You don't move out as you want.

*At the Beach*

“And...he screamed.”

“I told you-” Nina says.

“Nope. Don't sound like my mom right now.”

“I'm not done. Like-I can't believe you still went along and approached Jamal.”

“Please, Nina, it was three days ago. I'm not done either. Listen to me first, then, we can conclude.”

Patricia breaks in. “Let me guess-”

Myla stops her. “You're not spoiling this.”

Patricia seals her mouth, leaning against her wooden chair.

“Well, I thought about it all night. And then, at dawn, I-will say...things went out of hand.”

They wait anxiously for her to say the final words.

“I tried something crazy with him.” she takes up her lemonade, and sips through a straw.

A smile graces the faces of both women, and they look at each other knowingly.

“Your still not getting to the point.” Nina, teases.

“Common, you know what I mean. He's been a whole different, since after we stepped into this house. I won't lie to you. I secretly love this side of him!”

“Not a secret anymore if you're telling us.” Patricia winks.

“Yeah, but it remains a secret to everyone else.”

“Making things clearer, you broke your own rule of not using condoms, and it went even crazier... You tasted that shit.”

They laugh, and Nina blocks her hearing.

Nina brings her gaze to the young lady. “What type of sister are you?”

Myla chuckles, and asks, “Besides, how's Benjamin?”

“He left to England, yesterday, so I'm lonely, again.”

The two ladies look at her remorsefully. “Do you agree with him leaving always, and returning, while you've chosen to stay here with mom?”

She looks at Myla. “He doesn't seem to complain. Should I be bordered?”

Myla looks at Nina, who is already staring back, and they return their gazes to Patricia.

Nina says, “Gurl, he can't just be ok. You should find out, why. If he cares for you, he'd stay here with you. If he really has to leave, he'll tell you about it, and ask you to come with him. But saying nothing...”

Myla ends her statement, “Is a big prob.”

“Just look into Jamal. You've been with him for so long, and know what has been his main problem from day one, after telling him about the contract.”

“Jamal didn't want me to leave, if not that I choosed to pursue my acting career. He refused, flatly, but I stood on what I wanted, and after he was tired of his pride, he came back for me. He didn't pretend things were ok, when they weren't. It's dangerous not to know what Benjamin is thinking. His state of mind should be your target.”

Patricia is speechlessly staring at the beach, her eyes squinting due to the sun's radiation above her hat.

“I think it'd be great, if y'all talk about it.” Nina tells and Patricia brings her head to her nodding.

Nina gasps out of a sudden, holding her stomach.

“The baby?” Patricia worries.

Nina laughs. “It just shook.”

Myla places her hand on Nina's stomach. “Take it easy there.”

They chortle, and she takes her hands off.

“Someday, I will do that to my nephew. Can't wait.”

“Did you just say Nephew?” Nina gasps, then looks at Myla. “You'd give birth to a prince. The only heir to Jamal's throne.”

Myla rolls her eyes. “Quit playing. I'm still on birth control.”

“That's what you said about not using condoms. I wonder what's going to happen next.” Patricia analysis.

“I know what's going to happen next. They'll make out somewhere, and forget to put on that thing. That's how she'd get pregnant.” Nina says.

“I forbid. That's not going to happen.”

Myla's phone dings, and she looks at it, chuckling.

“How the f-ck did-”

Nina asks. “What's wrong?

Myla stares at her environment. “Jamal is prying on me.”

“He said that?” Patricia chuckles out her question.

“Yeah? He says he's around with Amid.”

Another message dings in, and she reads to herself.

*Why didn't you invite us with you guys?*

She laughs and responds.

*It's a girl's outing. Besides, how did you find us?*

*I find whosoever I wish to.*

Myla furrows her eyebrows, peeking around again, if she can see him.

“What is he saying?” Nina inclines.

A new message enters her inbox.

*We are coming.*

“He says, they are coming.”

Myla doesn't answer back as she keeps her phone down and looks at the ladies speechlessly.

“Let's watch.”

“And there they are!” Patricia exclaims, gawking at three men approaching their side.

Nina's eyes bulge at the sight of her husband.

“Did you leave out the space telling my husband will be coming, too?”

Myla follows her gaze to them, and her first eye contact is on Jamal. He winks at her and she rolls her head back to it's normal posture, sipping her drink as if nothing is going on.

They come to a stop at their feet. Michal stoops to kiss his wife, and settles next to her.

Amid finds his own seat next to Patricia, and though they aren't together, she grips his arm, resting her head on it.

“At least I'm not alone anymore.”

Jamal questions, casually. “He broke up with you?”

Patricia frowns. “Noo! He just needed to return to england.”

Jamal chuckles. “Oh. You think? Hope I don't see his face again. Because, I'm going to upstruck it.”

Myla speaks, “Jamal! She likes him, stop saying that.”

Jamal stoops and whispers something to her hears, before pecking her lips.

“Common, let's get out of here.”

“But-”

“Now! We need to talk.”

She stands and they walk out towards a black car. People just stare at them, admirably, but no one gets close.

Jamal opens the door for her, and she gets in. He rounds it to sit on the driver's seat, while she queries her mind about why they are here.

Once he's in, he exhales heavily, and looks at his wife. “You need to understand this as my wife.”

She blinks her eyes, as a nervous habit, or something unbelievable.

“You don't move out as you like. It's dangerous. Well, I came here to distract your friends, so I can take you home. Amid will take care of Patricia, and Michal, his wife.”

Myla is still confused.

“Why? We were in the private sector. Can't I chill out, once in a blue moon?”

“You can chill out, at home. That's why I bought you a big house.”

“Home is not out. It's... different.”

“I misplaced the house plan, by the way. Did you come across it?”

She looks away. “I didn't. You can ask Ms. Cristina for another copy.”

“Good idea.”

He scrolls down his phone for a bit, while Myla just takes this moment to look around for the last time, till she doesn't know when next.

Jamal expects Myla to know that with the position he is, anyone can get through him, if they get to her.

Not to talk about the life he leaved in the past, which he still hasn't sort some things out. But he'd never tell her this.

“I just sent her a message. Waiting for a feedback.”

She looks over at him as he begins to ride them out, and an inquiry gets into her thoughts.

“Why don't you tell her about it?”

His brows come together. “Tell her, what and to whom?”

“What you whispered to me earlier. If you truly suspect him about it, then confront her about it.”

“I don't suspect, I know.”

Myla thinks for a more than a second, and her brows crane. “Did you...ask Amid to spy on him, Jamal?”

He looks at her through the rare view, and back at the drive way.

Myla gets the answer to her own question. “I can't believe you! How could you? She's your little sister, not... an inmate.”

“I didn't do what you're accusing me of. But I must protect her. That's all you need to know.”

“What do you even mean? Earlier you seem to know so much about this guy. And now, you act not guilty. Let her get there first, to be sure about what is truly going on, before she chooses not to be with him. After all, she's grown up to make her own decisions, don't you think?”

“No, I don't.”

Myla sighs, and looks through the window. “Great. Just great, for me to have brought this up.”

He looks at his wife again, and shakes his head.

To be continued...