KeishaThe aftermath of the mall incident left me grappling with a sense of unease, robbing me of the motivation to venture beyond the confines of my home. Each day seemed to blur into the next, weighed down by the heaviness in my stomach and the pervasive boredom that accompanied my self-imposed isolation. Months had passed since I last set foot outside, cocooned within the safety of familiar surroundings yet yearning for a change of scenery.It was on one such day, when the monotony threatened to suffocate me, that a flicker of excitement stirred within me. The mere thought of revisiting my coffee shop, a place that held fond memories and familiar faces, ignited a spark of anticipation. It had been far too long since I last indulged in the hustle and bustle of serving customers and crafting the perfect cup of coffee.Accompanying my mother on her selling ventures had become a welcome distraction, offering a semblance of purpose amidst the dreary routine of daily life. Yet, on this p
KEISHA"Casper, you're the visitor Keisha mentioned, come on in!" I smiled as I gestured for Casper to take a seat on our old couch. I invited him over for lunch at our house, especially since he accompanied me to wherever I wanted to go. It was perfect timing as my mom was already here. My family knows Casper well because we often do research together at home, so I was delighted to see him."Oh, Tita, you haven't changed a bit.""Well, of course, I'm still as kind as ever.""Yes, Tita, your beauty is timeless!" I heard laughter fill the room as Mama chuckled at Casper's compliment. He was quite the charmer. Physically, Casper might have changed over time, but his personality as a jokester and a charmer remained the same. He was still the talkative Casper we all knew."Oh, why don't you two head to the kitchen? I've already prepared the food. Kevin and Keifer might not come home tonight." Mama nodded as she spoke. When we reached the kitchen, the scent of delicious food wafted through
KEISHA"MAMA, KUYA!" The words echoed through the room as I struggled to catch my breath, releasing a sigh of relief mingled with exhaustion. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and my stomach pulsed with pain."M-MAMA, K-KUYA," I managed to gasp out, feeling like each breath was a struggle against the weight of impending motherhood."Ohh baby, please don't come out just yet," I pleaded silently, biting my lip to stifle the cries that threatened to escape with each wave of agony. The intensity of the pain was overwhelming, and I knew deep down that the moment of birth was imminent. I marveled at how childbirth, a natural process, could bring such excruciating pain; my lips were raw from the pressure of my teeth, nearly bleeding from the force."Oh my God, sweetheart! Kevin, Keifer, your sister is about to give birth!" Relief flooded over me as my mother arrived, just in the nick of time to lend support. With her help, I eased myself onto the floor, my body drenched in sweat, my distress ev
KEISHAAfter leaving my son with Mama, who had fallen asleep in her arms, we approached the address provided by Kuya Kevin with hesitation. The gathering of numerous people outside hinted at the doctor's wide circle of patients. With nervousness creeping in, we entered the premises, immediately drawing attention, including from the doctor's family standing nearby.A man, likely in his forties, approached us, his eyes swollen with grief for his late wife, the doctor. "Are you one of my husband's patients?" he inquired."Yes, I was under his care," I replied softly, feeling a wave of sympathy for the grieving family."Please, come in. I apologize if I don't recognize you. Thank you for your condolences," he said somberly, his sorrow palpable in his voice. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. It seemed like fate had teased me with the possibility of finally meeting my son's father, only to reveal that the doctor had already passed away.My heart ached for my son, w
KEISHAAs I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the gentle warmth of the morning sun tenderly caressed my face, its golden rays filtering through the sheer curtains that danced gracefully in the soft breeze. With a contented sigh, I gradually opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the soft, diffused light that filled the room.My heart swelled with joy as my gaze fell upon the sight that awaited me – my precious baby nestled peacefully in his crib, bathed in the gentle glow of dawn. His tiny form lay cocooned in the soft embrace of blankets, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic harmony with the steady cadence of his breathing. His delicate features, softened by the tranquility of slumber, radiated an aura of innocence and serenity that tugged at the deepest corners of my soul.A tender smile graced my lips as I watched him, marveling at the sheer perfection of his existence. Every curve of his tiny form, every flutter of his long eyelashes, seemed to embody a purity and b
"Can I stay here, even just for tonight?" he asked, his lips inches away from mine, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. He rested his hands on his muscular chest, and I could feel the dampness of his clothes from the rain. I was at a loss for words, but before I could even process the situation, I found myself responding to his gentle kiss.I followed the movement of his lips, noticing their familiarity. Had we met before? Had we kissed? I couldn't recall our paths crossing, except for the fact that we were adversaries after he criticized my business as being unlucky, despite him being the one bringing misfortune to my coffee shop!He devoured my lips with a hunger and thirst that seemed insatiable, ravishing me completely. The heat radiating from his lips sent a thousand different sensations coursing through my body. His hand found its way to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue traced the outline of my lips, seeking more. I parted my lips without
"Father!" My child kept repeating, and I couldn't help but arch my eyebrow. My goodness, what was wrong with him? He saw someone with green eyes and started calling them 'father'? Yes, he always acted like that, but usually, he stopped after a minute. But now, it seemed like he had no intention of stopping, and even my brothers were puzzled. Why did they even follow him? And a coat, of all things? Why did he suddenly want to retrieve it now?The man looked down at my child, a smile playing on his lips as he reached for Noah's tiny hand. Noah squirmed and tried to wriggle free from Kevin's grasp. "Come on, buddy, be nice. He's not your dad, for heaven's sake!" I couldn't believe it. It was like my son didn't care that this man wasn't his father. My goodness! And it didn't escape me that they bore a resemblance, making them look like a father and son, even though they had no connection whatsoever. No wonder my son's father was undoubtedly a handsome man."I'll carry him," Kevin hesitate
KEISHA"Keisha! Baby Noah!" Their voices brought a smile to my face as I heard them. Some customers glanced over, annoyed by the noise, but their annoyance turned into smiles when they heard Noah's laughter. Here in my shop, they were my family, my support system. Without them, my business wouldn't be as successful as it is.For me, business isn't just about making money. It's about the people who make the business what it is. It's about their hard work and dedication. Without them, my coffee shop would still be struggling. But now, they help me succeed, so I'm happy to return the favor."Wow, my godson is so handsome!""He takes after me!" They laughed, and one of my lively employees, Josh, chimed in. He was one of my closest friends."Oh, Josh, keep dreaming! You're nowhere near as handsome as Noah!""Come on, if I'm not handsome, why did Karyll like me?" They bantered back and forth in the office, excited to catch up with each other. Only a few remained outside."Enough of that. Ma