Conversation [3]

As Liam took the week off and Michel is almost in his old apartment he had an idea of tripping over the weekend as he swear to himself that he will spent his golden time with his 'love'. The metro was five minutes late as Rose fell asleep and he wrapped the velvet coat around her.

Michel sat on the outside bench of the hospital as he waited for two hours. 'what was taking her long?' his mind went blank when he asked himself. Was he already worrying about her? This is bad. She is a trouble if he puts it like that.

The doctor came by wearing the head cap and the mask as he slipped open his gloves and breath a sharp air and spoke "she isn't pregnant. She was having a stomach ache of not eating proper nutritious food. I have prescribed her some medicines she should take those after two meals. It can effect if she eats thrice a day after meal."

"That's new to me. But, thanks Ploto. I have some favour to ask" Michel eyes were calm and tension free.

"Go on. You are my closest friend you know that."

"I wanted to ask you something about the report of her state will you be able to conclude that?"

Ploto's brows drawed in as he nodded "it won't be a problem. I will tell my assistant to look after it."

"Yeah thanks." As he shaked his hand with Ploto he stepped into the room where Erica was caught crying. Her nose were red and so was her eyes. She sniffed and tried to hide her pale face.

"Was all that effort you put up was to make me worry?" Michel asked while clenching his fist almost losing the blood in it.

She shook her head as her eyes were widened and was triggered with the word 'trigger'. She wasn't trying to make him silly worry or anything. "I wasn't"

"I see. So you still have the nerve to talk back?"

"I don't. I will leave now." As she stood wearing the paitent robe and her eyes met him. His face was calm as he took few steps to her "don't you dare in this condition"

"Why? It doesn't make you feel pity on me for a bit" she clenched her stomach while speaking in one breath as her eyes began to flow like a waterfall.

Michel stoned there with his fist hand as he relaxed it but and with a soft tone he looked at her and said "sorry. I feel I'm forcing you to live. But, tell me what is happening to you? Are you still going to the hostel? With this condition? Crying and bubbling with anger?"

She forced her eyes to clear the view of her as she was seeing all things blur out of her. She bit her lip almost at the point of running away from him.

"Doctor said you weren't pregnant. Erica wasn't sure about her health...huh?" Michel looked at her. She was taken aback with a slight shock.

"Sir, please allow us to show you this room it is having a system of sauna steam and the sound of the beautiful sky." As the lady said with a decent smile on. Liam was tired of driving all day and so was Rose.

Her eyes were small with sleep as she threw her shocks and heels which landed on the mattress. Liam took off his coat and wiped his body and face with a wet towel when he saw that Rose already changed her outfit in a blue and white pajama pants and shirt and passed away on the bed.

Liam sat by her as he admired her childish position and smirked when she made a sweet little groan into her sleep. The ding of his cellphone made him take his hand back to his thigh. He glanced as a short message was seen on his screen.

'the assistant manager is on vacation and he expects you to make a call with him. He is allowing to go around while you kill his guards. From- Karla Huston.' he was careless and didn't even looked at the message and thought of typing with his big and slender fingers.

The 'OK' word sounded so cold as if he was never happened to be afraid about anything. That's exactly what's a detective do. They draws in the suspension to themselves and when the fly comes and sits over they shove it down to their stomach bidding them a happy death.

"Speak up? You daring bitch. How could you toy with me?" Michel was boiling with anger and was ready to tower over her and make her cry to death.

Her eyes felt soft and sore with water as she gulped in the saliva before speaking those broken words "I am sorry. I was just running from my fiance."

"What? What in the heavens. Your fiance? The girl who was naked….. I mean who was just with me day before that is going to marry some other choosy guy?" Michel stepped forward and took her into his hands.

"That is a forceful marriage." Erica said. Now she have said it. There is no running or hiding. Her chest was washing the truth out of her heart. The pain in her body was nothing compared to what's inside her heart.

"Who is making you marry anyway? And who's going to be?" Michel moved in too much. Facing her little angel like face. He disgustfuly made himself wait to listen to a clear information.

"The hostel owner. Mari, she sent me to make baby with him. Who was a nobel person and he shoved me off the street. He made it clear few days ago that he wants me to be nurturing his kids. But….."

"I understand. The. It's better if you go off to her. I am far from taking any risk." He relaxed her arm and walked passed by her. Erica was in a shock too.