I headed downstairs and then checked outside to see what was going on, surprisingly I didn't see the police vehicle again. It must have cornered to the other street. Anyways, wherever it is heading to I hope it's not something serious! I hoped, even though I had no business with the other side of the street. Infact, I practically knew nobody there. When I was about entering inside the room, I saw Mrs Smith coming out of her house. She was about to enter a taxi which I found parking in front of her house since. I had thought the taxi man was just resting, however reverse turned out to be the same.
When Mrs Smith saw me she stared at me for some seconds first before waving at me. I also smiled at her, and then waved at her as well. Thus, she hopped into the taxi and the taxi man drove away. These days, she wasn't as lively as she used to be in the past. Although it was really clear, she was comfortable with me again ever seen I became acquainted with what was going on between her and Doctor Ethan. But the fact that it was now a something of the past and he had promised not to bother her again, I guess she had nothing to worry about. Unless if maybe she was scared that I might disclose the matter to Aunt Vicky to Jessica, something I would never even attempt to.
Not even in dream. I respected her a lot and wouldn't do anything that would hurt her feelings, beside if I exposed her she would know. And that would cause a rift between us and she might decide to relocate to another place in order to save herself the insult and weird glances. As a married woman, they would should look for a way to blame her one way or another. But no one would care about what her husband did on his own part. Actually, there are still some societies today that look down upon women for committing adultery even after repenting and then do nothing to men for commiting the same thing.
It was as if men could do whatever they feel like doing, while women are expected to follow the rules and avoid breaking those rules. One slide mistake and the whole society would start gossiping about you, especially in places like small towns and countryside where the population isn't that much compared to the cities. In the cities, people do whatever they like and nobody had the chance to judge anybody.
Infact the places are always crowded, and a lot of people come from different places to stay for a while or for a short period of time. The bars there were usually more elegant that the ones in small towns or countrysides. And there, you would find different kinds of people. Married, single, and so on. With everyone doing whatever they like however they want, who even have the time to keep eyes on other people? No one, actually.
I went back into the house and saw Jessica prepared about going out. She was dressed half-naked and was holding a small handbag which probably had her phone and debit card inside. She was looking weird with all the make-ups but I dared not say anything about that. I just asked where she was going to, thinking she would be polite to tell me. After all, she was kind of nice to me the day prior. Infact we even had to watch movie together and also shared her deepest secrets to me.
But guess what, she told me to mind my own business. I was kind of confused when she said that, although I wasn't really surprised. But did I really deserved such a response from her? I cared about her that was why I asked, or didn't she get it? I wondered, and then asked her why she told me to mind my own business. Just then she burst into laughter and told me the same reason why I didn't tell her who bought me that gown. Then I shook my head and told her it was Frank, although it was a lie.
Hearing that Frank was the one that bought it for me, she rolled her eyes and told me she would also go out and meet her own Frank so he could buy her a gown. That was really childish, I didn't even know when I began laughing sarcastically at her. I didn't even mind whether she was going to take it personal or not. I just continued laughing until she hissed and walked past me about heading to the door. But then she stopped and turned. Thus, I managed to control myself to which she hissed and told me to have myself checked perhaps the beer I took some days ago at Frank's house was still in my system.
Her words came as a surprise, I didn't even know when I asked her what exactly did she mean by her words. Actually, I had already explained to her before that it never really happened even though it did. But in order to make her forget it, I had to say that. However, it seemed she didn't get the message. Or perhaps she was just trying to hurt me. Seeing how hurt I appeared to be the fact that I couldn't control my emotion, she began laughing and saying now I can feel her pain. To be honest, I was really pained to the fact that I called her spoiled brat without even knowing I did.
"Spoiled brat? Did you just called me spoiled brat?" she groaned, and in anger she headed straight upstairs to probably tell her mom what I said. Well, it wasn't as if I was scared or something. But I didn't know exactly how Aunt Vicky would view it. I patiently wait for Jessica to come and call me but somehow, I didn't. And in about a minute or so, she came down more angrier than she was before heading upstairs and then left the house, almost pushing me away as she walked past me swiftly.
I didn't really know what exactly happened but I had this hunch that she found her mother sleeping and chooses not to wake her up. But if that wasn't the case then perhaps her mother was in the bathroom. However, if that also wasn't the case then I guess Aunt Vicky paid no heed to her report. But seriously, I didn't think that was going to be possible as Aunt Vicky loved her daughter so much and didn't want to see her disturbed.
But if she had told her and then Aunt Vicky paid no regards, then I guess she had any silly reason to be angry as all she wanted was to be supported even if what she is doing is totally unacceptable and improper. She was more like a fool at forty, only that she wasn't forty yet. But at her age, she ought to stop acting like a child. The nickname I gave her, SPOILED BRAT, really fitted her. If she wasn't a spoiled brat then what exactly was she. She was actually acting like a spoiled brat, she had all the characteristics of a spoiled brat.
Infact if there was something similar but more painful that it, I would have addressed her with it. I really hoped wherever she was heading to she shouldn't forget about the insult. That way, she wouldn't enjoy her walkabout. As satisfied as I was, I decided to check on Aunt Vicky upstairs. I wanted to see how she would look at me when she sees me, for calling her daughter a spoiled brat. To be honest, it wasn't really appropriate for me to say that to Jessica because that would also mean her body didn't train her well.
While that could be true, I believed her mother really tried her best hence calling Jessica a spoiled brat would make Aunt Vicky to think I didn't acknowledge all her efforts to show her daughter the way. But whatever they case might be, the best thing to do was to check on her. That way I would know exactly what she felt. After heading upstairs, I walked to into her room. Just then I found her having a video chat with someone. She was laughing and talking, she didn't even acknowledge my presence until I came into her view.
She pointed at something under the future that held her mirror, and signed to me to bring it for her. When I walked over to the furniture I found out it was a pack of chocolate. One of which I brought back with the day prior, I had dropped one for her and by looking at it I realized she had ate some. I smiled, took it and then gave it to her. Hence, she thanked me and continued talking to the person that seemed to be a long time friend of hers.
Wow, that was great. She didn't even seemed to be angry with me at all. Hence, I left the room happily. She must have been on the call when Jessica went to her, but what if she wasn't at that time? The fact that Jessica was there for some minutes proved the fact a conversation had taken place between the two, although I wasn't really sure about it. Anyways, I went downstairs and then began watching random programs.
And about half and hour later someone knocked our door. I didn't hesitate to check who the person was, surprisingly it was Mrs John and she didn't look good. She looked somewhat sad, probably because her husband had been arrested for commiting a murder. I couldn't believe she was now a murderer's wife, anyways what did she even came to do in our house... or should I say who did she came to see? If assuming Aunt Vicky was still in the hospital, I would have said she came to see me but now that she was back my mind was telling me she came to talk to her.
So sad she had to go through such a terrific situation, if only she had been watchful about her husband or call on the attention of the police for help. That way, they would monitor him and make sure he didn't do anything rash. But she didn't, instead she went around intimidating people and warning them to stay away from him. One surprising thing was that the murdered victim, Emily, was her friend. I had once saw her discussing with the woman and the two were talking about how to handle me.
If only she knew what was about to happen to her, she would have been more careful. Anyways, I just hoped that justice would be served. "Is your Aunt around?" The sad looking woman asked before I could even ask her who she came for. And after nodded my head positively and telling her Aunt Vicky was around, she begged me to summon her for her. However, Aunt Vicky condition meant I would have to invite Mrs John into the house if she wanted to see her as that was the only way the two would be able to talk. Hence, I invited her into the sitting room and told her to wait while I summon my Aunt for her.
"Okay, thank you" she humbly said, hence I left her there and headed upstairs to Aunt Vicky's room. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the room I found her napping. She had taken some prescribed drugs and probably decided to rest. Actually, the doctors had prescribed all the drugs for her as a substitute for continual treatment at the hospital in order to help her heal fast and redeem her health. I heaved a sigh and then turned and left the room. There was no way I was going to wake her up, Mrs John has to wait or come back some other time! I thought to myself as I began heading downstairs.
