My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 34

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After a mood lifting dinner, he went to his bedroom and took of his T-shirt.

He felt light.

Never knew talking to your parents would lift so much weight from your shoulders.

He felt the same.

He fell on the bed with his face and smiled while turning his head on the pillow, squishing his cheek in it. He knew what he had to do it now.
He wasn't ready yet to stoop down to her level but was now ready to bang her and her father with the rubbish in which they drowned him in.

Rumi
She was going to pay for it.

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After a hot shower he got dressed in one of his suits.
He opened his save and retrieved the nuisance that kept him awake for god knows how many nights. Locking the save, he came back to his bed and sat on with it in his hands, still dreading over those twelve reports that that small sleek file was hiding.
Just like she hid her pregnancies.

Six pregnancies.
Six babies.
Six lives.
And six deaths.

With a sigh, a lone tear escaped the fence and coursed down his freshly shaven cheek.
A white paper that a lay man couldn't decipher but the sonograph said it all.

A small blip hiding somewhere in there, happy, and so eager to invade this world. But that blip didn't even knew that his own home wasn't safe. 

How unwanted his presence was...

Only his mother knew.

The next six pages showed all those six lives that were so effortlessly converted into six deaths.
While the next six pages sang the songs of terminations.

Air became thick.

He closed the file with his eyes.
Just like a pigeon.

But no.
He can't die like one those pigeons. He had to fight for his life, for his father, and now another most important aspect of his life.

Zasha

Who knew that little girl would somehow become his breath...

Wait 

Zasha

His gaze swiftly landed on his side where his phone laid eagerly like a dog wagging it's tail to be tapped on his head.

He opened his notification bar and released a sigh of relief when he found her name.

He tapped on it. Even tapping on her name ablazed his thumb.

'I'm good. Thanks.'

A small smile crept on his face.

I know you are. 

Pocketing his phone, he clutched his file and opened his bedroom's door.

Descending down the stairs, his eyes fell on his father who was waiting for him at the table for breakfast. He kissed his forehead while his father smiled at his gesture.

They ate in silence. Not a painful one but a calm one.

'I won't be able to make it to the office today.', he said after dabbing his well sculpted mouth with napkin.