Next To Love [Book 2]

Chapter 30 : Call For Celebration

Melanie

I didn't think it was possible to miss someone so much without stopping. Apparently, it's quite possible.

It's been an entire week since Harry remorselessly dumped me, and not once has he reached out to me since. I didn't necessarily expect him to be begging for my forgiveness, it'd be completely out of his character and his pride would never allow him to do through such thing. Still, I couldn't help but wish he'd for once not be so vain and let himself admit his wrongs. Of course, this was quite redundant of me to be hopeful of something almost impossible, it was like wishing I could touch the sun without getting burned.

It's the weekend and it's way too early for me to be awake. If anything, I would have expected to be morbidly feasting on a bowl of cereal, wearing nothing but a fluffy robe and my hair an unruly mess. However, my mother called me around five AM, taking me by surprise when she told she was in New York and arriving at the airport. Now I was sitting in the middle of the airports vast, hollow waiting room alongside my friends, Vitani and Yovann, who unwilling agreed to accompany me to the airport at such an early hour. Staying awake was something they were both determined to keep up for as long as they could, but they didn't last very long and now I have each of their heads resting upon each of my shoulders. I loathe the fact that's it's only a matter of time before one of them starts drooling.

"Mija!"

My tired eyes were beginning to shut, but luckily I was snapped back awake when I heard my mother's familiar voice.

I opened my eyes to see her walking through the double doors whilst strolling two large fuchsia pink suitcase with her.

"Guys, wake up." I shook my shoulders and gradually Vitani and Yovann awoke, grunting tiredly as they rubbed their watery red eyes.

I stood up and instantly ran into my mothers welcoming arms and indulge myself in her warm comfort. I could feel the tightness of her arms around me, but I also felt the way her body has peculiarly become slightly more eerily petite than from what I remember. I don't question it, though, instead I bombard her with questions like why did you call me so last minutely and how's dad?

She seem to stiffen at the mention of my father and I instantly realized she probably wasn't very comfortable speaking about such a personal subject in front of people I trust but ones she barely knows.

Both Vitani and Yovann politely introduced themselves to my mother and as soon as we hopped inside the yellow cab that was waiting outside for us. Almost immediately Yovann and Vitani fell back asleep.

My mother took that opportunity to inform me that she took my advice into consideration and her and my father are on a break. He's unaware that she's in New York because she didn't tell him, another reason for his lack of knowledge of my mother's whereabouts is also that he is currently staying at one of his hotels instead of their shared house. The newly given details took me aback. I understood my mother felt hurt, betrayed even, but I didn't think she have the heart to kick him out the house, even if it was only temporarily. Still, some part of me was proud of my mother for taking matters into her own hands and not putting up with my fathers bullshit.

I never doubted my dad's love for my mom, neither has my mom, but he has proven to us that he can't be trusted.

"Nice place, Mrs. Malik." Yovann compliments in awe as he wondrously trails behind my mother and I along side Vitani.

We all ended up at our old house where many memories still lie, some in light and some still hidden.

My mother kindly smiled at Yovann in response as she set her large purse down on the surface of the dusty coffee table. "Thank you, and please, you can call me Adeline." She says to both Yovann and Vitani. "And thank you for helping me stroll in my suitcases." She adds as Yovann sets my mothers bright pink suitcases against the nearest wall.