100 Days With Mr Romero

“Take me to the children cemetery. ” Emma told the driver who nodded and wondered why she needed to go there at such an hour of the day. It was few minutes past 2pm.

As Emma sat in the car, she fought so hard to prevent the tears in her eyes from running down her cheeks but her effort was futile. The tears flowed ceaselessly and her driver noticed it from the mirror. He wanted to ask her whether she was okay but he felt it was better to let her be. She was different from the cheerful woman he drove around daily. She was now looking sorrowful and defeated.

“We are here ma’am. ” announced Francis.

“Give me a moment. ” requested Emma and he stepped out of the car.

Emma laid her back on the car seat and cried profusely. She then dried her eyes with some sheets stuffed in her back and finally stepped out of the car.

She headed into the cemetery and was shocked at the spectacle before her. Gideon was placing the bouquet of flowers he bought from the store earlier on Ryan’s grave. It was Ryan’s third death anniversary.

“What are you doing here? ” demanded Emma from Gideon who didn’t noticed her the moment she walked in. Gideon didn’t speak.

“What are you doing at my son’s grave? ” she asked again.

“You are not the only parent Ryan had. ” Gideon replied her.

He was wearing dark glasses on.

“Leave this place immediately. ” ordered Emma while pointing at the exit.

“You have no right to tell me what to do. ” Gideon fired back.

“I care about my boy and I will visit him whenever I please. ” he yelled pointing at Ryan’s grave.

“You never really cared about him Gideon. ” acussed Emma while shaking her head from left to right.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Her eyes were getting teary.

“You son of a bitch. You are responsible for the death of my son. ” Emma screamed at Gideon pointing a finger at him.

“Get out. ” she screamed while Gideon took off his shades off.

Emma noticed how swollen his eyes were and she felt weak but yet again pretended.

“I didn’t do anything to harm Ryan. I will never harm my son. ” Gideon professed and stormed out of the cemetery almost crying.

Emma fell on her knees and cried till the tears stopped flowing. She dried her eyes, promised Ryan to bring his murderers to book then she went back into her car. Gideon had left already.

While driving back home, Gideon thought about the accusations Emma rained on him and his heart ached. He didn’t explain to Emma what happened on the day that Ryan died because she wouldn’t listen. She had never listened to him since that day.

He parked his car by the vacant side of the road, placed his head on the steering wheel and cried. He missed Ryan. He missed the way his little boy called him Dada and how he will run to meet him whenever he was back from the office. He missed Ryan’s chuckles, his smooth skin and tender hands.

Gideon thought about the first day he took Ryan to school. How happy the little boy was and when he first brought Ryan to his office, everyone completed the boy pointing out their striking resemblance. He remembered the first day he changed Ryan’s diaper and how Emma laughed at him. If Ryan hadn’t die, they would have been one big happy family.

In her own car, while the driver was still away, Emma was grieving too. She missed Ryan and wished he was still alive. If he was alive she thought, he would have been six today and she would have thrown a big birthday party for him. They would have danced and ate cake.

Emma wished Ryan was still alive while she sat in the car. She imagined him being bigger, way taller and handsome. She would have taught him how to read and ride a bike. She recounted fond memories of him and cried the more.

Gideon will make her pay for loosing her baby she swore in her heart.

She then texted Francis who immediately showed up and drove her home. When she got home, Emma walked to her room looking all gloomy and wearied and her parents didn’t utter a word when she walked passed them in the living room. They knew it was Ryan’s death anniversary and they understood Emma’s current state of mind.

Her mother hurried after her while her father went go the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee. Emma sat by the edge of the bed staring blankly at the wall when her mother walked in. Pearl went to her side and hugged her. Few minutes later, her father showed up with a cup of coffee.

“You’ll be fine Emma. ” assured her father while patting her back.

“Be strong my child. ” said her mother and Emma nodded in affirmation.

“I saw him mother. ” she told her mother while sobbing.

“I saw Gideon at the cemetery. ” she confessed still sobbing and clinging to her mother’s chest.

“That man had the guts to visit my son’s grave. ” she complained to her parents who said nothing.

“Why don’t you shower and rest now. ” suggested her mother who then hinted to her father with her head that they should excuse Emma which they did. Later in the evening, Pearl took Emma’s dinner to her room while she had fallen asleep. She placed the food on the table, caressed Emma’s face and left.

Meanwhile, Gideon was sprawled naked in his bathtub. He sunk his head into the cold water and brought it out. He emptied the bottle of whiskey into the glass beside the bathtub and drank it like an animal.

Not only was Gideon feeling devastated, he was feeling lonely too. He recalled Emma swearing to deal with him and at that point, he wouldn’t be surprised if his only standing business partner pulled out like the rest.

He felt Emma wasn’t only dealing with his finances and brand but also with his mental state. He took the whiskey and drank the whole content from the bottle. He dipped his head back into the water.