II. Eliz's Ghost.

*The wedded stranger.*

Kim: How can you assign someone to cook for us when I'm here? I didn't tell you my mom didn't bring me up rightfully. I know my rights as a wife so you'd need to tell that woman to leave.

Chris walks up to her.

Chris: Someone is being a good wife. Thanks a lot but I won't let you do that. I don't trust your cooking skills. And besides you're my wife. I don't want you to stress.

Kim: Excuse me? You've never tasted my food. How do you know I can't cook if you don't even give me a chance?

He looks at her for more than a second.

Chris: Because you look so . . . soft. And that's why someone will be coming to train you on how to be fit.

She frowns and he smiles then walks past her out of their room.

She follows.

Kim: I don't need any training! Stop toasting me around. And I don't want any woman in my house!

Kim shrugs upon seeing an elegant lady standing by the main door.

Chris walks to her and shakes his head.

Chris: Tasha I'm sorry you had to hear that.

Tasha: Is she always like this?

Chris: That's why I summoned you here. I trust you for this.

Kim's brows knit.

Kim: Who's she? Your girlfriend?

Tasha raises her fonts and Chris sends an apologetic gaze towards her.

Chris: She's the lady I said will be here to train you. You better take to her instructions. And control your mouth.

Mrs. Terraria walks from the kitchen to where they are.

Chris walks to her and kisses her cheeks. Kim's jaws fall at that sight.

Mrs. Terraria: Living so early? Breakfast is ready.

Chris: I'm sorry grany. I have business to run up.

Kim: Grany?

Chris faces his wife.

Chris: Yeah, Grany. She's been a long time cook for our family. I couldn't find anyone matching up to her that's why she's here.

Kim feels somewhat embarrassed for the way she talked to her earlier.

Kim: I'm sorry Mrs. Terraria. I didn't mean to disrespect you. It's just-

Mrs. Terraria: It's ok child. I understand.

Chris is amazed by his wife. But he needs to go now.

Chris: I should leave.

Kim: You need to have your breakfast Chris. I wouldn't be responsible for anything that'd happen to you.

He kisses the crown of her head.

Chris: I'm fine. Just don't be a headache to Tasha.

Tasha stares at her disorientatedly and goes after Chris who walks out.

Tasha: Can I have a word with you?

Chris nods and they charter out.

Kim is still frozen by what her husband did. Mrs. Terraria stands in front of her and she is startled.

Mrs. Terraria: You can come and have your breakfast.

Kim nods.

Kim: But I need to have my bath. I'd be back after some minutes.

She hurries up to her room while Mrs Terraria watches her in amusement.

*Out of the house.*

Tasha: We found their boss. He's not far.

Chris: Don't do anything. I'd deal with him myself.

She nods and gets back into the house. Chris climbs into his lamborghini aventador.

He presses on a button in the front seat and someone speaks.

A voice: Your order Sir?

Chris: Cancel all my schedules tonight. I need a new ticket.

A voice: But Sir-

Chris: Do it!

A voice: Ok Sir.

...

It's a break for the cast and everyone is having a nice time in the landscape where they lunched.

There's a pool side below the building and all of them are settled there discussing.

“Common. Just get into the pool already.” Leonel keeps insisting and Caterina rolls her eyes.

“Let her be. She's not fun with walking in water naked. Except her husband by her.”

Myla sighs. Since the start of this project they keep referring to her as Jamal's wife.

Jamal comes from within the house with package in his hand.

He's wearing a grey pair of short and a white t-shirt.

From the moment she saw the six pack protruding from his body she can't keep eye contact with him except during the film.

She doubts what else is awaiting her.

“Son! Thanks for joining us. We were just talking about your wife refusing to get into the water because you were not here.”

“Oh. I'm sorry kitty. We can get into the water later but right now you need to have this.” he plays along handing to her a sealed bowl.

Caterina just smirks as she watches them.

Myla frowns and receives it. “What is?”

He settles next to her. “Open it and see for yourself.”

She looks at him hesitantly then opens the bowl. It is filled with her favorite receipt.

“Where did you get this?” She asks, her eyes glowing.

“I didn't get it. I made it.”

Caterina lifts her eyebrows. “You made what? Let me see.” she cranes her neck to peek in.

Myla stares at him unbelievably. “Your kidding right?”

He sends his hand to have it back and she pulls it away. “Thank you buddy.”

He ices for a second. What did she just call him? Caterina pulls back with a playful smile on her face. “I thought you well son.”

Myla chuckles and he chortles faintly.

She's so excited that she doesn't apprehend what she said.

“Yeah. You're welcome.” he responds absentmindedly after a short time.

...

*The wedded stranger*

Chris jumps out of his car and walks towards an expensive blog.

The entrance of this blog is shielded by two tall and huge men with dark glasses.

He stands in front of them and shows an ID. They nod before he gets in.

At the main corridor of the blog, some women with strings and long high heels stare at him lustfully.

He doesn't loose focus as he walks into an open room where music boombads the four walls of the house.

Naked women dance against silver poles. Men being touchy, Drug dealers, drunk addict and folks inhaling weed and all sort of cocaine.

Chris strolls towards a man seated on a brown couch. A group of women massage him while some men surrounding the area.

He appears in their mist and sinks on a chair.

The man freezes at his sights of Chris.

Chris: (Smiling) Surprise?

His boys try to attack but their boss holds back.

Chris Chuckles and leans into the chair staring over at their boss.

Chris: (Coldly) I warned you to decline their offer.

Their boss: How did you find me?

Chris: That's not important. We had a deal. And I hate to be disobeyed.

Their boss smirks and picks up his cocaine. He sniffs it then hangs his head, laughing crazily.

He smacks his fingers in the air and some ladies draw near Chris.

They snake their hands against his torso from over his shoulder and he sends them imaginary bullets with his gaze.

They shift back in embarrassment.

Their boss adjust himself. He makes a non-verbal communication with his eyes towards his men and Chris catches it.

Their boss: It's either you accept my ladies or you get the fuck outta here! Choose wisely.

Chris sighs and seats upright, his hands resting on either side of his knees.

Chris: You have limited time to take back what you just said.

There is a long moment of silence before their boss nods. As soon as his men send out their arms, Chris holds two of them by their necks and bam their heads together.

He takes out his gun from within his pants. One short for a man on his left and another for two men on his right.

Their boss try to escape and Chris makes hold of a glass bottle which he hurls it towards his direction. It lands against his head and he falls on his knees.

A guy pelts towards Chris' direction to fight him. Chris holds his arm and carries him over his shoulder, throwing him unto a breakable table which shatters into pieces.

Women cream their way out while Chris matches towards the man who's struggling to crawl away.

Some fellas keep their distance because of fear.

When Chris approaches the wounded man, he jerks him by his hair. He groans in pain and Chris trust his head against a metal.

Chris: Does it hurt?

He doesn't respond so Chris unlatches him and whispers into his ears.

Chris: Watch this place burn down.

He walks away and the man Scream from over his shoulder. Blabbering about who cares.

Chris makes his way out of the blog and a portion of it goes on fire.

He slides into his car. And the police make their way here after he flew away.

...

“Latif.” A sharp voice calls and Latif spins over the bed.

“Latif.” the still voice is heard again and she shakes, her eyes tightly closed.

“Latif!” a louder echoe causes Latif to spring up from bed. She breaths out heavily.

Her body is once again soaked with sweat just as last time. She looks around as tremor takes over her.

“Who are you?” She questions and only curtains moving up and down with a strong wind accompanying it, can be felt.

Then a voice breaks out. “You killed me! Now is your turn!”

Latif panics as she tries to search her mind. Who did she kill? Eliz!

She screams. “Leave me alone! I have nothing to do with you!”

The voice screams again. “You must die!”

“No. No. No! No! I-I can't die. You-you are dead. T-this is a dream. Stay away from me!”

“You murdered me. I must revenge! Hahahah”

Latif holds her head and closes her eyes, sobbing. “Noooo!”

The door opens and the light is turned on. She quickly directs her gaze to the door and sees her mom approaching.

“Latif? What's wrong with you?”

She jumps out of the bed and falls in her mother's arms.

“Mom. Mom. Eliz is here.”

Mrs. Kesh frowns. “Why say so? She can't be here. It must be a dream.”

Latif shakes her head. “No mom. I-I heard her speak. It was her. It was Eliz. She said she'd revenge. An-And that I will die. She-wants to kill me. Mom don't leave me. Please stay here.”

Her mom strokes her head, assuring. “I won't go anywhere. But you need to take hold of yourself. She's dead so she can't kill you. Except you believe in ghosts? You don't believe in ghosts do you?”

She cries. “I don't-I don't know mom. I don't know what to believe. Just stay here with me. Please. Mamma . . .”

“Shuush. That's ok. I'm right here.” Mrs. Kesh robes her daughter's back while peeking around to make sure there's really no one around.

To be continued...