Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 5

I took a sip from my wine glass and swirled it around the rim of the glass before turning to her with a smile. "We're not yet ready, Grandma. We always talk about it. Maybe, at the right time."

"But I'm afraid you're already in menopause once Atlas decides to have a child," Tito jokes. He's a well known judge. One of the most respected servants of the country. Judge Condrad Aguirre.

"Tito. . . Don't joke around like that." I pouted, suppressing a smile.

My aunts laughed, and so did Grandma. Everyone at the table laughed, including me. But I can clearly feel the bitterness in my smile. I know what Atlas wants. He hated having a child with me. He wanted me to take contraceptives. He didn't want something to bloom out of what he's doing to me.

"I'm already saying this, Olive. One Tito starts getting impatient, he'll probably have another child before Atlas and you!" my cousin exclaimed and boomed a laugh.

I shook my head and laughed with them. I remembered Das suddenly. I stole a glance from my wristwatch. I sighed in relief when I saw that I still had time to meet with my father.

"You should hurry, my grandchild. I want to see another cute and cheerful little Olive," Grandma said.

I only smiled at her. I decided not to open my lips and start another topic. I don't know what to say. I don't know how I faced my relatives with a smile and a head held high.

"Do you have a problem, Olive?"

I turned to my grandmother. The both of us are at the veranda, drinking our tea. It's already past seven in the evening but I'm still at Aunt's house. I decided to make the best of the remaining hours because I know that no one waits for me back home.

"Nothing, Grandma. I'm very happy and content," I said softly. I didn't know if I convinced her because she was just looking at me.

"I don't know." She shook her head. "When I look in your eyes, there's something missing, Hija. I loved the glow in your eyes, way back. But it's different now. It's very different."

I didn't mind the noise of the Metro as I drove through the streets filled with the horns of buses and jeepneys and the never ending traffic of EDSA. Everything is normal to me, even the dark parts of the street and the loud sound from comedy bars. It's also a normal sight to see people walking on the pavements and street vendors going around to find customers. It was the true face of the Metro. Crowded and striving.

As I reached the place, I instantly parked my car and headed inside the restaurant. The manager welcomed me and assisted me towards Dad's private room. The resto was cozy, exactly my father's silent aura. I remembered how scared I was to talk whenever we're eating back then with Mom.

I sighed. My heart's clenching whenever I look back in the past. My mother was an old beauty queen titleholder but she died very young. Fifteen years ago, my mother was ambushed by some men who seemed to hate our family.

"That was the room, Ma'am," the manager said. "Mr. Senator is waiting for you inside."

"Thank you," I nodded at him before turning my gaze in front of me. I saw two of Dad's bodyguards guarding the door of the room.

"Good evening." I smiled at them instantly while walking straight to the room. I hired them to guard my father. Even through this, I'd feel less worried about his safety.