Chapter 6. The Impossible Husband

Walking in through the entrance of the Great Westview mall feels like walking through the gate of heaven. Deep inside I feel so cheap walking on the sparkling tiles. I don’t remember the year I lastly walked into a mini supermarket, and I have never set my feet in a mall, not to talk of a classic one like this.

I grip tight to Jerol’s arm, and we make our way in to shop for the event which is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. I am yet to know what kind of an event it will be because Jerol said he would tell me all about it tomorrow and what I have to do. Considering his temper, or anger, or whatever his reaction can be termed, I opted not to insist. I respected his decision, just like he respected mine when he asked what the deal between me and my mother is, or rather, was, and I told him I didn’t want to talk about that subject, and he understood. He didn’t push it.

If we are going to have this mutual understanding and respect for each other, then the five months wi