ENDLESS TEARS

IT WILL NEVER HAPPENED AGAIN🤧)

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Now, Mrs. Bello could fully agree that nothing is hidden under
the sun. You might hide it for a while but a secret would always
bounce to the surface sooner or later. She had thought that that
mistake with Habeeb was gone and gone forever and that her secret
had been successfully buried, but now, she had to face the glaring reality of the situation at hand. Her mistake of years back was back,
and not only was it back to taunt her, but it was ready to destroy everything and everyone in its path. The woman had given the baby girl a permanent black (+) mark at the back of her left ear. She had told her that it might be very helpful in future and that it was always important to have a mark on the child with which the child can be
identified, in case her path crossed with her child in future. She had prayed it never happened then but now, it was obvious that her prayer has gone unanswered. If Amara was truly that unwanted
child of hers, then…
“Oh No!” she said with a sickly pale face. “My son cannot be married to my daughter” she whispered in fright. She shook her head. “No! It is a coincidence” she tried to reassure herself. “Amara
can NEVER be my child. My Daughter cannot be married to my son.
It has to be a coincidence”

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I sat at the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. Try as I may, I could not forget the scenario of the past hour. What could have been Mrs. Bello‟s problem? I knew my mother-in-law was so
harsh and wicked but she had seemed almost insane. She had been totally different from the composed woman I knew her to be and she
had looked completely shaken and scared.
And she had noticed my birthmark! It was totally confusing.
She not only noticed the birthmark, it seemed to be the main reason why she was agitated and scared. Thinking about the drama again,
my brain was in overdrive. It almost looked as if Mrs. Bello recognized my birthmark! I frowned and shook my head as I stood up to wash my face in the bathroom, hoping that it would at least
clear my mumbled thoughts. It didn‟t though.
I had only been able to see the mark with the aid of a mirror and the feel of my fingers. Why did it seem as though my mother-in-law knew the mark? And why had my mother seemed uncomfortable by it? She had remained uncomfortable even after
Mrs. Bello‟s departure, until she finally left with my dad. The whole drama was beginning to confuse me and I hoped something would distract me from my thoughts before I run mad from thinking too
much.
I heard a knock and heaved a sigh of relief, ordering the person to come in without even noticing the difference in the knocking
pattern. The door opened and I was so surprised to see Alex. It was so surprising that I found myself gaping idiotically.
“Sorry to disturb you Amara” he said, gaining my attention.
I blinked several times to gather my scattered wits. “What do you want with me Alex” I was impressed that my voice was very firm.
He stood straight, confident as ever, but he looked a bit uneasy.
“I… I have not wished you happy birthday, and I wanted to do so before you went to bed” he said.
I stared in surprise. I have had too many surprises in one day.
First, he said I was pretty, now, he is wishing me happy birthday.
“Why do you want to do that?” I asked.
He shrugged, “I just wanted to” he responded.
I did not know what it was, but somehow, he looked different.
For a second, I could almost glimpse the man I had fallen in love with in the village. Did he think that he could win me over by being sweet? I almost laughed. The easily deceived Amara was already
gone, replaced by a cautious one. “Why? You want to acquire my sympathy? Since Lisa is not home, you are looking for a woman to share your bed right?” I laughed. He looked a bit hurt but I really
wanted to slap his face for his audacity. “I am not a fool Alex, I have a brain, and neither am I an object of sexual sport. If you are looking
for someone to roll with in your bed, go outside and get one, I am not available for such rubbish. Now, can you leave my room?” I boomed
in a perfectly pitched voice, with my feet tapping the floor in anger.
For some seconds, he stood there, frozen. He looked at me and I stared back boldly until he finally turned, opened the door and left. I breathed deeply and sank onto the bed.