LOVE
Later that day, Tina knocked on his door and opened the door gently. She found him curled up in a foetal position, looking peaceful and adorable. She stared at him with so much affection; he was a replica of his father. She took her eyes off her sleeping son and looked around his room, Williams was an organized kid, he kept everything he owned neatly and where he could easily have access to them. She looked at the patterned blue painting on his wall and smiled, the colour gave her some calm in her heart. She saw a picture on his table and turned it over, what she saw broke her heart. It was a picture of herself, Mathew, Mia and Williams, the only thing was Mathew’s face was carved out. “He must have really hated his father”, she thought.
“Mom”, his call jolted her, she turned sharply to see him sitting down with folded arms.
“yes”
“why are you through my stuff?”
“don’t I have the right to?”
“this is my room”
“and whose house is this?”, there was no response. She got closer to him, “Wiliams I am asking you a question”
“the house is yours”
“good, you better cultivate a good attitude, it will take you a long way, do you understand me”. He nodded with a frown on his face. She sat down beside him and touched his arm. He pulled away.
“why did you behave rudely this morning”
“Nothing”
“stop saying nothing, you are bothered about something, spill it”
“I don’t like him mom”
“Mark?”
“yes”
“why?”
“I am not comfortable with him around you and around us”
“has he done anything to hurt me?” she asked
“no”
“has he done anything to hurt you and Mia”
“no”
“so what’s the problem? Why don’t you like him?”
“I just don’t like him”
“look, you have no genuine reason for hating Mark. He has done nothing wrong but just to care for this family. He is the source of comfort. I know it’s not easy for you, its not easy for me and Mia as well, we are all trying hard to move on and face life squarely”.
Williams got up and paced with his arms still folded, he seemed to be in deep thought.
“What’s the problem?”
“I don’t want him to end up being my dad eventually”. The statement made the beat of her heart to hit her chest suddenly. She got up with forced smile on her face.
“I don’t think that will happen”
“it will”
“why are you so sure?”
“I just know mom, I just know” his voice shook. For the first time in a long time , she saw him almost cry and was moved and held her son to her bosom.
“I understand how you feel, I will be fine, I promise. I can take care of myself. Your momma is a big girl”. That made him smile. He returned her embrace.
“now I want you to go downstairs and apologize to Mark”
“He is still here?” Williams eyes widened
“yes he is”
“no no no, mom, I don’t want to talk to him”
“you will”. She pulled him by the hand and led him downstairs towards Mark.
Mark and Mia were seated on the longest sofa in the living room, watching television when Tina and Williams entered. He turned to see mother and son struggle.
“Mark, Williams has something to say to you”, “now you talk” she turned to Williams.
“sorry”
“uh, will you say it properly”
“I am sorry”. Mark looked confused and got up. Mia who knew what exactly was happening sat looking at her brother and gave him a mock smile.
“why is he sorry?” Mark asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets
“Williams tell him why you are sorry” Tina urged. Williams hesitated a bit and looked at his mom, he hated what he was doing, he hated what he was about to say because he didn’t mean it.
“I am sorry for all my rudeness towards you” he said with his eyes fixed to the floor. Mark smiled as removed his right hand from his pocket and stretched it, “guess we are friends now”, Williams looked at his hand and immediately felt like dicing his hand into tiny bits with a knife and hear him scream out in agony, but instead he shook his hand and immediately faced the direction of the room.
Tina sighed and joined Mia on the sofa with Mark, they were watching Mia’s favorite TV channel, Nickelodeon.
“you shouldn’t have forced him to apologize”, Mark interrupted,
“I had to, he is my son and has to be put in order when necessary”
“you know what I like about you?
“what?”
“you know when to play and be stern with your children, that’s a very good quality”
“thanks” she simply said and faced the Tv again. She could still see him looking at her from the corner of her eye. “why are you looking at me?” she said without taking her eyes off the Tv.
“you are beautiful, and anyone who took you for granted were very stupid”. She knew who he was referring to and didn’t feel good about it at all. She tapped Mia on her shoulder,
“go up to your room”, Mia was clearly reluctant to stand up, but she had to because her mother asked her to. Immediately she was out of sight Tina looked at Mark sternly.
“look don’t talk about my husband in that manner”
“I didn’t mention names”
“you referred to him”
“okay, I am just saying that I will never take you for granted”
“why are you talking like we have something going on between us”
“don’t we?”.
Later that day, Tina knocked on his door and opened the door gently. She found him curled up in a foetal position, looking peaceful and adorable. She stared at him with so much affection; he was a replica of his father. She took her eyes off her sleeping son and looked around his room, Williams was an organized kid, he kept everything he owned neatly and where he could easily have access to them. She looked at the patterned blue painting on his wall and smiled, the colour gave her some calm in her heart. She saw a picture on his table and turned it over, what she saw broke her heart. It was a picture of herself, Mathew, Mia and Williams, the only thing was Mathew’s face was carved out. “He must have really hated his father”, she thought.
“Mom”, his call jolted her, she turned sharply to see him sitting down with folded arms.
“yes”
“why are you through my stuff?”
“don’t I have the right to?”
“this is my room”
“and whose house is this?”, there was no response. She got closer to him, “Wiliams I am asking you a question”
“the house is yours”
“good, you better cultivate a good attitude, it will take you a long way, do you understand me”. He nodded with a frown on his face. She sat down beside him and touched his arm. He pulled away.
“why did you behave rudely this morning”
“Nothing”
“stop saying nothing, you are bothered about something, spill it”
“I don’t like him mom”
“Mark?”
“yes”
“why?”
“I am not comfortable with him around you and around us”
“has he done anything to hurt me?” she asked
“no”
“has he done anything to hurt you and Mia”
“no”
“so what’s the problem? Why don’t you like him?”
“I just don’t like him”
“look, you have no genuine reason for hating Mark. He has done nothing wrong but just to care for this family. He is the source of comfort. I know it’s not easy for you, its not easy for me and Mia as well, we are all trying hard to move on and face life squarely”.
Williams got up and paced with his arms still folded, he seemed to be in deep thought.
“What’s the problem?”
“I don’t want him to end up being my dad eventually”. The statement made the beat of her heart to hit her chest suddenly. She got up with forced smile on her face.
“I don’t think that will happen”
“it will”
“why are you so sure?”
“I just know mom, I just know” his voice shook. For the first time in a long time , she saw him almost cry and was moved and held her son to her bosom.
“I understand how you feel, I will be fine, I promise. I can take care of myself. Your momma is a big girl”. That made him smile. He returned her embrace.
“now I want you to go downstairs and apologize to Mark”
“He is still here?” Williams eyes widened
“yes he is”
“no no no, mom, I don’t want to talk to him”
“you will”. She pulled him by the hand and led him downstairs towards Mark.
Mark and Mia were seated on the longest sofa in the living room, watching television when Tina and Williams entered. He turned to see mother and son struggle.
“Mark, Williams has something to say to you”, “now you talk” she turned to Williams.
“sorry”
“uh, will you say it properly”
“I am sorry”. Mark looked confused and got up. Mia who knew what exactly was happening sat looking at her brother and gave him a mock smile.
“why is he sorry?” Mark asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets
“Williams tell him why you are sorry” Tina urged. Williams hesitated a bit and looked at his mom, he hated what he was doing, he hated what he was about to say because he didn’t mean it.
“I am sorry for all my rudeness towards you” he said with his eyes fixed to the floor. Mark smiled as removed his right hand from his pocket and stretched it, “guess we are friends now”, Williams looked at his hand and immediately felt like dicing his hand into tiny bits with a knife and hear him scream out in agony, but instead he shook his hand and immediately faced the direction of the room.
Tina sighed and joined Mia on the sofa with Mark, they were watching Mia’s favorite TV channel, Nickelodeon.
“you shouldn’t have forced him to apologize”, Mark interrupted,
“I had to, he is my son and has to be put in order when necessary”
“you know what I like about you?
“what?”
“you know when to play and be stern with your children, that’s a very good quality”
“thanks” she simply said and faced the Tv again. She could still see him looking at her from the corner of her eye. “why are you looking at me?” she said without taking her eyes off the Tv.
“you are beautiful, and anyone who took you for granted were very stupid”. She knew who he was referring to and didn’t feel good about it at all. She tapped Mia on her shoulder,
“go up to your room”, Mia was clearly reluctant to stand up, but she had to because her mother asked her to. Immediately she was out of sight Tina looked at Mark sternly.
“look don’t talk about my husband in that manner”
“I didn’t mention names”
“you referred to him”
“okay, I am just saying that I will never take you for granted”
“why are you talking like we have something going on between us”
“don’t we?”.
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