Rescued 12
“What is the meaning of this, Angel? Don’t I have the right to have some rest after a hectic day at the office?”
Olivia, who was touched by her husband’s plight, decided to open up, at least, to get the matter settled. She gave him a love look and spoke.
“That is it! I am nothing but an illiterate housewife, who does not have the right to pursue her dreams.”
Having identified the problem, Mr. Denise Bailey became relieved and stood up from the couch. Olivia, who was expecting that he would cuddle her and apologized then she would be able to table her plans of organizing a piano concert for children, became disenchanted. She watched him as he walked to the wardrobe and began to undress. Afterwards, he walked to the bathroom without glancing in her direction.
“I have beaten more than I can chew.”
She mumbled. Then, she rested her head on the couch and pondered on what next to do. Meanwhile, Denise could not hold back his tears, as he did not know how to handle such issues. He may be strong outside but in love matters, he was inexperienced and weak. When Olivia noticed that he was staying longer in the bathroom, she became disturbed. Then, she got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom.
At Mr. Nicholas Fields’ Apartment.
“If there is no much to be done, I beg to take my leave, boss.”
Mr. Henry Taylor requested from his boss when he got to his office. His boss, a fifty-three years old man who had noticed that he had been moody for some days.
“Oh, Henry. You need some rest. I can see that your marriage preparation is weighing you down.”
Mr. Henry Taylor who was worried about hearing the marriage preparation as much he was worried about his missing fiancé only smiled dryly and acknowledged.
“Yes, boss. I require some rest. Thank you.”
“It is all right.”
“I will be on my way, boss.”
Mr. Henry Taylor got off work by 3:30 pm and headed for his Godfather’s house. Just as he anticipated, he got there a few minutes before the scheduled time to meet Mr. Nicholas Fields, who just got home too. He gave Henry a searching look the moment he got into his apartment and noticed that he was beside himself and became disturbed.
“Welcome, Henry.”
“Good evening, Godfather. How is Mrs. Fields?”
“Please, take your seat.”
They sat on the two couches facing each other before Mr. Fields could respond to his question.
“She is good. She will soon be back from work. So, how are you?”
Now, Mr. Henry Taylor had gotten to his wit’s end, so he poured his heart before his mentor, who listened carefully. Then he inquired.
“Did you say you did not have any feud?”
“No, we did not.”
Now, Mr. Fields spoke under his breath.
“What could be responsible for such shabby comment? How can she suddenly want to be alone when her wedding was just a few days away?”
Mr. Henry Taylor, who could not proffer an answer to his questions, only looked on with a moist eye.
“Could it be that the relationship is not meant for me?”
Henry asked with a broken heart. Mr. Fields who remembered Denise and how he met his wife became bold and cheerful. Then he encouraged.
“Cheer up, Henry. This could be an indication that she was not meant for you…”
“Then, who is meant for me?”
He asked as he interrupted his Godfather in between sobs. He knew that with such a mindset, they would not make any headway so, he digressed.
“What do I offer you, please?”
The broken-hearted Henry ignored his question as he bent his head. Then, Mr. Fields walked to the kitchen and came back with a cup of coffee, which was his brand. After he served him, he announced.
“Put yourself together. We will go together to see your parents after my meeting.”
Mr. Henry Taylor looked up and locked eyes with him before he continued.
“Yes, I don’t think you should worry yourself to death because of someone who would wake up one morning and wished to be alone. Did you get me?”
“I got you, Godfather.”
Now, Mr. Henry Taylor was beginning to see the situation from a different perspective, and Mr. Fields continued.
“Even if she shows up, I will not encourage you to continue with the marriage until we observe her critically.”
Then, Henry gave him a puzzled look before he sipped his tea, which gave him some relieve. Before now, he had not thought of defending himself and his future, he was only preoccupied with the embarrassment Whitney’s disappearance would cause him and his family.
“I agree with you, Godfather.”
He said with optimism and dropped his teacup.
“Make yourself comfortable. I will be right back.”
“It is all right.”
Mr. Fields climbed the staircase to his bedroom to prepare for his meeting. Then, Mrs. Fields walked in and greeted.
“Wow! Henry, you are here.”
Mr. Henry Taylor, who was backing the door, turned when he heard her voice. He stood up, walked to her and greeted.
“Welcome back, Mrs. Fields. Good to see you.”
“Good to see you, too. How is your marriage preparation going? We are already counting down.”
With the encouraging words from his Godfather which had given him a positive frame of mind towards his plight, he responded cheerfully.
“Everything is going on accordingly.”
“That is good. Congratulations in advance.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Fields.”
“You are welcome. Excuse me.”
She began to walk towards the staircase, while Mr. Henry Taylor returned to his seat and continued with his tea while watching the television.
At Cairo, Egypt.
While Mr. Arthur, Bailey was relaxing with the wife and pondering on how to handle Louis’s case without scaring Nichole. He got a mail alert on his phoned and he read through.
(Hello, Arthur. I wish to appreciate you for been lenient with my family member, Stephen. I would love to meet with you on your return. Brown.)
He smiled when he realized that it was from Mr. Brown, and he sent his reply immediately.
(Thank you, Brown, for reaching out to me and your appreciation. I hope to be back to the country soon. Regards, Arthur.)“Nichole.”
He called on his wife, who was busy with the television program.
“Yes, dear.”
“We are going to have dinner outside the hotel this evening for a change.”
“Wow! That will be nice.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey’s head was full, and he needed to walk around to steady his nerves and think well.
At Mr. Denise Apartment
Olivia got to the bathroom and pushed the door open and saw her husband standing on the bath tub with red eyes. He began to shower the moment she walked in. She undressed too and joined him. Now, Denise had his bath quickly and walked out of the bathroom without speaking to her.
“What have I done?”
She muttered as she quickly got off the bathroom too for the bedroom to meet Denise lying on the bed and covered himself with the duvet. She quickly joined her husband who was backing her on the bed and laid still looking at the ceiling. After a while, she turned to him and called out.
“Hubby.”
She uncovered his duvet and snuggle into it, held him by the shoulder and pleaded.
“Sweetheart. I overreacted. Please talk to me.”
When she could not get any response from him, she leaned on his shoulder and ran her hand on his naked body. Now, Denise had stopped being worried and was learning how to resolve marital squabbles. He was aware that some women found it difficult to apologize even when they were on the wrong.
‘I am lucky to have a wife who would admit her wrong and apologize.’
He was happily enjoying her touch while pretending to be mad at her. Then, he pushed her right hand which she was running on his naked body away, but he regretted it. Then, Olivia suddenly burst into tears and screamed louder.
“You cannot shove us aside. You are all we have.”
Mr. Denise Bailey, who was startled, turned around instantly and held her calmly to his chest and consoled.
“My Angel, please calm down. I am here for you.”
Now, the hysterical Olivia held her husband tightly and sobbed. Then, Denise, who was afraid that she may begin to run a temperature, threatened.
“I will get off the bed for you if you keep crying.”
She held him tighter as though she wanted to go into him and sobbed.
“I am not crying again.”
Mr. Denise Bailey chortle with glee and teased.
“But, you are still crying.”
“Okay, hubby. I won’t cry again. Please don’t leave.”
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