Life Is By Choice

 Writer's point of view…

     Felix stared at his phone confused. Tasha really screwed him this morning. She is different from every other girl he has come across.

  She seems not to like him and she just made it clear which is kind of confusing. Girls literally love him because of his looks.

  Yesterday at the ice cream shop, when she walked away nonchalantly without glancing his way despite ladies, old and young gushing over him, he knew he was going to go after her.

   "I like already"

He said and stood up then stretched himself up. He did not believe he just received a lash from a lady instead of the other round,

  "So they are people who doesn't fancy me?"

He thought smiling.

  That's new to him because since he was a child, he has not really had friends based on what he can offer but his looks and it sicken him whenever he thinks he might die not having a real friend.

   Boys even crushes on him and many have asked him out severally, sure gay relationship has been legalized but then he is not in for relationship between same sex.

  "What the heck do those people think of engaging with themselves?"

He spat angrily and placed his feet on the floor while a maid entered carrying a bedspread.

  She bowed and smile shyly,

"Good morning Sir Shylin, hope you slept well?"

   "I did Mona, thank you. You can keep the bedspread, I will take care of it and again, start knocking"

Mona, the maid did not say a word and dropped the bedspread then left.

   Felix sighed and thought of how normal he behaves despite the wealth and the affluence controlled by his family.

  The Shylin family can be mistaken as any other average family in town because of their modesty. Who would've thought Mrs Shylin would run an ice cream shop when she practically sits on money, she is not doing it because of money rather having the confidence of being in contact with the outside world which practically will expend her life span.

  She has always said that a hand lent out can add a year to your life span and that has driven her to do more than sell the ice cream which her family has no issue with. Well every success story has a little beginning, wait until you know how they started.

  Life is by choice and lived by choice.

    Felix's bedroom has the look of every teenage boy except that he is not every teenage boy, he is just Felix Shylin, the boy with the look of a demigod.

  The room is spacious enough with his huge bed in the bed and a big portrait of him hanging close to the door and his master's closet way down the north wing. The wall is painted white giving this room a bright look given that he is a lover of dark colors.

   Lazily and unbothered he want back to bed.

*****

    Jenny woke up startled,her breath hitched and she wondered why she would wake up in such a manner.

  "Did Owen come in last night?"

She asked herself,

"No!"

She sprints out of bed and ran out of the room towards his bedroom even when she knows he did not get in last night, she just wants to confirm.

  With a pounding heart, she clutched his door handle and opened it.

The room looked so empty like a life had not lived there. The bed looked unlaid, she looked around and noticed something was not right with the room. 

  She figured out what it is in a minute,

"He left but why?"

She was confused, 

  "Yesterday he came home and said I should get back with Zain and he left, what could have happened at the hospital?"

   She was not going to get an answer expect he asked Owen who is not there and she doesn't know when she will see him again and again, Susan who is at the hospital and she can't even go to the hospital because of her allergy and Zain has no idea what is going on like Owen said or does he?

   Her heart skipped several beats and she clutched the bed frame trying to steady herself.

  "What's all these?"

She wondered sitting down,

Is everything alright, why am I feeling this way? What could have gone wrong? Is Susan okay?"

   She had questions chinning up in her head with no answer to any one.

   Her body can only behave this way if there is something wrong somewhere, last time she felt like this was the day her dad died.

   "Is mom okay?"

She asked her again then managed to stand up and headed to her room.