It's a big deal
Author's notes: Sorry for abandoning this story. I actually wasn't busy. My exams have ended but I was really upset about my computer where Internet wasn't working. I was free yesterday and today but it's just now I've spend an hour turning the gears of brain all the way I can and finally repairing it **tears of joy** I'll be starting my new course from tomorrow. And once again, a reminder: The regular updates and the new upcoming Story. "100 shades of life" will be starting in May. Thanks to all the guest readers and others and reviewers! Thanks so much!
Chapter 10-
When it all seems faded, when there is not even a ray of light to live for, you don't care for your life. You forget about your loved ones, the one who still care for you and would do anything to make you smile.
Hilary was driving down the possible endless road with tear stricken face. She was downtrodden and broken. The little light in her heart had been darkened. What was the use when she was cheated again? What really would happen if he dint like her?
All those words he said her that night…that, were just fake. He liked Salima. He was interested in her, not her.
What was the use in crying now? What if he didn't care? It shouldn't matter. Right. All those moments, all those memories, now are worth of being dumped in dump, simply? Just because his heart has changed now?
I'd never forgive them… What's the use of asking or arguing? I saw them and my eyes has witnessed it. **sob** There's no point in hoping. What will be wrong if I can't be with him…? I haven't thought you too cheat me again Tyson. After all you know how bad it hurts. You've experienced it, right or… were you too happy that day?
She parked her car and strode out of her car. She sighed as she looked at her house before opening the door. She was feeling hurt and dismayed. Slowly, she opened the door and made her way to her room. Lavinia should be home around, yet she wasn't there.
She arranged the dining table for her and boiled the rice. Leaving a note to take a bath quickly and eat her food, she went to her room and lied down.
She messaged Kai to return home early and bring some painkillers with him. With that, she went into a deep slumber looking tensed, her tensioned brows contracting occasionally.
Tyson stopped knocking after she dint respond for the last ten minutes. He gave up and sat down, near the door, contemplating. He was suddenly regretting everything. He shouldn't have done that to her. She might be thinking he still resented her and perhaps still was in Hilary. That was wrong. He was over her, not really, but he was trying his best.
Time passed by, Sylvia arrived home, had her lunch, asked about her mother which Tyson made some reason and they had a little talk regarding her upcoming birthday and finally she went for a nap. Tyson sighed as she again didn't question him. He was relived. The day nonetheless passed and there was just an hour or more left for dinner.
Tyson sighed as he opened the door to his room and checked for his wife. Realizing that she wouldn't respond, he began pushing the door, perhaps it'd break…?
There was no sound at all even at this.
He shuddered. What if she had done something inside? Tyson wasn't too over Salima, but still, she was his wife! He couldn't simply let anything happen to her.
He walked in the balcony whose wall coincides with the washroom's and the window too. He climbed the window taking he doesn't slip off the parapet wall. He directly and impulsively jumped inside of the opposite room landing directly in front of the bath tub. He was panting a little but immediately got up.
What shocked him the most was seeing her, lying in the water filled tub and closed eyes. She was still breathing but there was no doubt if she wouldn't become the prey of fever or a nice cold. He shook her, trying to wake her. She didn't even move. Perhaps, she's in a deep one.
He unlocked the door because he wasn't planning to take her out by the same route from which he was here. He gently then lifted her from the tub, immediately wetting his sleeves and almost all of his clothes. To prevent the water soaking, he laid a thick sheet on the bed, and then put her on it. She wasn't still conscious, he sighed at the thought.
Her temperature was a little high. Leaving her to wake and sort out herself would be too unkind. He pulled some her clothes from the closet and put it on the bed, his hands reluctant to change.
Why this does seems so wrong? There is just nothing. I've to do this because she's become ill if I don't. And if she became ill then Sylvia would be troubled. And that's why I've to do this. Don't think anything else Tyson!
He quickly completed his task and changed the soaked sheets into dry ones once again and covered her in a warm blanket. He wanted to move down and look after Sylvia but somehow his inner soul hasn't allowed him to do so. He spend the next hour sitting next to her and waiting for her to get up, slowly himself getting into a good sleep.
There would be nobody to disturb him. He never knew what was with him that day really.
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After an hour, we woke to the sounds of Sylvia reading her book and other sounds, rubbing his eyes. He looked aside finding her not there.
She was sorting her clothes and getting to prepare for the dinner.
"When did you wake?" he asked, still not recovered from his sleep.
"Just few minutes ago." She answered, still not looking at him.
He nodded clearly noting her attitude. Perhaps she's still upset about the Hilary thing. Was it really that? No, he knew. It wasn't just that. It was more…
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
He wasn't satisfied with that one worded answer. He intrigued.
"I checked your temperature before. It wasn't okay."
"It's okay now."
Feeling like there was nothing he could push her to say more, he climbed out of the bed and got fresh, preparing for the dinner.
He knew, this time, the tables had somewhat turned. It'd not be easy to explain the things to her. She wouldn't just be normal. She seemed she had no hoped from him. For her, he was far too hopeless.
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Kai had taken Lavinia out for a little walk. The girl was too happy to buy chocolates, chips and her favorite Barbie stickers. After they returned home, Kai, convinced that she is full and would be formally skipping dinner, he bid her goodbye before sleep.
"Goodnight Dad!"
She disappeared inside.
As Kai walked in his room, he saw Hilary sleeping.
Since when did she start sleeping so early?
He raised an eyebrow, but slipped into his night wear and gently sat beside her. He looked at her for few seconds, his hands finding its way to her forehead caressing it, and a smile creeping on his face. He was truly happy seeing how soon they'll be having another guest in their house, and hoping that Hilary would be alright as soon as well. She won't have her mood swings.
"I just want you to be alright." He whispered slowly nearing her.
He had already decided. He was taking her hospital tomorrow and he couldn't just wait to know the gender of his baby!
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Everything came back in her mind. She thought repeatedly of what had happened today. She had given up using her mind for achieving the little or the so things she wanted. She had been loyal to Tyson after their marriage. She knew he was loyal back to her even after he hated her the most. He cared her sometimes just because it seemed right and he never wanted to be the wrong one. His righteousness was always to show her how wrong she was. Even now, when she is lying on her bed, her head turned towards the wall of balcony from where he couldn't see her, she still knows he's not asleep and maybe he's thinking about something. Though the fans are switched because of the cold breezes outside, the stillness is not dreadful; it's just too penetrating.
He would never say anything to her, of what he thought, what he wanted, of what problems he had, what were his inner demons. He never would and she didn't had the balls to ask him either. Every time she did, he turns her down, replying her with the silent harshest attitude possible.
"You know what's coming this month?"
He asked suddenly but carefully. At first, his sound echoed in his mind making sure, he spoke to her.
She didn't reply, only because she sought an answer.
"Yeah. Her birthday." She replied as slowly as possible.
He didn't speak anything further, and she hated the very now silence that was taking an end to their seldom conversation.
"Have you planned something?" she asked.
"Yeah, guess a party. What do you say?" he turned his head slightly to her and she completely tuned to him, her body resting on her arm far adjacent to his.
"It's alright for me. It'd be great. She'd be happy." A sweet smile crawled on her face, a genuine one.
"Alright." He closed his eyes and placed his arm on his eyes beckoning that's the end of their conversation.
Maybe, he don't want me look him further.
"Are you sure you don't have any headache Tyson?" she asked, trying to experiment another better reason.
He simply shook his head, 'no', and didn't make any moment.
Salima got up and pulled out a mild painkiller and filled that glass with water before asking him to get up.
"I'm alright. You don't have to do that." He said blankly after getting up.
"It's my duty. If I won't understand you, then who will do?" She said looking straight in him.
"Thanks." He gave her back the glass and crept back.
She nodded and crawled back in the bed. Though she had turned her face away from him, because he didn't want so it seemed, he noticed how her hand reached her head moving in the hair. She was tired as well, but wouldn't say. If he had the guts, he would have berated her for attempting to fall sick by sleeping in the tub, just because of his stupid words. His hand reached to hers and he squeezed it a little which she returned, mumbling a 'goodnight' to her.
It just made her feel that everything was alright. She needn't need to worry about his behavior towards her.
Tyson knew that the little memories of him and Salima were short and little; they never lasted long, restricted till the truth was revealed upon him. They hadn't spend much time together but whenever they did, he remembers how happy she used to be, how brightly she'd smile, smile for him, feeling she was the queen of him, putting so much love in their all moments. He'd not forget them, but he just doesn't want to remember it right now. He never thought he'd be such a boring and sad guy in his marriage life, but when he contemplates he eventually reasons out and be his cold self towards her.
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