ENDLESS TEARS

THE TROUBLE🤧

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Mr Peters glared furiously at his wife. She was seriously a pain
in the neck. Many times, he had wondered why he had married such
a dumb woman, because time and again, she never failed to prove to
him that she was a first degree fool. He wondered if their perpetual
state of poverty had destroyed her ability to think well. The
difference between he and his wife was that his wife was not only
poor but she was also thinking poor. What is wrong in gearing your
brain into moneymaking thoughts? The woman was just being a total
stumbling block on his road to success.
“Listen to me woman, I have come this far and would never at his wife. “Look at this house” he waved his hands at the tastefully
furnished house that the Senator had rented for them after a few
persuasions. “Don‟t you like to live a good and normal life? Don‟t
you think we have suffered enough? This house is the product of my
smart thinking. You should also do something useful with your
brain. My request is simple. Talk to Amara. Encourage her to take
advantage of Alex‟s wealth. If she does, we can set up a business.
You can start selling something and our family would be ok”
Amara‟s mum glared back at her husband. “How can you say
that, Papa Amara? It is our daughter‟s life and happiness that we are
talking about here. She is not happy in that house and you know it.
That Alex is a bastard and I am sure he is maltreating my Amara. Let
me go and see my daughter”
Mr. Peters decided to go soft. “Who told you she is not happy?
Money brings happiness. Now, she can buy everything she needs, do
everything she wants, go anywhere she wants. What else can she ask
for?” He asked, waving his hands.
“Money cannot buy happiness” Amara‟s mother almost yelled.
“But it can rent it” Mr. Peter countered. “Whatever you can‟t
buy, you can borrow” he said. “Listen to me woman, I am ordering
you to do this. Talk some sense into Amara, she listens to you. Do
your part in this family, or else, I would get angry, and what you
have been trying to hide for years would be out in the open for
Amara to see.”
As usual, this got her attention. “Do you always have to
blackmail me with this?” She asked in pain.
“What I am doing is for our good Mama Amara, stop being
stubborn. Do what I say and we would both be happy.”

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I stayed in my room throughout that day. The following morning, Tina brought breakfast to my room. I decided then that I  would reduce Tina‟s work by getting my breakfast myself. I also
needed to start doing some chores. It would help get over my
constant depression. With strong determination to get over my
depression, I decided to go for a stroll during the late hours of the
morning. The stroll proved helpful because the street was so
beautiful. My mind constantly went to my problems but I changed
those thoughts as soon as they came.
I sighted a beautiful flower by the sidewalk and stopped. The
flower was so captivating, with a hint of pink, yellow and white. My
fingers traced the beautiful flower in amazement and I soon got lost
in thoughts. Alex came to my mind and this time, I was not able to
shut out the thought. He had given me a flower that looked similar to
this in the village. I had been on my way to the stream when he
suddenly popped out of the bush. It had been frightening but once I
saw that it was him, my fear disappeared. I knew he could never hurt
me. How wrong! If only I knew the level of hurt he had in store for
me… he had walked with me to the stream and had surprised me by
picking out a stunning flower from the bush. It was the most
romantic gesture any man had ever shown me.
“A penny for your thoughts”
I jumped in fright, taking my hands away from the flower.
Before me stood a man, who was smiling softly. I blinked rapidly,
coming back to my senses.
“I am sorry to have startled you, it was not my intention” he
said apologetically.
I swallowed. To say this guy was handsome would definitely
be a huge understatement. He looked just as breathtaking as his deep
baritone voice. He was not as tall as Alex but he was definitely tall
with broad shoulders and masculine muscles which were clearly
visible through the clingy top he had on. No one should have the
right to look this good. As I assessed him, his face broke into a
blinding grin which brought one dimple to view. I swallowed hard  when I realized what was happening. The guy was obviously aware
of his breathtaking outlook. Can I ever stop being an idiot? Did I
learn nothing from the father of my unborn child? My face came up
with a scowl.
“I hope you like what you see” the guy said, grinning. Jeez, did
he know just how handsome he looked when his sparkling white
teeth were in full display?
I glared at him. “People should learn to run far away from
good-looking things”. Where had that come from? This guy hadn‟t
done anything wrong.
His grin seemed to increase. “Well then, I am glad that I am not
a „thing‟” he murmured. “My name is Kelvin” he stretched his hand
for a handshake.
Oh men! Their effrontery and arrogance knows no bounds. I
stared at his outstretched hand for a long time before I turned,
heading back home and leaving him standing with his hand still
stretched out. I did not give a damn if he was hurt by my rude
actions. One man was more than enough to tell me that all men had
evil agendas, I would be damned if I allowed myself to fall into the
same pit twice.
“It is nice to meet you” he yelled after me. “Just so you know,
you are more beautiful than that flower”
I swallowed and walked home without a backward glance.
Men! I thought again, bitterly. All they ever think about is getting
between your legs. Even though this Kelvin of a guy never said a
thing to suggest sex, I knew that was what he was after, because that
is what all men are after.
I stepped into our compound, still trying to keep my anger
towards men at bay but immediately I opened the door to the sitting
room, my thoughts and anger evaporated.
I stared in surprise. “Mum?”