His Ex Wife novel Chapter 16

Flashback

Iyan was restless that night. He had been waiting for Mariella’s text, his poetry book lied open and unread on his bed. He had tried to read the lines but nothing had gotten registered in his brain.

Maybe I should call her, he thought.

Or maybe she is about to text…

He waited a bit longer.

As minutes ticked by, his anxiety got worse. It was 9:15 pm by now. He wanted to see her and he could go to her right away; he did know the address anyway- after seeing her for the first time, he had studied the list of all newly enrolled students in school and there had been just one girl who had been admitted to their batch: Mariella Lewis, 21 Lees Street, PensonVille, London.

It was maybe just his own attraction towards her that was pulling him but he knew he could not resist the urge to see her…but it would probably not even have deem appropriate- he thought- what if she took it the wrong way…

In moments of uncertainty, he often tried to leave his mind blank for a minute and then choose the first option that came to his mind- it was his easiest way out, he was not really the type to waste time contemplating the pros and cons of everything; thinking too much ruined it.

So, he sat on his bed and looked outside the window, it was a beautiful half-moon with some dim stars spread across the sky. His room was too dark, no lights were on anyway- his mom would have assumed Iyan had long passed out and Scott and his father never bothered to come to him anyway- and the moonlight filled the corner of his large room with enough light. It was easier for him to sneak out anyway from the window, his room had been the largest one in the corner of the ground floor.

He closed his eyes and tried to not think of anything and the first thing that came to his mind was big blue eyes, filled with curiosity and some strangely hidden sadness. He tried to look at them longer, but they disappeared as soon as they came. He had gotten his answer- he got up and picked up his phone from his bed and grabbed a jacket just in case; it was a chilly night outside.

Mariella did live pretty far from his home but he could walk, he was agreeable to walk under any night that offered this kind of view, it was refreshing out of his world of books.

In about 30 minutes he reached PensonVille and he stood on Lees Street. All he had to look for then was then the house number 21. But he realized, it was not a house, it was a huge and lavish bungalow with a metal gate he could not cross even with all his might. He noticed however that there had not been any security person on duty right now, which was strange.

He hoped she would pick up his call as he dialed her number and she did, on about the third ring.

“Iyan,” she said unexpectedly.

“I’m outside your house,” he said. “Just wanted to talk for a while if you don’t mind.”

“M-my house??” she did not conceal the shock in her voice, her father had been home since afternoon and she tried to think about how she could break any rules and get out of the house to meet him anyway.

“I’m sorry, I was just a bit restless, I wanted to see you…” he spoke with boldness, like he had not been afraid to show her that she mattered to him.

Her stomach turned again, she was not expecting him to care that much, or at all, like everyone else.