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Love, On A Withered Path.

Chapter 4 Not Yours.

Word Count: 1236    |    Released on: 25/01/2022

ely few hours he fell asleep. His eyes were fixed at the ceiling,

A dream where they both talked and teased each other with love. Her nearness always brings him indescribable happiness and great comfort, that he couldn't just do without her. He had planned all his life wi

ith a relief as the pressure was eased from the urethral parts and down came the longest nar

he sofa but quickly got up to his feet again. The stomach ache he suddenly started feeling, reminded him the urgent need to fill his intestines. Then came one of fastest cooking he has ever done. In no distant t

e remedy, if actually there's one. While deliberating, one popped up in his mind. A man that knows him too well. One of the closest persons in his life, someone he hardly hide anything from; his dad. He had o

p, in no distant time, boarded a taxi to their family house. The thought of her dominated his

nd the mixed reactions that followed after wards. Everyone was glad of her presenc

is girlfriend to the family house fo

utinizing Clara and even asked for her help in preparation of dinner that night.

ially, he relaxed and assumed she was just doing her job as most women does, but things took a new direction, when she brought her incessant

ome to Clara's aid by introducing his own version of diverting topics. The ot

down, he frowned and gave a silent signal to her to s

ot a good table manner to be talkin

ay and when I want to say th

decoy had worked as she became moderate th

ning statement when everyone has left. He had just retur

wife to be," she

what mom?" Shoc

eath, because that was h

efly. "She is a good girl; well mannered, but s

ion that ensued and the

. "Didn't you two get alon

" she an

versant enough?"

," she r

d to all your que

he replied w

at went

Sam," she

she posses qualities you despise? mo

qualities of a good woman, but mark my words

ind your fervent pessimis

am, please? You are dismissed,

You can't just leave me in the middle

ead and marry when you are ready for her, she is such a

lmost appeared to be pleadin

may I help you?" Sh

are not telling me?" He

about Sam," she tried to cl

ter words in vain. He was sure something unusual prompted her remarks. To keep his spirit high, he waved it off after all, his siblin

's makes perfect sense to him now he is in a taxi,on his way to see dad,

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