“Listen here, woman…" Ryan called out in a loud voice. “I'm sick and tired of your never-ending drama and can't keep up with your attitude anymore. I'm desperately in need of a break from you.”“I see you really do need a break, Ryan.” She blurted out in a grouchy tone, irritated by his choice of response. “This must have been the reason you've been frantically searching for Ciara since all these while, is it not?”Ryan thought he heard her wrong, did those words just come out of Anne? He doubts it. If she really did say the words, how was she able to find out about it? He had told no one about this except his mother.The more he thought about it, there is no way his mother would have ranted him out to Anne —even if she tells on him, definitely not to Anne of all people.‘How then did she find out?’ He pondered, unable to get any tangible reply to his curiosity. For Anne to find out about what was supposed to be between himself and his mother, then there are lots of things he thought

Ryan breathed in for the umpteenth times before he was able to gather the supposed courage to face his mother. He tapped on his mother's huge oak door, as usual, ignoring the doorbell, and patiently waited on his mother's reply.“It's not locked, Ryan…" He heard her voice from with in, his face was with that of surprise. She always knew he was the one at the door, and how she was always able to sound that loud was usually enough reason to baffle him.Ryan, putting whatever thought he was having at the moment aside, pushed the oak door instead and walked in slowly like he was trying to watch his steps to prevent him from stumbling.“Ah, Son —you came.” She called out to him like she's been expecting his arrival as her almost aging lips broke into a small smile; even though it was a small smile, it was radiant enough to reach her eyes —it reflects how glad she was to see him again.His mother wasn't sitting in her usual favorite seat, this time, she was standing next to the fireplace an

Ryan could barely sleep throughout the night as he was eager for the day to break, he seemed to be in a haste for something bothering him hard —he was restless and could barely wait for whatever was bothering him to be solved.Immediately he realized it was dawn, he hastily did his morning routine and was ready for work without breakfast —he'll be lucky to have a bite or two before lunch. Ever since Anne had left him, he barely had breakfast and most times, he had to be on an empty stomach until lunch.Though reluctantly and wasn't in the mood to go anywhere for the day, even with his anxious self, he still has the mixed feeling of staying back home. But on the other hand, he needed to get to the office. ******“I don't think we will go ahead with the idea of taking a loan from the bank anymore.” Ryan told Miriam with a straight face that was holding no expression.Miriam was astonished, why did he change plan all of a sudden? Not when the company had concluded that they were going t

Ciara knew her son was right with his words, even without wearing any facial expression on him —she knew he was hurt with the way he related his phrase, if not, disappointed. She barely had time since the past few weeks, always occupied with work and meetings.She had, times without number, promised herself to squeeze out time out of her busy schedule for him, but she was mistaken, work wouldn't stop weighing her down, and it seemed to be getting more complex than the previous.Ciara walked up to her son with self guilty as she placed her right palms on his shoulder, patting it. “Don't worry, pumpkin…” She said with an assuring smile. “Mom would surely make it up to you soon, okay…?”“Soon…? When…?” His voice was quick in demand, expecting something more soothing from his mother. “When this mom planning to make it up to me, I'm tired of waiting until forever.”Ciara sighed. “Soon enough, son. Don't you trust Mommy's word?” She asked him slowly, smiling.“Of course, I do. I was only —”

Ciara came out of the car alongside Herzl, who seemed to be excited to see his uncle after all this while, with his face beaming with smiles as it always does.“Its been ages, little sister.” Dwayne uttered with a wide smile that was reaching his eyes immediately he saw Ciara approaching him.Ciara shook her head slightly in disapproval. “Not that long, like you've assumed.” She replied, reciprocating the smile and giving him a warm embrace.“Yeah, I know.” Dwayne nodded before turning his attention to Herzl, who did not bother to interrupt their exchanging of pleasantries. “What's up, young guy?”“I'm good, uncle Dwayne.” Herzl uttered airily in response with a positive nod. “You stopped visiting us all of a sudden, why? I missed seeing you around, uncle.”“I have been busy all this while, you know I won't just forget you like that —not my precious big guy, no?” Dwayne told him, ruffling his hair affectionately, and his next question was directed at his sister. “Ciara did you not tel