His encounter with a widow episode 8 – 9

🥀His encounter with a Widow🥀
•(love,lies and suspense)•

✨Episode Eight✨

🌹 Flora🌹

I turned on the faucet and rinsed my face repeatedly.

I lifted my face and stare back at my own reflection in the mirror.

Jeez!
No doubt, one could still tell i’d cried my eyes out.

I turned off the faucet and grabbed a white towel to wipe my swollen face.

I returned the towel to its rail- I adjusted my dress and stepped out of the bathroom.

I really hate this inked guy for making me cry this much; no one has ever make me cry like this not even when I was forced into early marriage.

He told me to stop wearing my black dress and now I shouldn’t wear the dresses in the closet?

What does he want then;to go around unclad?
I rolled my eyes and bent the doorknob.

“He’s really going to hear it from me” I mumbled and stepped out of the room and I could feel my my subconscious mind sneered.

Fool.

I shut the door behind me and walk through the hallway- hoping I would meet him in the living room.

Can you really face him? My subconscious mind asked.
Just watch me.

If he doesn’t want me in his house then he should say it to my face.

I huffed and halted my steps immediately I notice a figure approaching me.

Not just a figure-
It’s a lady
A nice looking one at that.

Claded in a yellow crop top with a jean shorts and a black purse in her hand.
I rake my eyes down her body and it landed on her black suede heels.

Her brown hair is parked in a rough simple bun.

She looks classic I must say.

She place her hands akimbo with her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

“Who are you?” She asked bluntly and I resit the urge to roll my eyes right now.

The last time I checked, she doesn’t live in this house and that makes her a guest here…

Oh my!
She owns the room?
.
So she’s the girlfriend.
Uhm.. it’s obvious though.

Someone like inked guy can’t possibly keep a modest girlfriend.

“Hey chicken” She snapped her fingers to my face and I scoffed.

Chicken;really?

“Who are you?” I returned the question and she gasped with a crumbled face.

Okay.

“Are you out of your mind?” She thundered and take a step forward.
And i rolled my eyes.

They are really of the same thing.

“What are you doing here?” She yelled and I shook my head.

How do I even answer her?
I ran into your boyfriend few days ago in a dark night.
He saved me and brought me here.

Jeez Flora!
She would definitely kill her boyfriend if you tell her that.. my subconscious mind whispered to my ear and I nodded.

I know right?
I let out a rueful breathe and turned to her scowled face.

She should stop that-she looks ugly.

“Uhm..” I began
She folded her arms on her chest and watch me.

Gosh!

“I am..”

“What are you doing here?” I heard his voice behind me and I breathe out heavily.

Thank God!

“Oh my goodness.. Zayn” she squealed and run to him behind me.

I turned to them and saw her wrapped her arms around his neck- murmuring whatever into his ear.

But inked guy just keep his hands in his pocket-funny.
Normal boyfriend would do the same right?.

I met his gaze and blinked my eyes before taking it away.

Gosh!
Can I really face him? I thought with my gaze on the floor.

I told you. My subconscious mind replied.

°~Zayn~°

She met my gaze on her and quickly look away.

Violet disengaged from the hug and place her right hand on my cheek-beaming with smiles.

But my eyes are still on lady in black.
Her face is swollen as f**k.

Is she really that hungry? I thought.

“Zayn” I heard and i coughed lightly to cover up my lost state.

“Are you okay?” Violet asked meekly and I stand properly.

“What are you doing here Violet?” I asked sternly and she move back to look into my eyes again.

Cool.

“What on earth is wrong with you Zayn?” She half yelled.

“First you are avoiding my calls and now, you are giving me this cold side of yours” she bickered.

I just watch her with my hands tucked in my pocket.

“Are you doing this because of her?” She queried and I huffed.

“Since when has she been staying with you Zayn?”
“You are cutting me off because of a high school girl?” She said repugnantly-pointing a finger to lady in black and I caught her grinning to herself.

What’s up with her?
She saw my face and quickly compose herself.

“Zayn!” Violet called and I returned my eyes to her.

“I’m done with you Violet” I told her as a matter of fact and her eyes protruded.

I nodded.

“I got tired of screwing you”
“I should try some other pu**ies” I stated flatly.

I walked past her and walk up to lady in black and stand in front of her.
She stare at me with her l-ips apart- probably shocked by my outburst.

Who cares though?

“You will regret this Zayn” Violet brushed her arm past me and scuttle off.

So pesky.

I didn’t spare her a glance- I just watch as lady in black watch her go.

“That was rude” she muttered but I heard it.

“Excuse me” I c*cked an eyebrow at her.
She swallowed and look everywhere.

“I heard that” I told her and she scratch her nape.

I heard her stomach rumble- I look down at it and she quickly place her hands on it.

I scoffed and averted my eyes from her.

“Come with me, if you’re really hungry” I told her and she raise her head to look at me with brighten face.

I shook my head and walk ahead of her.

Foodie!

🥀His encounter with a Widow🥀
•(love,lies and suspense)•

💞Episode Nine💞

°^Marigold POV^°

“You are not helping matter with your cry Stella” I told her calmly.

She scoffed softly and wiped her tears with the hem of her blue blouse.

“Then what do you want me to do?” She asked.

I sighed and move closer to her on the long couch.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and place her hand on mine.

“Everything will be fine Stella- Flora will be found soon” I assured.

She swat my hand away and stood on her feet -boiling with rage.

“This is all your fault Marigold” She yelled and I frown.

I also stood on my feet and stare at her.

“How is it my fault?” I murmured.

“If you had not demanded for her hand in another marriage,she wouldn’t have left this house” She barked and I rolled my eyes.

“And how’s that my fault?” I asked nonchalantly and folded my arms.

“If you had not done something as dreadful as your secret, you wouldn’t be helpless as you are right now,Stella” I snickered.

She shook her head lightly and wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“You are my best friend Marigold, why are you doing this to me?” She reminded frustratedly.

“I’m never forgetting that Stella; and that’s the reason I’m keeping your huge secret to myself” I told her.

“You promised to never say no to my requests and I also promised to keep your secret safe with me; Tit for Tat Stella” I smirked.

She stare at me with w¡dened eyes and I raised my brows at her.

I carried my black hand bag and turned to her.

“I should get going now ; we still need to look for my daughter in-law” I told her but she just watch me like she had lost her tongue.

“Alright then, bye” I waved at her and adjusted my bag on my shoulder before stepping out.

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•Flora POV•

#The_next_day

I sat in the living room watching the television- I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

These comedians are really something.

I heard movement behind me and I turned to look.

Oh
He’s back.

I guess he doesn’t like to wear clothes cause each time I see him, his clothe is always on his shoulder.

Perhaps he and clothes had disagreement.

I watched him as he shut the door before walking into the living room.

I smiled at him but he didn’t even spare me a look; he just kept his impassive face and walked past me.

I gro-ned loudly and shook my head.

He’s a big jackass!

I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the couch.

I just wanted to thank him for considering me yesterday; although he ordered for the food but I was so grateful -I had thought I was going to die of hunger.

And concerning my dress, the housekeeper had brought a lot of hoodies and Jean trousers with her this morning and when I’d asked her who sent them, she told me it was Zayn.

I was glad; but slightly depressed it all has to be hoodies.

I heard the sound of the bell and jerked up immediately.

Who’s that?
It can’t possibly be the housekeeper right?

I heard the bell rings again and I sprang on my feet.

Geez!

I slide my feet into my slippers and str-de to the door.

I bent the doorknob and pulled it open.

It revealed a young pretty lady.

Okay
Don’t tell me this is another Violet.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

Her red gown bearly covers her butt; her dyed hair is parked in a high ponytail and her face is make-up free.

She stare at me and I also do the same.

“How may I help you?” I asked her politely and she eyed me repeatedly.

Alright.

“And who the f**k are you to ask me that?” She sneered and before I could utter one more word, she pushed me aside and walked into the living room.

I shook my head and watch her climb the stairs.

This is not good.

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It’s late in the night and that crazy girl hasn’t leave yet.

Don’t tell me she’s sleeping over.

I glanced at the wall clock and it tells; 10:00pm.

Oh my..

“So she will be sleeping here?” I asked no one in particular.

Then what will she be doing?

Gosh!
I tossed my duvet aside and stood up from the bed.

Although, I’ve had my dinner but right now- I really need to satisfy my curiosity.

I stood up from the bed and adjusted the collar of my new blue Pyjamas.

I walked up to my door and opened it, carefully.

I brought my neck out and glance around the hallway.

So silent.

I brought one leg out and followed by the other.

Yes!

I tucked my hair behind my ear and placed a finger in between my l-ips- thinking of what to do.

An idea crept into my head and I smile broadly.

‘Don’t do it Flora’.. I heard my subconscious mind and I rolled my eyes..

‘Just stay back if you want to’.. I told her.

I tiptoed towards Zayn’s room with my slippers in my hands.

I wonder why there are so many rooms, when he’s actually staying alone.

I heard some faint cries and I halted my steps.

What’s that?
Where’s it coming from?

I continued my step and I can hear it clearly now.

“Aw.. Zayn”
“You are..there”
“You.. are the.. right s₱0t”
“h-rder..baby”

It’s the crazy girl mo-ns.

She’s even crazy in bed..
Why can’t she keep it on a low?

I retrieve my steps and headed back to my room but her crazy mo-ns still fill in my ear.

I placed my both hands on my ears to prevent me from hearing them, but I can still hear it loud and clear.

“Zayn!” Her mo-ns filled the wh0le house now.
I clenched my teeth and opened my door room.

I hurried to the bed and cover myself.

“Zayn..please” I heard again.

Gross!

I grabbed a pillow and place it on my head tightly.

I could feel tears threatening to drop but I sniffed it back.

‘I warned you.. didn’t I?’ My subconscious mind mocked.

“Zayn!!”
I shut my eyes tightly and the tears finally dropped.

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Who will pet Flora now?😂
But seriously,
What secret is Marigold talking about?🤔

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