Kiss Me Goodbye✔

2.

I dropped my paint brush, seeing as the paint had been exhausted. I huffed out a loud sigh of annoyance. Why the paint had to finish at that particular time that I hoped it could calm me down.

I got off the donkey, and grabbed my phone. I might call my condition at that time pregnancy hormones, but I was thinking, and I did the irrational act. I dialled up Yazid as quickly as I could, pouting even before he picked up. It rang once, twice and on the third, it was picked.

"Yazidd!" I whined into the cell and another voice answered instead of him. There was a slight British accent to it so I was guessing it was either Harry or John.

"Sorry Mrs Amdaz but Mr Amdaz is quite busy at the moment." He told me and I scoffed.

"Well put him on the phone" I spoke in a duh-tone. I wouldn't lie, whenever I got hormonal I acted like a drunk cat.

"He's busy-"

"I need my paint" and I literally started to cry at that instant. I don't know why or how, but I did. So Harry being a good fellow passed the phone over to Yazid.

"Najwa? Is everything alright? Are you hurt? Where is Nadine?" He threw questions at me with a voice filled with concern.

"Y-Yazid..." I sniffled.

"Yes sweetie I'm listening tell me"

"I need new paint right now. I haven't completed my painting and it's just exhausted. Please I need them right now!" I cried out and I could clearly hear him sigh and excuse himself.

"Baby, I'll get the paint for you. Right now I'm in the middle of something very important, and I'm a two hour drive away from home-" I cut him off by me yelling.

"Of course, work is always more important to you than me. I merely asked for paint and you're telling me-"

"Okay, alright. Calm down" he said. "I'll send Harry with the paint now, okay baby?" He told me and I nodded as I he could see me. "Have you eaten now?"

"Yet to. I'll eat when Nadine comes. She's still helping Marie with the food" I informed him.

"Okay, but make sure you eat, and relax okay? I'll be home as soon as I can, love. I love you" he said and ended the call.

He could call me an irritating fight if he liked, but he should also know he should blame the hormones. It wasn't my fault.

Nadine thankfully walked in with a tray of food in her hands. I smiled at her. "Thank you, Nadine"

"You're welcome, Madam. Do you need anything else? Or should I massage your feet?" She asked me and I nodded because honestly, my feet were very sore.

I hopped onto the bed, the bowl of soup I asked for in front of me, and Nadine pressing gently and softly onto my foot.

"I heard Mr Vincent was bringing over his daughter this evening. He's having an argument with his wife as usual." She informed me and I nodded in understanding.

Mr Vincent White was a next door neighbour of ours I had known most of my life. We had developed a very good relationship with him. But he had one problem; the family in general. It seemed as if they were forced to get ,arrived.

Both of them wanting nothing but to get richer, they had little time focusing on their daughter; whom was an absolute angel, I loved her. Kimberly was her name, preferably Kim. They saw her as a burden.

I stared down at Nadine for sometime. She looked exhausted. If I had to describe Nadine, I'd described her as a golden brown skinned girl- visibly tanned with chestnut wavy brown hair. She had ginger brown doe eyes and was naturally petite, about the same height as I was.