THE TRIO | #Wattys2019

CHAPTER 9 : MAX

Leena's P.O.V

Two days passed since the wedding, but I, being as unfit as ever, was still exhausted. I layed still in my comfortable bed recalling the recent events. I got a call from my parents yesterday. The call was very short, and I didn't get a chance to tell them about my work, or anything that happened recently. They just asked about how I'm doing, and as soon as I finished my plain answer, they said they had to leave for an important meeting. Being the CEOs of a trading company is surely tough.

Come to think of it, would I ever tell them about the weird events that happened recently, if I had the chance to? A new question added to my list of infinite questions, which seemed to get longer at a rapid pace since the beginning of this year.

I sighed as I got off my bed, on which I was laying for the past two hours, doing I don't know what, deciding that the boredom was too much to take. I put on my snickers, took the apartment keys, and walked all the way to the mall. I passed the now familiar aisles till I reached the accessories' section, and found the small shop in no time.

Once in, I saw Mr. Samuel, holding a medium sized box, explaining something to a nice looking lady in her mid thirties, whose two children were literally hanging on her hands, using her feet as a support. Suddenly, one of the kids started shouting in anger and annoyance, before surprising Mr. Samuel by throwing the box off his hand, it's contents flying everywhere as the box fell on the ground with a thud.

Mr. Samuel wasted no time, and quickly got on his knees, collecting the small, shiny items. I was about to go help him, when a shinning object caught my attention. I approached Mr. Samuel, and once I got near enough, I could hear the mother scolding her kid, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me, probably confused by my approach. I bent down, and extended my hand to Mr. Samuel, who was busy looking for a non-existing piece on the spotless floor, showing him the small ring in my palm. It took him a few seconds to notice my hand, but once he did, he raised his head, and cracked a huge smile.

"Thank you, darling", he said, taking the piece from my hand, and neatly placing it in the box.

- "You're welcome", I replied as I took the box from his hand, and helped him up.

- "I'm really sorry", the woman said guiltily, with a Mexican accent, "I hope nothing was damaged".(P.S. No offense meant for Mexicans)
Mr. Samuel just shook his head at her, and smiled.

- "You've got nothing to worry about. It's all good".

- "Thank God!", she said relieved,with her hand on her chest. "Now apologise you two", she said sternly to both her sons, to which they mummbled their "sorries" at the same time.

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"I didn't think that you were really upto this", Mr. Samuel said as he returned some misplaced items to their original places from behind the counter.

- "What can I say? I'm a woman of my words", I replied, straightening up and puffing my chest a bit. He let out a small laugh that showed his dimples.

- "I'm pretty sure it was 'A man of my words'", he said, putting emphasis on man. I took a seat in the nearest chair, put my right leg over my left one, and interlaced my fingers in a formal way,

- "Well, I believe that under the current circumstances, 'woman' is the only possible solution", and he just shook his head at me as he laughed.