CHAPTER FIFTEEN, MEMORIES

 

"Nice to meet you, Vida," Trina said and stretched her hand for a handshake, she was feeling a little bit intimidated by Vida now after how Elio introduced Vida with the same smile he always had on whenever he introduced her back then. She indeed had to be intimidated, because even when it came to beauty, Vida was far more beautiful than she, and Vida's blue gown blended perfectly with her shiny brown skin, she looked remarkably dashing tonight.

"Nice to meet you too," Vida replied with a smile after the handshake. They started talking about Elio's company and the tension between them elapsed.

"Sir, there's a call for you." A young staff of the Wylder Mansion came to inform Mr. Julian as he stood talking to some of his guests.

"I will be right back." He informed the guests and went along with the staff, Mrs. Isabella watched slyly as Mr. Julian went away.

"I am sure that he wasn't able to do a proper job." Mrs. Isabella thought to herself, then she smiled and sipped her wine with her leg crossed.

"Hello." Mr. Julian said calmly into the landline.

"Julian, what did I do to you?" The hoarse voice on the other end said to him.

"What do you mean? Who the hell is this?" Mr Julian said a bit angry now. He didn't like it when random people call him and also when they don't go straight to the point.

"Why did you send some people to kill me? After all the things I did for your sake, you still dared to do that to me." The man said, his voice sounding a little sad.

Hahahaha!!! Mr. Julian laughed hysterically, the man on the other end waited patiently for him to finish laughing before he said to him.

"Oh, you think I am a joke. Now watch what this joke does to you."

"You are threatening me, Garcia. If you have survived up till now, it's because I am not ready to end your useless life but if you dare to even make a tiny move to expose me, your entire family will be moaned and then I will come and shoot you myself." Mr. Julian said replying to his threat with his threat and he dropped the phone. Then he stood watching himself in the glass on his study wall with a smile on his face.

People stayed until late in the night enjoying the wonderful view of the house and the constant entertainment provided. Mylar got so tired from the boring music and noiseless atmosphere, she wasn't used to such, she preferred the booming club, crazy dancing boys and girls not afraid to talk to themselves up close. Vida also felt the same way, she was feeling suffocated by the weird people, boring ballroom dance, and stupid toasts. Elio despite being born into a rich family was also feeling the way they did, he wished he could just escape and go somewhere else but his dad would give him a ridiculous emotional speech.

When the wedding finally came to an end, the three heaved sighs of relief, they were finally free from total suffocation.

"Mylar, I will get going now," Vida informed Mylar and she picked up her coat as she got up.

"Already? I thought you would like to spend more time with me." Mylar said looking a bit sad.

Vida pushed her lips forward in a cute sad way at her friend's words and then said.

"I am sorry but I have to leave, you know I still have to go to the club tonight. We are forced to come two hours earlier unlike before."

"Why do you think Ozzy asked you to do that?" Mylar asked feeling a bit concerned. Vida thought of it and replied Mylar.

"I don't know but I have a feeling that he's hiding something. I saw a few guys come into the club three days ago and one of them pointed a gun at Ozzy while talking to him, I think his club's going bankrupt." Vida saw a bit of sadness on Mylar's face and said to her.

"You shouldn't feel pity for him, you know he deserves to suffer." Mylar smiled.

"I am not thinking about him but about you. What would possibly do without that job and you don't even have a degree." Vida felt happy to see that her friend was concerned about her, she thought that after living a few days here, Mylar would change into a completely different person. She went close to Mylar and hugged her.

"You don't have to worry too much, I will be fine by God's grace and in Jesus' name," Vida said as she whispered into Mylar's ears.

Ahh!!! He yelled whenever she touched a place that hurt.

"Will you stop it already, I haven't even done anything and you are already screaming like a child," Mylar said angrily and Camilo replied to her.

"You think I am pretending, then fall from the bed, and let's see how you endure when I put such peppery ointment on your body." Mylar dropped the ointment on the floor.

"You know what, instead of being named Camilo, you should have been named Princess instead. Because you act like a fragile little princess." Camilo chuckled because of what she said, Mylar watched in amusement and thought to herself.

"So Camilo Wylder can smile in a conversation."

"Mom used to call me that when I was still quite small, she said she wished to have a daughter but I can be her daughter," Camilo said smiling, then his smile suddenly disappeared.

"Mom." He whispered and became serious again. Mylar watched him with great concern, what could make a son despise a mother who did everything for him?

"Ummm, thanks for applying the ointment." He said quietly as if he didn't want anyone to hear him and went back to sleep on the bed after arranging pillows in the middle, Mylar also went to bed and after just three seconds, Camilo noticed that she was already fast asleep.

The next morning, Mylar's ringing phone woke her up, Camilo wasn't on the bed when she got up.

"He must have gone for his morning exercise." She said and picked up the call as the phone rang again. It was Vida, she was calling to ask if she could come and visit Mylar today. She sounded quite upset and Mylar prayed and hoped that all would be well. She took her bath and went out, none of the family members were in the sitting room so she decided to go outside and wait for Vida who told her that she would be there in a while because she was already on her way. Mylar stood outside waiting patiently for Vida when she saw a young man approaching the gate. When he got there, he greeted her and went to the mailbox.