right under their table alone. Women, irrespective of their ages kept stealing glances. Some bold ones even walked up to their table to strike a conversation but the three men would not indulge. Joseph didn't even spare any one of the women a single glance. Except for business partners, he kept to himself. Ever since Angela, he had become very rude to women. He didn't even say much to his friends either. He was only here because he had promised Omar that he'd be in attendance, only what he wanted to focus on was working. Nothing more, nothing seemed intriguing to him anymore. He barely even spoke to his friends, barely even contributed to their discussion. Only observing his environment. Observing and wondering if she'd come to the party. It was sickening, even to him, that he longed for her. He still missed her,
CHAPTER SEVENTY NINIE: Party time
“Does it get any better?”“Does it get any better?” Angela chuckled quietly as she found herself past midnight multitasking. She was painting a really really grotesque duck and also repeating the lines of a crappy opera. “What if you begin to misunderstand?”“What if you begin to misunderstand?”, she repeated sloppily as she concentrated her attention on one of the webbed digits. Taking extra care that all seemed useless based on the appearance of the duck. There were times when she played both the male and female roles in the opera and was awarded with pains all over her oral cavity. “I trust you. I know you have eyes for only me”Her brush stopped midway, smudging the beak of the duck with more paint than a typical heavily padded beak of a duck. “I trust you? I know you have eyes for only me?” She laughed in disbelief as her head processed the words. She had decided to stick to only the female role lead today but this part got to her. “Me? Like me, meeee?” She half screamed and d
CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
“Is that all for today?” Joseph inquired coldly as he shut a document he'd just grudgingly signed. As he'd promised Angela, he'd returned to work only that he had returned a totally different person.His biological father, Mr Benjamin was surprised to see him, he hadn't gotten any notice of his return, Joseph hadn't even informed his assistant of his return. “How have you been?”, he had tried to strike a very informal conversation but his son only formally shook his hands. He watched as everyone avoided his son like a plaque, it could be concluded that everyone could feel his cold demeanor. His eyes were as cold and hard as a brick. So unbreakable. If anyone had earlier thought Joseph to be cold perhaps he was even colder now. And stricter too.“Yes sir”, his assistant answered as she received the document from his outstretched hands. “Fill me in on my schedule for tomorrow”. An order it was. His assistant sighed in surrender. There was nothing she could do literally. As she went
CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN: The breakup
Her feet felt heavy with every step she took afar, her heart was drumming wildly within her ribcage and it felt like she was nauseous. As she ran, all she thought of was Joseph, he'd definitely misunderstood. Fate was cruel. Too cruel. Things were only just beginning to look bright only for this to happen. Angela didn't even care when her legs stopped moving or when her butt cheeks found comfort on the floor. She cried as the turnout of events replayed in her head, mocking her. When Joshua had noticed her unenthusiasm in whatever he had to say, he had proceeded to physical contact and just before she could have acted on his inappropriate manner of touching her, he had forced their lips to merge and enforced a rhythm. Angela regretted her decisions, she shouldn't have acknowledged his message when he'd sent it and even if she had, she ought to have picked a cafe that was packed with customers, not to reserve the most remote seats just so they do not get distracted easily with the da
CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX: A change
The next morning, they took a bath together again. Even though Joseph's eyes twinkled with interest he didn't do anything out of question. He still respected the distance between them but he was insanely aware of her naked body throughout. After the bath, he made breakfast while Angela watched.Angela was happy. She was so happy that she couldn't control it when a tear slid down her face because she thought she wouldn't see a day when Joseph would be capable of taking care of his daily needs, talkless of another. Even though she had promised Joshua brunch, she ate a lot. After breakfast, they cleaned the dishes together and that was when she saw it again. That undeniable gaze that said it all. She had noticed it when they were taking a bath and how it didn't disappear when they broke their fast. Joseph would secretly watch her and shyly take his eyes somewhere else when she caught him.She held his hand in hers and smiled before she whispered with all alacrity, “I'm all yours. Foreve
CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE: The devoted caretaker
Like a cycle, days turned into weeks and weeks to months but Joseph still didn't get better. He still said close to nothing to Angela. He'd rather spend his time in his study. He had turned lean with time, as he barely ate. He barely associates with anything or anyone apart from his study. Angela has had enough. She didn't care what Joseph thought anymore or what her next actions would incite. Because he was slowly losing it. He needed help. And so, that fateful morning, after preparing a hot soup with easily digestible contents, she marched straight to his study and tried to force her way in but the door was locked. With no other plan but to scream, shout, cry or even use force if she had to, Angela marched towards the familiar corridor. Her next destination was his room, still no Joseph. She forcefully pushed the slide-in door that led to his bathroom and there he sat. Joseph sat like a fetus in its mother's womb as he wept. Like a child.Her eyes lost all the fire and she somewha
CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR: Grief
“Oh, I've always had a thing for grotesques but for work, it'll always be romance”, the writer chuckled to the camera as he adjusted his sitting position a few more times to look good for his audience.“What inspires your books then?”. Angela read out loud, totally uninterested. Joshua, the writer looked at nothing as he tried to form the right words or what he believes is right. “Love inspires my book”, he smiled to himself like he had just found something no one would ever find. “Love is real. Now, not the kind between siblings or relatives. The simple attraction you feel towards someone you don't even know too well”. He frowned as he continued, Angela almost thought he was already possessed by what made some writers write so well. “That wanton feeling is power. It's so powerful and beautiful and there's a lot to unravel, so yeah. That's why I always find myself writing about it”. He smiled finally, awarding himself marks for a test no one gave him. Angela nodded when she was su
CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE: The Funeral
Mr James Wilson was buried on Friday. A very sunny Friday. It was so sunny that Joseph wished that it was raining. They had set up a small gathering, rather too small for a man established as Mr James. But still, many came to pay their respects, some even flew in that morning just to pay their last respect to such a kindhearted man like Mr James. As the priest said the prayers and Mr James' coffin was leveled into the ground, Joseph only prayed to wake up from this dream. He still hadn't accepted the news. He still remembered the conversations he'd shared with his father prior to his surgery. The words he had shared with Angela up to the time he had patiently waited to be reunited with his father once again. Alive. Not dead. But Dr. Murphy's downcast look had ruined it all. Joseph had waited patiently all for nothing. Had believed Angela's words before the surgery, all for his father's death to drive him to the end of time. He had killed his father.No. Not the doctor, at least J
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO: Horrid mistakes
Accuracy. That was definitely Dr Murphy's best word. He was always accurate. He knew the human anatomy like the palm of his hand. As a career man, he was never wrong, and has never lost a single patient during his thirty six years of treating patients. Dr Murphy was literally known as an aldonis in the surgery room.As he scrubbed in and entered the operation room, he said a little prayer to God that he’s kept his nickname this long. Inside the OR, he shook his head vehemently like a boxer ready for battle and whispered “Let's do this” to himself after washing his hands and went in where a nurse came forward to help him wear his sterile gown.A nurse eyed his scrub cap knowingly and turned to share smiles between her colleagues. They all knew Professor Murphy to be present for only very important surgeries and whenever he wore the specific cap on his head, it meant real business. That means the patient on the table would survive no matter the cost. The patient's lucky, she concluded
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