The Runaway Lover by Kyzyl Mhy (best classic books of all time .TXT) 📗

Chapter Six (Part 1)

Chapter Six 

 

I was in the middle of flipping the pages and reading Yohann’s favorite bedtime story when I noticed that he already dozed off to dreamland. He usually stays awake and asks for another story, but I guess he got a little exhausted from playing with his friends. 

Back in the US, he usually plays alone most of the time except when Jairo, Jasper and Heart’s son, come to visit us during holidays. 

I smiled after planting a kiss on my son’s forehead as I tuck him in before I slowly stood up to get some air on the balcony.  

The night sky was beautiful as usual. There were a lot of twinkling stars and the big moon seemed to be at its finest glow. I then hugged myself when the cold night breeze kissed my skin.  

Mariage... 

I released a sigh when I heard his voice in my thoughts – I was again reminded about the predicament that I was stuck in. Among all the things in the world, why would a man like him ask for something like that? 

There’s nothing wrong about a man asking for marriage, but based on how I perceive him to be, I think it would be more justifiable if he asked for something like sex – not that I’m judging him, but he really does look like a non-committal-fuck-and-go type of guy. 

Oh, dear... I hope my son does not take after that side of his father if ever he really is the type of person whom I perceive to be. 

Thoughts were filling in my mind to the point that I almost drifted to another world, but luckily, I managed to break free from the cloud of thoughts when I heard my phone ring. I was quick to attend – afraid that it might wake my sleeping son. 

Unknown number calling... 

My brows furrowed as I tried to think of someone who would call at this late hour. I had second thoughts if I would answer it, but I still ended up pressing the green button before I held my phone to my ear. 

I was instantly greeted by what seemed like the kind of music you hear at pubs, then someone spoke from the other line. 

“Hello? Is this Mr. Romanov’s wife?” The voice spoke. 

Wife? Since when did I become someone’s wife? And who on Earth is this Mr. Romanov? 

“I’m sorry but I think you dialed the wrong number,” I replied. 

“Look ma’am I get that you have quarreled with your husband but he badly needs you right now.” The person responded.  

“You’re obviously mistaken! I am not married to anyone.” 

I did my best to explain my side but the more I defended the more he thought that I was messing with him. 

“Oh, for Pete's sake! You’re the one who’s listed as this ‘person to contact in case of emergency’! So, you must at least have something with this man!” The voice said. 

I sighed.  

“Fine. Where is this ‘husband’ of mine, right now?” 

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Tina was wearing nothing but her sleeping wear underneath her trench coat when she went out of the taxi and stared at the high-end pub that stood in front of her. She still can’t believe that she really brought herself here after having that stressful call with whom she believes is one of the employees. 

She then takes a deep breath before walking towards the entrance, surprisingly the guard did not ask her a single question – he just let her in like as if he knew her. 

The smell of cigarette smoke and liquor greeted her along with the loud music and a handful of people.  

Now, where am I supposed to find this ‘husband’ of mine? She thought as she walked her way in between the crowd to approach the bar counter. 

“Uhm... hello, I came here for Mr. Romanov.” She said the moment she reached the bar table. 

“Oh! You mean your husband?” The bartender replied. 

Tina just sighed and nodded. There’s no use in explaining anyway – he did not believe her a while ago, so why would she expect him to believe her now? 

“His belongings are all intact man... all you have to do is get him home.” The bartender said. “We’ve been trying to do it for the past hour, but he continues to refuse.” He added. 

The bartender then walked out from his post and guided Tina towards the near table where Mr. Romanov was. It was dim and the only source of light was none other than the blinking and colorful disco lights. The man was sitting on the chair with his head leaned back and his eyes close. He was wearing a decent attire but the first few buttons of his dark dress shirt were undone and his necktie was loose as his coat rested on his lap. 

Tina’s eyes widened in surprise when she realized who that person was. It is none other than the nameless stranger whom she had slept with. For a moment she stood frozen in her spot – not knowing what to do to the man.  

Is he still breathing? 

At some point, she thought of just leaving the man alone and going back home, but her conscience did not allow her to do so, so she ended up walking towards the man to wake him up. 

“Hey...” She called as she lightly tapped his shoulder. 

“Have you fallen asleep already?” 

“You’re still alive, right?” She asked but she did not receive any response from him. 

She sighed as she picked the man’s coat. She obviously could not carry nor drag this man out herself so she asked someone to help her. 

“I really do not understand why people drown themselves in liquor.” Tina rolled her eyes as she opened the taxi door to allow the bouncer to load the wasted Felix in.  

“Where are we headed to ma’am?” asked the taxi driver the moment she got in. 

She was about to say her address, but then she realized that she could not afford to bring a drunken man to his brother’s house. He’ll definitely go ballistic.  Tina’s eyes slowly shifted to the business coat that she was holding, then she carefully searched the pockets for a card of something. She was very fortunate to have seen his wallet. She then took a card out and looked for an address. 

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