"Where were you Miss Bell?"Jonathan inquired knocked the door opened to the warm embrace of little boy who showed up "You want to see my mum?"raised up his hands and clapping."Where is she?"Mr bedluck retorted."She is sleeping.If you wait you will see her".Then they moved out quiet glancing abroad.

Boredom was all over her healing stress mangled tendon beyond control with sleep,the best therapy she could freely find.Normally she barely slept off immediately on getting home and never was tempted to go to bed straight away  before this hassle on her door.

"All right we re happy we discovered her location at the cul-de-sac.We ll wait until she's through."The elderly white man with baritone voice tapped his son watching his grown up boy playing outside bade to cool down and take it easy.As the little boy played around in the beautiful surrounding their patience was set like a flint,occasionally playing with the boy their eyes fully set as the August visitors for the drowsy Mother banging the hell of boredom out of her  freaking sleep rather unwittingly.

It was so cool for both of them to discover their personal and family concern was over the moment they discovered her location.Mr Bedlock in Company of his son Jonathan was amazed with himself that apparently the protracted argument that had dug deeper in the family's psychology than they had realized was finally over.It was the same mother luck they have persevere to find over the years and still wonder,why couldn't their relationship take a roller coaster step forward?He wanted to find out from Sarah.Why couldn't she move into her husband Villa?

Jonathan acrid hesitant heavily hesitated the nature of answer she'd given him on several occasions when they've met and not capable of refrain from the earlier recalcitrant stance to think like his father :she wasn't capable of making a decision of that magnitude again at this critical juncture of their love life.Jonathan couldn't think straight and was too doubtful to hear and witness her submission the way her father had hoped to woo her into Villa.Maybe slowly after she got over angst of earlier disappointment and embarrassment of previous years.

But Mr Bedluck had kept pressure alive until they finally for a decade located the new apartment she moved recently into in the vicinities.He gave the matter serious thought to hunt her back to the gaming table and take a definite decision in feverish defense of love life.When the weekend came they struck with a big bang.

In their last date in the Farm,he could still recall how she got him out of the door and scampering outside like raving lunatic and under fallen rain in the unproven speculation he was also dating her sister but hadn't been able to prove it to her in the meantime. And that was before he travelled and joined the army for a decade in service.Instead of lazying herself round with him she'd curled up in the wing chair ,in her father's lonely farm by recalling golden memoirs they had share choked with guilt in her burning fireplace, sometimes wrapped up herself with heat of shrinking firewood she had gathered at the farm. A tradition that was transferred to the family by late mother finished crotchety a year before her mother's death.And for a good decade after she returned back to the farm,wondered she couldn't afford to live in modesty with her guy she was fond of but rather satisfied with living years of guilt that taking warm at her empty fireplace couldn't restore.Why would she not supposedly loved a simple affirmative answer and avert the untold injury that blanket bland spirit of egregious feminism had caused womenfolk in general?

Sarah tensed on the bedstead as the relentless awaited her appearance outside as if judgement day had beckoned.This time her ignorance was badly flawed and had no tribulation understanding jony's love,patience and veteran approach.

A return back free to the warm embrace would be nice to spend time and holiday season together.

Sarah's mother's death probably marked a turning point and couldn't help but feeling rushed, perplexed and resentful no longer with a sense of guilt emboldened to meet her guy once again.And no way would that be possible without moving into the city and the mother's death afforded her such privilege.She took a job at the Winchester corporation and at the customer care desk made ton of friends even stumbled on some of Jonathan's relatives another tired turning point in her life and that job meant every thing to her.

They waited with such remarkable euphoria,subconsciously outside adorned with such reckless impunity and immunity of sensuous guilt that no one could fault.The emotional healing in the farm in the face of constant bruises and irregular source of farm income could drain her mental energy accompanied by persistent cry of little lady freaking drove her a top notch anxiety at the cost of her lonely life.To hear that close neighborhood in the farm with grown ups were relocating back to the cities unlike the older generation.She was never happy with single parent status as she was there.

Jonathan hardly care giving the aggressive instincts of warlike folks softened by elderly presence of caring father who wanted reunion, cited failed escapades of his first son elsewhere.Jonathan knew it too but refused to admit.

The owner of the Winchester corporation stayed out of City and left the Manager living in Mr Belman's Villa whobwas ordered to appriach the lady taing charge of running the old farm.Sarah tired of rural life relinquished the management of the farm to his big uncles and left on hearing he was offered the job.

The manager of the corporation Israel Smith organised the linkage on hearing Jony was coming home during holidays.Smith had been at the helm of affairs at the corporation for a dozen years .Since her employment,Sarah had been workhalic and served on more committees with better remuneration than she had ever bargained for or imagined.Not necessarily with the right resume but had come to accept the admonition of the manager that learning on the job could make grow and gain expertise beyond her wildest dreams.She knew the board of directors like the back of her arms but had struggled to unveil the true identity of the owner and was not comfortable to abide by the rumour that owner stayed out of town.

She was promised the role of manager in Brooklyn NY a convincingly but strange conviction for a female manager just six months into the job .There was no claim the proposition was perverse reasoning among the board of directors.Manager's assistant initially quashed her deepest fears and not to bother and the triumphant letter assured her of the plum job.Her suspense faded with the reception of the triumphant notes.It came when the mother died an orphan later smiled awoken from her grief two months after.

A shiver raced down her spine, when the despatch rider glanced at her and Invoked compliments as she stepped forward to collect the beautiful notes accompanied with complementary flowers.She went numb and her deep guilt profusely nosedived .The best relief she could get was the triumphant notes and she moved into the city causing her to wonder if certain actors were not behind the intrigues at the backstage freakingly ochestrated and dangled the unmerited favour.

Sarah woke up two hours after and saw her lad slept on the sofa,doors flung open had employed nanny to take care of the boy but now on leave.Then she lifted her hazy gaze, somewhat scary, barely breathing a visceral-like sensation and noticed brown leather boots broken in and out the back of elderly man with long legs and faded denim jeans.Her heart pounded and exclaimed

"Compassionate Johnny,what do you fucking want in my house?"she breathed,panted as if she heaved a sigh of relief.