Chapter 6

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How on earth did he know i faked my identity? No. I can't tell him.


I chuckled. "You must have get it wrong Hugo. I'm Geraldine. Not the Christine your are talking about."


He stares at me, eyes locked mine.


"Where's your identity card that proofs you are not her?" He asked.


Oh no. How am i supposed to show him my card?


"I... It's in my bag." I said, head looking down my knotted fingers.


What am i supposed to do? Someone please help me out here...


"Oh really?" He said, hands in his pocket as if he is trying to find something.


Moments later, he took out a identity card. And, it's mine! Shit! Since when did i dropped it? Oh my god. How am i supposed to answer this?


"It is still in your purse now? Christine?" He said, narrowing his eyes at me.


I can't tell him. Shit! what am i supposed to do? I'm so careless! Think! Think Christine!


"Look... I.. don't know why this 'christine' look exactly like me but for the final time i'm not the girl you are looking for." I lied.


He didn't say a word and suddenly, he grab my wallet and poured everything out on the bed. He is trying to look for my identity card.


I was too shocked and angry at the same time for taking my things without my permission.


"What do you think you are doing Hugo?" I shouted, eyes blazing with fury.


"What am i thinking? You said your identity card is in your purse. Where is it now?" He growls.


"It's really none of your business."


"Christine!" He shouted and pushed me against the wall. I looked up at him and he was watching me He closed his eyes as if he is in pain. My heartbeat quicken. Shit Christine! Should i tell him?


Then, his mouth is in mine. I wanted to pull him away but i can't. My subconscious once again tell me how much i missed this. Besides, he is too heavy to be pulled away.


Not knowing how much time has past, he stopped. He pulled me in to his embrace as both of us are breathless.


"Christine. Why did you leave me? Do you know how much i missed you? It's have been three years! God-damned three years! Where have you been?" He shouted, hugging me tightly.


"I hurt you, Hugo. I don't deserve your love. Besides, you are already married now. Everything is too late." I said, vision turning blur as if my eyes is full of tears and waterworks going to start soon.

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