CHAPTER 9 HIS HATRED

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It's late at night, and I'm missing Aaron utterly. I'm not sure why, God, but I'm missing him so much.

I left feeling sorry for him after today's incident.

I hear a car's echoes. Aaron enters the home a few minutes later. Over the couch, I'm drumming my fingers.

During this, he is removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He gave me a sidelong glance.

I instantly averted my gaze. My cheeks began to flush. I took a few steps back and looked around, but I couldn't seem to keep my gaze on him.

He walks up the stairs and into his room.

After a few moments.

I reached for the dining room and turned to see him approaching. At the table, he sat in a head chair.

After that, Amy and the other maids arrived and began serving our meal.

We're both silent; he doesn't say anything to me.

But I want to talk to him and ask him how his day was, but I know he won't want to talk to me.

I press my lips together, embarrassed to be around him.

He stood to go after dinner, giving me a brief glance.

My phone buzzed as he walked away, and it was my brother Wilber called.

"Hey bro," I murmured.

"So, how's my boo-boo?" he asked, laughing.

My brother refers to me as "Booboo."

"Ugh, quit up, I'm 9 months older than you," I joked, "you should call me elder sister."

"Well, Grandpa is missing you," he added, "and when he finds out about your marriage, he demands to see you."

"Yeah, I'm missing my grandpa as well," I admitted.

Wilber says to me, "Here, talk to him."

"Eter, my girl, how are you doing?" my grandfather inquired.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard his lovely voice.

"Grandpa, I am amazing. how are you doing." I enquired.

"What do you expect, Wilber forbids me from eating sweets, but I want to eat. I don't give a damn about ridiculous blood pressure and sugar levels; instead, I want to enjoy spicy and delicious meals. I don't care what happens to me as long as I get to eat my favourite cuisine." He stated.

"Grandpa Seriously, you're acting like a toddler, which isn't good for your health. At the very least, try not to eat spicy food for a month as your doctor advised, then eat after you know your blood pressure and sugar levels are high." I sighed and said

"No, no, I won't understand any explanation; okay, I'll eat anything I want, and from what I've learnt, you've married; how is your husband doing? what he does to you? Tell me what you think! Did he treat you well? If not, then I'll have to teach him some good lessons. I am a retired police officer." He stated his argument.

My maternal grandfather was, in fact, a former cop. He was feared by everyone when he was younger. His harshness toward lawbreakers is a particularly striking incident.

"No, no, grandpa," I answered roughly twice, "my husband loves me so much, he is such a caring husband, he never mistreats me, he loves me so much."

"Hmm, so I'm missing my girl when you come to see me," he explained.

"I'll ask Aaron about it, and I'll be there shortly to fulfil my willingness," I told him.

I have to ask Aaron about my meeting with my grandfather as I hang off the phone.

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