Chapter 19: Chapter 19
Omar drove to the suburbs and then parked before a beautiful mansion. Someone opened the door and he was ushered in, where he met his mom halfway. Yes, this was where he had settled his mom. She had trees lining around her property and knowing how much she had loved farming; she had enough room for a garden and she kept chicken in the back. Goodness, you never seem to miss me do you. If I had not insisted that you come you wouldn’t have right.
Her mom asked as she made to pinch his ear, though he was not afraid because he toppled over her and she was always doing it in jest. Setting his coat on the hallway tree, she took him by his hand while fussing about how slimmer he had become. Within minutes he was seated and in the company of a lady he did not know together with his sister. One of the reasons he had stopped going for the diners was because his mom was always trying to match him with someone, something that irritated him. was he really that old?
Looking at the way she bowed her head shyly, his mind tuned on another picture in his head. His spitfire woman. She was not shy in any way, apart from when they were on the bed. She stood up for himself and that more than anything else attracted him. Yet he knew that she hated him with a passion that could not be concealed. He had nearly caused the death of her family, what could he say. It was however now that she was a forbidden love that his heart sought only her. since meeting her, she had occupied the entirety of is mind, both during the day and the night.
In the day, his mind conjured circumstances that would allow them be together, while on the other hand at night, he woke up panting, desire causing his body to be extra sensitive. Sleep had proven a hard task and it was already showing in how difficult I was proving to concentrate on work and the dark circles he had hidden. He itched for a fight and since scheduling the match, he knew that tomorrow he would be in the ring.
Throwing back his thoughts, he focused on the moment and tried to share the food with his parents, enjoying every moment there was. His mom picked the choicest meat and dropped it in his place while scooping some rice in another bowl and some greens. This was a meal fit for the king and the large quantities his mom usually prepared made his mind stagger.
So, as they ate, Hilda was introduced. She was a friend to his sister and they had come to visit mom, although he knew that it was probably the work of his mom and sister in an attempt to hook him up. She was still in the university although in her fourth year. She carried herself with grace and her manners were impeccable yet it grated on his Nerves. He wanted defiant not amicable, he realized as his mind as was wont recently started comparing Lisa and Hilda.
Sighing, he put the fork and knife on the plate, feeling disgusted with himself for not being able to control his desire for Lisa. What ‘s wrong Omar, his mom asked as she looked at him, concern etched on her weathered face.
There’s nothing wrong mama, I just feel exhausted.
Saying that, he saw his sister open his mouth and he knew he was done for.
Mom, maybe it is because of Lisa. He loves the girl even at this point.
Lisa, the Lisa he humiliated?
Yes mama, the very one.
Hitting his head with his knuckles, she warned him about coming back without apologizing to Lisa.
That girl loved you so much and yet you, ….
Not being able to complete the statement. Omar felt bad that he had been so ruthless to an innocent girl, something that had caused strife between him and his family. He would try to gain her forgiveness, yet he also knew that Mr. Li could not be kept waiting for any longer. He had to look for a way to keep her firmly on his side. Thinking like this he stood and hugged his family and then strutted out the door.
The crisp cold air made him shiver and at the same time set his mind into clarity. Walking, he got into his car and drove towards his penthouse in the city. He hungered for a hard drink yet he knew that a headache would follow in the morning. While in his house, he got inside his study where he had also kept his bar. Opening a glass of scotch, he poured its contents into a hard crystal-clear glass. Swirling the liquor in the glass, he downed in one bit and then poured one more glass, which he sipped slowly until he was feverishly drunk.
Somehow, he slept on the chair and by the time he woke the next day, his head was pounding so hard, and his eyes felt like they had been glued together. Standing up slowly, he walked to his bedroom where he removed his clothes and got into the shower. The cold water brought life into hi battered body and soon, he was feeling way better. Turning on the coffee machine, he made some coffee for himself even though he really did not want to take it.
Jutting himself into reality, he moved from his house and locked the door. Choosing his black rolls Royce, he revved out of the parking lot out into the city. The traffic noise filling the place with activity.