CHAPTER THREE, UNWANTED VISITOR

 

Mylar came out of her room to stretch a little after sleeping for so long, her entire body was aching. She was about to go back inside to get analgesics when she heard the usually harsh voice sounding sweet. She thought her ears were paining her as well until she turned around, behind her stood her grumpy and annoying landlady with a smile on her face, her smile was rather creepy than friendly.

"Good morning Mylar, how was your night?" she asked.

Mylar ignored her and turned around to quickly go back into her room.

"Mylar? I am so sorry for all that I have been doing to you. I did all of that because I was greedy and wanted money at all costs, you shouldn't blame me." She said to Mylar with a sad face.

Mylar turned back towards her with a smile and asked.

"Who should I blame then?"

Huh!! The landlady said as she didn't hear what Mylar said.

"You don't have to explain, I have forgotten about it," Mylar said quickly and went back to her room.

Camilo dove into his dad's Mansion, he got down from his car and walked in hurriedly.

Mr. Julian Wylder was seated in his study room going through some files when his son barged in. He looked up quickly at Camilo who was looking all puffed up and upset.

"You must surely have a good reason for barging in like that?" Mr Julian said to him disgusted by Camilo's impudence. He then put down the files he was holding.

Camilo sat down and apologized to his dad, and then he quickly said what he came for.

"Dad, I came here to report Elio to you. I thought you stopped him from coming into the office but he was here today and was acting all self-important before me." Camilo complained bitterly.

Mr. Julian started laughing hysterically, he couldn't control his laughter. He couldn't believe how stupid his son was.

Camilo watched painfully at how his dad was deriding him. Mr. Julian stopped laughing and denounced Camilo harshly.

"Are you that stupid? You can't handle your baby brother on your own and you are here to complain. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Camilo looked down, he felt hurt and also looked like a big idiot before his dad.

Mr. Julian said to Camilo corroborating Elio.

"Now listen to me, today I strongly support your little brother. If you can't handle your brother by yourself, how do you expect to handle so many businesses and properties? Sometimes when I look at you, I can't help but think that you are a bastard and not my son."

Then he pointed to the door and said.

"Go, get out. Go and solve your problem, be a man."

Camilo got up and walked to the door, while Mr Julian got back to what he was doing.

After leaving his dad's study, Camilo was despondent. He went to the garden and sat there thinking. For over eighteen years now, he had obeyed all his dad's orders starting from how to sit, eat, talk to people, and also how to behave. And today, his dad paid up his loyalty, obedience, and love by outrightly calling him a bastard because of Elio, a son who didn't care about what his dad wanted.

He was wiping off the tears on his face when his mom arrived at the garden.

"Are you okay?" She asked and sat down next to him on the grass. She cupped his face in her two hands and brought it before her and then, she landed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I am fine," Camilo replied with a false smile on his face.

She understood that he was lying and tried to make him tell her what was wrong but he wouldn't. She gave up after a while and then asked him.

"Do you want to come inside and have a cup of tea mixed with a little honey with me like old times?" She asked with a smile.

"No. I don't feel like it." He replied showing his disinclination.

She nodded, got up, and left him alone in his misery.

Two months later, Mylar got to work late and sneaked in trying to avoid Ozzy. If he finds out then her salary will be cut and she doesn't want that. She walked inside with her back turned to the door, looking around to make sure he hadn't seen her. Unfortunately for her, he was right there in the changing room with some other girls, when she turned around after breathing a sigh of relief, they came face to face with each other, Mylar gulped down and became slightly disquieted.

"Were you trying to sneak in without me knowing or are you perhaps hiding from someone?" He asked even though he already knew the answer to the question.

"I am sorry Ozzy, I overslept." Mylar apologize with folded hands. Ozzy said to her shaking his head.

"The others were just telling me how you've been coming late to work these past two weeks and you give them the same excuse every time you get caught."

"Look, Ozzy, even though I don't know why I have been oversleeping these past few weeks, it just keeps happening, please kindly forgive me." Mylar apologizes.

Ozzy went out of the room after saying this to Mylar.

"I can't forgive you today, I will have to take out of your salary." Mylar who was already crying went after him in tears and tried to convince him.

"Please Ozzy, you can't do this to me. I am barely surviving with the money you are giving me, I am also trying to pay you all the money I owe and the one for my freedom. Please don't cut this month's pay, I won't be able to survive, please Ozzy." He ignored her and went on his way, she kept following him and pleading with him.

"Ozzy please listen to me, I won't be able to survive without money. Ozzy, please listen." She was feeling dizzy and exhausted from following him around, it was unlike her. She was a strong and healthy woman who can not be easily debilitated.

Ozzy walked on ignoring her plea, he suddenly heard a loud uproar from behind him and when he turned, Mylar was lying on the floor and all the girls in the club who saw her faint surrounded her. They kept shouting at her to wake up, Vida was shaking her friend as if that would wake her up, they were all confused.