CHAPTER 170: FATHER AND SON TALK

"D-day.....d-did...you..see that?" Jamilah tiptoed in the living room looking devastated and crying at the same time that she was not able to talk.

She was covering her chest using her left hand while her right hand was holding her handbag as she entered the house.

"Oooh! My girl! Is it that good for nothing? I hope she is dead by that fall! Faith! Faith?" Mr Samir was in a rage as he gazed at his daughter while putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Yes sir?" The maid rushed from the side of the kitchen while trembling.

"How many times should I call you?" He asked angrily while glaring at the maid mercilessly.

"Sorry, sir!" The maid replied with a little bow and then gazed at the ground as she shook.

"Take my daughter inside, now and make sure she is well dressed!" Mr Samir commanded with clenched fists as he remembered what that fool did to his daughter and then took the side of that prostitute.

The woman walked toward the girl Nervously and as she was about to touch her the girl pushed her away causing her to lose balance and collapse on the floor.

"Don't you dare touch me again!" Jamilah warned and ascended the stairs while still crying.

She reached the top and turned back, "I want my wedding to be prepared as soon as possible. I want it to take place today itself! If you won't be able to do such an easy task then don't blame me for what I am going to do to myself" With that, she rushed towards her room.

"How can you say that? Do you think that good for nothing Alex will agree?" Mr Samir shouted without any response.

He ran towards the living room table and pushed it hard that it broke into pieces. He didn't stop there instead, he rushed and got hold of the remote and threw it at the tv with a force that the huge tv broke into pieces.

"Dad! Please calm down! What is the meaning of this?" Mark rushed in from outside only to witness what was happening in the living room.

He could guess that all of this was because of the news about her sister and that girl.

He smiled inwardly and pretended to be pitiful to his father.

'I know that idiot. She will make my work easier!' He thought maliciously as he tried to hold his father from moving toward the broken glasses.

The man was trembling probably because of anger.

"I am tired!" Mr Samir yelled that his son had to cover his ears with his hands.

"Calm down dad" He tried to console the devastated man.

The old man looked like a huge bomb had been pushed on him.

He fought so that he could be released from his son's grip and he succeeded because he was a strong man despite being twice older than his son.

He sauntered towards the couch but what left his son flabbergasted was what he did.

Instead of sitting on the couch, Mr Samir collapsed on the ground in front of the couch and leaned on the couch.

Since he noticed himself, Mark had never witnessed his father sitting on the floor. He thought those who sat on the floor were the poor but now, he couldn't believe his eyes.

His profile old man was sitting on the floor, unbelievable!

"Dad! What is wrong with you? Why are you behaving like this?" Mark asked astounded as his eyes bulged out of his socket because of shock.

Mr Samir did not respond instead, he gestured for his son to come closer using his fingers.

Mark was beginning to worry about his dad.

What might be the problem with his prideful father? Did it mean that it was true to say that pride goes with a fall? He asked himself inwardly because he couldn't even talk. His voice was stuck in his throat.

His father was behaving abnormally today.

He could remember the way his dad refused to go and pick up his mother even though he pleaded with him but the man refused completely so he had to go and pick up his mother by himself but now, the lion was falling? What was going on inside that complicated head of his dad?

"Take that and I think you know what to do next" Mr Samir ordered him using his finger.

Mark did not hesitate but took the two glasses from the small table behind the huge one that had been broken by his father recently.

He then walked towards the counter and pick up a bottle of wine and tiptoed again towards his dad.

He opened the wine then served his dad and then he took the other glass for himself.

"Cheers son!" Mr Samir blurted out from nowhere making his son drool. 

What was wrong with his dad? If he remembered well, his dad was not close to him before in fact, the middle-aged man was not interested in him or his life.

He never cared about him except for Jamilah alone.

Mark tried to investigate the reason behind all the old attitudes of his dad toward him but he was not able to find out at all.

He sighed inwardly and tapped his father's glass with his.

They sipped their wine silently as all of them were deep in their thoughts.

"You know what, this world does not always revolve as we humans want it to revolve but it always revolves the way it wants" He sipped his wine again while gazing at nothing in particular.

"When I was a little boy, my dad always told me to work hard and that a man should not eat when he was not able to provide for himself" He went silent again.

The silence was killing hence Mark decided to break it, "But dad grandfather was royalty. You all must have been rich. I doubt if you know about working hard because you were raised in a very rich family. Richer than ours" Mark commented making his father smirk a little.