Chapter forty three

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Alex's point of view:

"The whole apartment is now as empty as I met it, I will miss this apartment, I promise." I said to no one in particular but I am sure my son is listening.

"Really, Mom?" he asked. I know he was going to say something to what I said.

"Yes" I answered him

"So, where was I when you moved in here?" he asked again

I touched my tummy as I smiled

"Inside my tummy" I told him

He looked puzzled, I know he won't stop there, he will ask questions regarding it.

"Inside your tummy, mom? How is that even possible?" my cheeks became crimson as I thought about it. Gosh, this boy won't be the end of me.

I knew he was going to ask. He can never change.

"You will understand better when you are growing up" I explained to him but knowing him, he will still ask about something.

"Okay but how did I get out of your stomach mummy?" he hugged me. Of course, he should because he won't just listen when I tell him to not do something.

"You will understand better as you are growing up, I thought I told you that before" I said.

"But the question I asked now is different from the one I asked earlier" he defended himself.

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever" I murmured. He won't just understand that I am already stressed out after packing my belongings and cleaning up the whole apartment.

"Mom, so where are we going?" asked Xander.

"Your going to your home town" I told him

"My hometown? What is the meaning of that?" he asked.

"I will explain to you when we get there" I told him.

"Okay" he said.

"Mom, daddy told me that we are moving in to a bigger house. He said that the house is so huge."

I didn't bother to reply him. I hate when Richard always tell him that what he has for him is always better than mine. Yes, I know I am not rich, but I am doing all in my might to give him the better life he deserves.

Why is he always downgrading what I always give my child? Is it because he is rich or what?

He better not question how I took care and brought my child up because he was not there for us.

"Mom, are you angry?" Xander asked

"Angry?" I asked him. Am I angry?

"Hmm, you are frowning your face. And you always does that when you are confused or angry" he explained. I just glanced at him. My son knows the whole of me without leaving any bit out.

"Really?" I asked him. How could he study me that well? I didn't even know that attribute of me.

"Yes mom. Anyway we have packed everything mom, where are we going to sleep?" he asked.

He is right. There is no place for us to sleep. I packed our mattress outside. I have forgotten that we are leaving tomorrow's evening.
I am so freaking to stand up talkless of going out and bringing the mattress inside.

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