Hate War

Chapter 76

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Like every day, he was waiting for me to come out. 

I just kept looking in the distance as he kept staring at me. He has been doing it since the day I came here. As soon as I left his house he followed me here. Keeping a safe distance from my taxi as if I wouldn't recognize his car. He kept following me. I purposely made the taxi driver take unwanted and sudden turns to lose him but he followed me to the end. He tried to persuade me to go back with him but I refused to even see his face and Miss. Bankers conveyed my message to him. So he chooses this method. 

He comes every day here and waits outside of the foundation house for me to come on the balcony. He doesn't leave until he sees me with his own eyes. In the starting months, I didn't come out of my room until morning and I used to find him standing across the road leaning on his car with sleepless eyes. I didn't use to let him see me and go in immediately but nowadays I don't know why but I can't stop myself from walking out of my room at exactly seven. 

I walk out as fast as soon as the clock hits seven. As if this is the only moment in my life I wait to come each day. As if only this moment makes me feel alive again. Even though I don't look at him and keep standing here not even recognizing his presence, he keeps looking at me until I go back into my room. He only leaves when he sees my room lights are off. I moved my hand on my bump and stood there in silence as he kept looking at me. I heard a knock on my door. 

"Door is open, come in," I said without turning back to see who the person was because without turning back I knew who had entered my room. I heard the sound of the door opening and then steps coming in my direction. 

"He is here again," said Miss. Bankers as she passed me a steaming cup of milk. I thanked her but I didn't know what to say further. 

"Hmm," I hummed and took a cup from her and blew on the steam, and kept looking in the distance. 

"Until when you are going to refuse to meet him," she asked as she looked at him. Her words made me stop blowing away the hot steam. This is the same question I have been asking myself. Until when? My eyes zeroed at the hot steams rising from the cup. I took a deep breath while still looking at the steam. 

"I don't know," I said without even thinking because I certainly didn't know when I would be ready to see his face. 

"He is a good man. Nina at least once gives him a chance to say what he wants" Miss. Bankers said in her soft voice trying to make me understand her words as she knew this is a touchy topic for me. I just kept quiet as I didn't know what to say. Giving him a chance to explain himself was a big thing for me. I know if I give him that chance he will again trap me in his lies and like a fool, I will let him in and that scares me. He has the power to convince me and I don't know what next big lie he will tell me to trap me for eternity. Now I was feeling two pairs of eyes on me pushing me into more inner turmoil. 

"I know it's not an easy decision for you but just think about it for once. You only need to just hear what he has to say then you have the power of decision. Once listen to your heart and then decide" she said in her soft voice as she patted my back like forcing me to think about it. I just slightly nodded my head still looking at the rising steam. I stayed out for only a few more minutes as I couldn't bear his eyes on me. 

Suddenly I felt so overwhelmed and it made me go in. I kept the half drink milk cup on the nightstand and switched off the lights. From the heavy curtains of the window, I looked out at him. I only took a look at his face by hiding in the dark. He is still looking at the balcony without blinking his eyes. My eyes moved all over his face. He looked more tired than yesterday. His hair was all over his face looking untamed and grown-up than its usual length. He looked like he lost more weight than yesterday. Has he been working until late? This question was raised in my head as if he heard my question. He looked towards the window as if he knew I was looking at him. I immediately hid behind the curtains with a widely beating heart.