Mr. Sam can help

"Mum, I'm not here for a relationship or anything that leads to marriage. I'm tired of men, they are a scumbag. I'm taking you to the hospital tomorrow. It's my responsibility to take care of you. Forget about Sam and his request. I have some money with me and it will be enough to take care of you before I find a new job here. To love someone is willingness from the heart. It's not a trap or by force."

My mum kept quiet and was looking at me. She didn't know how to put it. Mr. Sam had requested to see my face and when she stared at me that long, I asked.

"Mum, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Sam is there waiting to have a word with you," she pointed at the sitting room.

"Is there any need?"

"Sweetheart, I'm in pain." She replied.

I stood up and left Mum inside the room and went to the sitting room to see Sam. Sam was in his late fifties, someone old enough to be my dad. He has a bare head and his big nose disgusts me.

"My angel," he widened his hands and was expecting me t