Chapter 56 Beloved from the past

Chapter fifty-six
Dave
I look through the files again and finish signing up. I stretch it over to Kim. She collects it and walks out.
The office has been so dry and without life since Jones's departure.
Now that we are dating, I don't think she should continue working for Michael.
If she comes here, she wouldn't even need to do anything before she gets paid. I would pay her to double the money Michael will give her.
I just don't know why she's so stubborn.
Perhaps, I can try my luck again.
The ringing of the telephone jolts me out of my thought. I take a deep sigh and pick it up, "Yes Kim."
"Someone is here to see you. She said her name is Diana Macbeth."
Diana Macbeth? That name doesn't sound any bit familiar. I don't remember telling her to see me.
"Did she say she has an appointment with me?"
"No sir. But she said she's from the Macbeth you know very well."
Then it hit me. Jones is a Macbeth.
" Give me some minutes," I say to her and quickly rummage through my desk for Jones' details. I flip through the pages to where Jone's family names are. And there, staring at me is Diana Macbeth, Jone's mother.
My heart made a jot in my chest and I suddenly starts to feel my hands go wet.
Why is she here anyway? I guess Jones must have told her about our relationship. Or she wouldn't have had the gut.
Geez, I heard lots of relationships have crumbled because the parents of the spouses refuse to accept the union.
I hope I'm not going to lose Jones. Gosh, I can't afford to lose her.
"Let her in Kim. And ask her what she would like to take. Make sure it gets here quickly, "I say to Kim and hang up.
I didn't even wait for her to reply to me. I feel so anxious.
I quickly move to the restroom and check myself in the mirror. I look neat and perfect.
There's nothing that's disturbing about my appearance.
I walk back to my office and rearrange my desk.
I don't know why I'm so worked up.
I take some breathing exercises before a soft knock sounds on my door.
That must be her.
I clear my throat, "You can come in".
The door opens and a woman in her late forties walks in. I stand up immediately and let her walk near.
She resembles Jones so much. You can say she's Jones aside from the fact that this woman looks much like the older version of Jones.
Geez, these women are pretty.
"Welcome ma," I say when nothing was coming to my head.
She stare at me for a while, "Why did you ask my daughter out?"
The question knocks me off guard. It's not that I wasn't expecting her to ask but she was too fast.
"Is it because you knew she loved you? Are you trying to play her like you've been doing all this while?"
" No ma," I say softly and it sounds strange even to my ears. I have never respected any other woman aside from my mother. She was the only one I felt was bigger than me. After she died, I stop respecting any woman.
I thought dad would sanction me for my behavior but it only made him think I was not a bastard. Since I had the same traits as him and the looks, he didn't need DNA to prove I was his son.
"I didn't even know she loved me before I asked her out," I started. I look away as I try to think of it all, " I know I don't deserve Jones and I know I've done lots of unspeakable things to her. I swear, I regretted it. And I sincerely had no plan to behave so rudely and arrogant and immature," I look up at her now, " But then, I wouldn't have fallen for her if all that didn't happen. Maybe we were destined to be together. I've never promised or commit since all these years but I am promising you that I will always make Jones happy and you won't have to regret giving us your blessings."
I don't know how I got such outbursts but it was helpful.
Diana raises confused brows, "Who told you I've given you guys my blessing?"
What! That was a slap to my face. I didn't see that coming.
"Well, I seem to be impressed by your choice of words," she smiles now, "But I will hunt you down if you ever make her cry".
I admire her courage. I mean it's the father that's supposed to be making such a statement. Parents normally especially the ones that care are always protective of their daughters. No one wants their daughter to come back crying. And seeing that Jones had no father, Diana can be both.
"I promise ma. I have never promised anyone anything but I am doing so now. I can have it written if you want, we can go to court or something. We can,"
" It's ok," she says cutting me off, " I believe you."
"You believe me?" I was skeptical. I didn't expect that. Why would she do that?
She sits now and gestures for me to do so. She brings out her phone and clicks on some buttons. Then she stretches it out to me.
I stare at the image of me and my mom on the bed, sleeping. The picture was taken so close that you could see the smile on that ten year old boy.
"Where did you get this?" The picture wasn't something my mom would have taken and displayed to the public. I bet she didn't even know such a picture existed.
"I used to be a maid of your mom at that time," she smiles so brightly now, " Your mom was sweet and so was you. You were so full of life and you even treated your maids well."
I stare hard at the picture and I felt the tears leave my eyes. I miss my mom. Gosh, I miss her so much.
"I knew what you were, Dave. You were incredible and innocent and nice and all sorts of good things. I didn't know when you started being so arrogant and full of yourself and wicked. I guess it's much because you lost your mother at such tender age".
I look up at her now, And then, the resemblance struck. She's Mrs. Macbeth. I don't believe I didn't recognize her earlier. I've been trying to look for her ever since dad took all my mom's pictures away. I knew she would have some with her because they were so close then.
Diana moves closer. She sits on the table and pulls me closer to her, "it's ok Dave. You had a good mother and she loved you to the point of death."
I cry harder as I think about the old times with my mom.
"I promise to be the mother you craved for," she says suddenly before I close my eyes.
I was going to remember mom for the last time