Chapter 4
FIVE YEARS LATER
"Give me my pencil, Ryan!"
"I don't have your pencil, Emma. Stop accusing me wrongly."
"I saw you going through my bag."
"Liar!"
"Mum!"
I heaved a sigh as I walked out of the kitchen with the little towel i am using to wipe my hand.
"What is going on?" I asked as I picked up Ryan’s school bag and zipped it up.
"Ryan took my pencil." Emma cried.
"She is lying." Ryan defended.
"I saw you going through my bag!" She yelled.
"Liar!"
"Enough, please. Emma, I will buy you a new pencil." I said, taking a seat on the only sofa in our room and helped Ryan wear his bag.
"Me too, mum." Ryan said.
"You have your own!" Emma snapped.
"Emma. stop yelling at your brother." I cautioned.
She dropped her gaze. "Sorry, mum."
I heaved a sigh as I bring her closer to me and i helped her with her bag. They are both in their uniforms, ready for school and they are already late.
I am late as well for my job.
"No yelling. I am older than you." I heard Ryan whisper to her.
"Ryan," i warned.
"Sorry, mum."
I stood on my feet and walked towards the nightstand where my purse is. I picked it up and walked back to them.
I took out some money and handed it to them.
"Buy pencils and cookies but you must eat your lunch. If you bring back your lunch, I will stop giving you money for cookies. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, mum." They said in unison.
"Good. I love you both so much." I said, kneeling close to them and placed kisses on their temples.
"We love you too." They said in unison.
I smiled as I arranged their uniforms.
"Pay attention in class and?" I asked.
"Ask questions when you don't understand." They completed.
"Good. That's my angels. No fighting. You both are one. I don't want fights."
"Yes, mum."
"Let's go, let's go. You both are late already." I said, standing up on my feet and they picked up their lunch boxes. I grabbed my bag. We walked out of the room and I locked my door.
We headed downstairs.
It is five years already. Which was super fast. My babies are grown and are students now. Thanks to Nikki, my best friend, I was able to work as a cleaner in the hospital where I gave birth to my kids without thinking much about them.
The past years has been peaceful, a little bit less stressful and joyful, thanks to my babies. They give me the strength every single day.
My babies are fraternal twins. Ryan has my brown eyes and Emma has hazel eyes. I think she got it from the stranger. I used to feel hurt whenever I look at them but I learned to love it. She is my daughter. I can't feel that way whenever I look at her.
I love her regardless.
None of my kids looks like Ernest. That's another confirmation that they are not his kids.
It gives me a very horrible feeling. They remind me of my mistake.
But I have managed to swallow it up and move on.
The did has already been done.
No changing it.
We can't turn back the hands of time. It is impossible to go backwards.
We just have to pick up the remaining pieces of our life and move on.
But I still hope for a miracle.
I hope to see Ernest again.
I miss him so much. Despite the past years, I am still in love with him.
Sometimes I wonder what he must be doing. Did he get married again? Does he have kids now?
I managed to stop myself from thinking about that. It only hurts me. But he deserves to be happy.
I don't deserve him.
I was a bad wife.
We got to the hospital gates, I stopped a tricycle and we entered. The ride was just two minutes and we got to their school. I sat on the tricycle and watched as they walked into their school.
"Bye, sweeties!" I said aloud, waving at them.
They waved at me.
I was taken back to the hospital and I paid the driver before walking into the hospital compound.
I stopped on my track at the sight of likely all the nurses and some doctors outside and reading something on the wall.
I arched my brows in confusion as I walked closer to them.
What is going on?
My tiny phone rang out and I took it out of my purse. I looked at the dialer, it was Nikki.
I picked the call and placed my phone close to my ear as I stopped right next to the crowd.
"Niki,”
"Kimberly, you have heard, right?" She asked.
"Heard.....what.....?" I trailed off the minute I saw the sign post on the wall.
It read, 'HOSPITAL BUILDING SOLD. ALL WORKERS ARE TO VACATE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.'
Oh no.
"I am so devastated right now, Nikki." I said, heaving a sigh as I relaxed on the sofa.
"I know. You should. I mean it's your source of income we are talking about here. You are just one step away from the streets." She said, making it more devastating than it already is.
"What am I going to do? I have been thinking about it and trying to come up with a plan but I end up getting nothing." I almost cried.
"I told you I already have a plan." She said.
I heaved a sigh. "What's the plan?"
"You will get a good paying legal job through an illegal means. Which means you need a forged certificate to get the job." She said.
My jaw dropped. "What?"
"I know a friend who can help you." She said.
"No, I am not doing that. I don't want to get into trouble." I said.
"You are not going to get into trouble. I promise. " She said
I stared at her. She gave me a nod.
DAYS LATER....
AT OCEAN WHITE COMPANY.....
"Good day, sir." I greeted.
"Call me,Bernie." He said, smiling at me and giving me the full view of his perfect makeup. He offered me a seat on the sofa right opposite him.
"Your documents, please." He demanded.
I handed him my file nervously and he collected it
My legs ached to run out of here before something happens.
"Calm down, Kim.” Nikki’s voice echoed in my head.
"Impressive." Bernie complimented, still going through my documents.
I forced a smile.
"What position can you work perfectly on?" He asked, looking at me.
I opened my mouth to speak but the door opened, revealing the last person I expected to see here.
It was Ernest.
I froze.