In such inestimable moment of pleasure where every emotion and feeling seemed infallible and where every nourishment of their hearts seemed inextricably linked to each other's, Esther lay inertly in his arms caught between serving his truthfulness with inequity by giving him a negative answer thereby breaking her heart because she loved him so or as simply stated-Simon never inveigled himself into her admiration and revere but she purely loved him, or affirm to his question and bear the unseen consequences in the underlying future.  "I love you." He has said these same words countless times as if he were a fool. Well, he is; a fool in love! So overwhelming a moment it is for him that he cannot substitute these three invaluable words to plainly define his feelings because in them his heart has sunken deeper into her and hackneyed it might appear in writing, Esther never got bored of listening to it.

"I could never have imagined that Simon would stoop to that!" Said Slyvia in murmurs with a whiff of envy stinking inside her. Maurice, ever plain and honest, couldn't hold her thoughts back. "Why? You can't deny the fact that she's beautiful and modest. It is hard for any sensible man not to fall for her." "Beautiful!" Sylvia was deadpan."Yes, even the blind can detect that, or would you rather he'd chosen you?.. She said, reading her strappy figure in mockery and grinned."Mind your tongue, Maurice!" She said sternly."I am sure she's just a stop-gap. Simon can't leave Nisha for her."Someone turned on the knob and they all sprang to the corner.  Who could say

She woke up with a strange feeling. Every part of her body was numb, her legs spread astride as if she had been racing in a horrible nightmare. Pulling them together, she felt a pang of pain in her loin and her lower parts. It was strange! She stretched her hand groping for the bed switch thinking it was still at night because she was still weighed by sleep and felt a numbing weakness as if she had been battered.  How odd! The switch wasn't there and neither was the bed.  It was dark inside although there was a shaft of light that stole through the small window. Then she opened her half- blurred eyes and wandered them around; she was no longer in the luxurious room lit by four lamps, a double bed with a comfortable mattress and nice bed sheets but lay on a

"Ma'am, calm down!" He tried to pacify her and then after some minutes asked, "Err, do you know the father- I mean you spoke with certainty earlier?"Emilia was quiet. What the doctor didn't know was the rift between Emilia and Esther, otherwise, he would have guessed the answer."Did I hear you mention that she's pregnant?" Jimmy asked curiously as soon as he entered. Feeling remorseful and uneasy, he'd stayed close to know about Esther's condition."Yes, she is." Jimmy's face immediately darkened and he glimpsed at Emilia accusingly. By the look of things, he isn't pleased with this news."Ma'am Emilia, may I talk to you for a moment? Please!" Jimmy said trying to hide his hard feelings and the two went out. The two h

A dart of fear chilled Esther's bones. Simon wasn't okay, not at all! And she could feel it as if he was a part of him. When she heard Emilia shrieking out his name, she wanted to run to him, be there for him but had second thoughts, "He hates you, despises you and so does everyone. Why would you want to meddle? You have an unexpected plan, remember!" She told herself and looked at her suitcase she'd stuck in the corner and covered with a cloth. The time was nearing. This was the right opportunity to sneak out because everyone seemed distracted. She'd go out using the back door and pass through the small gate at the far end whose lock she'd broken earlier, or better still go out through the main gate since all the guards had followed Simon inside. All the Luck was on her side. As soon as the clock chimed 1:00 am, she carefully carried Chris on her shoulder. Good thing he was still asleep. She strode