I had already walked to pass them, but Randle started crying again when he saw Randall. What am I going to do with him? What if Randall continues to believe that Randle is his son?
“Daddy!!!” He was just crying and wanted to go with Randall. Randall averted his gaze from my son. Will I be hurt by what he did? I am the one who keeps my son away from him. I couldn’t leave because Randle was now holding Randall’s shoulder.
When I looked at Charlotte, I saw her smiling as she gazed at me. I just want to control my temper, however, I lose it and anger surrounds me because of her smile. In her smiles, she seemed to be feeling the victory. I wanted to avoid Randle from his father, but I didn’t think that Charlotte alone would be the reason why my plan would be ruined.
I let go of Randle and let him go to Randall. Randall looked at me in surprise as I looked at Charlotte. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow at her. I’m a good person, but I don’t want to lose my patience, especially when I’m being teased because I’m quick to get upset.
“Randle, we need to go home. The bottles and your milk are not here, and the house is dirty. Let’s go. It looks like your daddy is busy too.” I raised an eyebrow as I said that while facing Charlotte. The shock in Charlotte’s eyes could not hide. Randall’s stiffness was obvious to me as well. I fling my hair in front of Charlotte to show I had won.
I turn to Randall and get Randle looking at me again. It’s obvious that Randall still can’t believe what I said because he seems to have weakened. Because I just easily got Randle on him.
When I was about to walk to open the door through which they passed, he restrained my hand and foot so that I could not open it completely. He stared at me intently first; they were all waiting for what he would do next.
“I-in my condominium … clean.” He barely had a voice when he said that. I gave Randle to him to make Charlotte even angrier. If she thinks I’m still the same as before, like dumb, not knowing what to fight for, and remaining stupid to what I see and hears; she is mistaken. Time and pain have shaped me. I thought when I came back here I would see the new Charlotte, but I seem to be mistaken.
“Where is your car? We have to go to the market first to buy new bottles and milk for Randle as well.” I went out first and the two of them followed. When the wind hit me there, I just realized what I had done inside the house. Immaturity enveloped me again.
When I looked back at Randall to hopefully pick up Randle, I saw Randle laughing and smiling as his father played with him. That was the first time I saw him having so much fun. Instead of taking him, I just went straight to his car. When we were all there, I picked up Randle. I saw the fear in Randall’s eyes. I sighed and then spoke.
“Open the door, Randle and I are hopping in.” I can no longer deny to him that the child I am holding is his child. In name only. I used to want Randall to be remembered by that name. I gave him the right to my son using the analogy of the names of the two of them.
He had already operated his car. I never thought I would get to the point where I could be with Randall again in the same car. His hair is too long. It was as if he had been miserable when I disappeared. When I looked at him, he looked straight at the road. I couldn’t see his face properly because of the hair that was blocking. Randle is sitting in my lap. Suddenly, I had an idea. I know my excuse is too lame.
“Cut your hair. Randle doesn’t like people with long hair.” I averted my face from him and then looked at Randle, who was now playing.
He did not say a word. The sun was still bright, so we went straight to the market. I already bought Randle’s necessities. I don’t know where we will stay, whether in his condominium or at my parents’ mansion.
Surprisingly, when we had just returned from Turkey, it was because of him I immediately proceeded as if nothing had happened to the two of us.
He took a cart and put Randle there. He pushed it while I bought milk and bottles. Randle has a bottle in our luggage, but it’s better to buy a new one. We were just like a normal family. Happy grocery shopping.
I would have taken the milk when someone suddenly hold her hand to the box. I tried to strengthen my pull, but the handgrip was too tight. The two of us scrambled as Randall spoke from behind me.
“What are you two doing?” We both looked at Randall to hopefully say what the woman who was fighting with me did when I also heard the voice of the familiar man.
“Winter?”
I looked at who was calling me and saw Turstin pushing the cart while there was a child in the cart like Randall. When I looked at who the woman was fighting with me earlier, we both screamed as we both recognize our faces.
“AVA!”
“WINTER!”
—Notice—
I could say this book will finish by the end of the month. Please, keep reading it until the secrets of Randall, Archer, and Helena are revealed.