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The other side of the moon-3
Ch-3
A trip down Memory Lane.
It was late 8 when he finally trudged across the door.It was an exhausting day undoubtedly but satisfying nonetheless.His blue linen shirt sagged with weight and his jeans had several visible creases all over them.Yet,he could not help a goofy grin spread across his face as he tossed them aside,switching on the shower.He had nowhere to go for the next two days.He can spend his next two days sitting by the window,browsing through casual reads.Of course,there was Hestia.But she would probably be busy with his upcoming exams.
Morris looked up at the clock.Hestia would arrive by 8:30.More often that not,she would stay through the night if there is a party.However,she had homework to do tonight.Moreover,he knew for a fact that she hated the hated the birthday girl with passion.She had complained about her to him endlessly.According to her,she was an arrogant showoff,impossibly narcissistic and a 'vile hag'.Although,she could even bear up with him if it meant meeting up with Emmeline.
Morris sat down at the table in his changed clothes and took The Times.He scanned the paper for the crossword.Though he wasn't much good at it,it was a nice way to spend time.Hestia was brilliant at it.She had picked it up from Anil.He tried to get the hang of it ever since to give Hestia company.His forehead crinkled with concentration as he proceeded to solve the first clue
The next time he looked up,it was 8:45.She was late.Maybe she got caught up with Emmeline too much.They aren't seeing each other much,he mused as he ran a hand He through his hair unconsciously.He should probably get on with the dinner yet.Maybe he call her after 30 minutes.He has nothing to worry about,he assures himself though his face is pinched with worry.He doesn't even see that it is _ instead of _ as he absently twirled the spoon around the pan.
She did not answer when he called at 9:15.He was definitely worried now.Maybe,it is because of the raging storm outside,he reasoned against himself.Or maybe it is because of a boy.His lips twitched slightly.Though he tried to play the 'stern father ' role,he enjoyed listening Hestia talk about them.It was oddly comforting.It was a reminder of much peaceful times when Alice was …. He tried to shake it off.It hurt.It was unnecessary.He listened to the house creak with the rain,the rain on the roof,the rain against the window panes as he tried to ease the hammering of his heart.It was never meant to be easy.But he has managed till now,hasn't he ?
By 9:45, Morris had been pacing in the kitchen for a good 15 minutes.He could not go out as he had given the car to George . He had taken the car to escort his mother to the hospital. Morris had wanted to join but George had assured him that it was fine and there was nothing alarming.Needless to say,Morris didn't believe him. Whiting's mother's health has been worsening for years.She would turn eight-five next month.Her frail health is certainly a cause of worry.However, George never accepts help easily until and unless he is absolutely cornered and there is no way out.
Morris and Whiting had attended school and college together.Although they were never quite friends at school. The more appropriate word would be 'acquaintance'.Their friendship truly blossomed in college over their shared interest of plant poisons_ . The quiet,shy boy had always intrigued Morris.He was rather unassuming and unsociable on the exterior. However,once you broke through the shell,he wasn't half-bad a person.He was shy but brave yet.He was incredibly resilent.He was kind and compassionate too.And he could bet on his life that no one had a deeper knowledge of _ in _.But no one was perfect ,wasn't it.It was scary how cold and unreadable he could become when he was angered.His eyes would not betray a flicker of emotion.A stony wall.He honestly could murder then.And enjoy it.Enjoy it…Like some heartless lunatic...
Morris internally shuddered at the thought.It was hauntingly disturbing . He never softened up completely,he chuckled.Even Hestia whom Whiting loved dearly had suffered his wrath multiple times.Most probably,she deserved it,he mused. Whiting was not one to lose his temper easily .
His even temper and vast knowledge were precisely the qualities for which Morris had suggested the profession of teaching to Whiting .He denied it to begin with and had opened a business of _.It had failed spectacularly.He had suffered huge losses.It was only then that he had taken up teaching at NEOM_ college along with Morris.Since then,he had steadily rose to the position of chief-assistant teacher_.
After a hour and a half or so minutes,Morris was furiously pacing the kitchen, engrossed in his thoughts and worry etched on his face.The clock perched on the front wall above the poster of Bowie read 12.Unwashed dishes were strewn around the kitchen,...
A trip down Memory Lane.
It was late 8 when he finally trudged across the door.It was an exhausting day undoubtedly but satisfying nonetheless.His blue linen shirt sagged with weight and his jeans had several visible creases all over them.Yet,he could not help a goofy grin spread across his face as he tossed them aside,switching on the shower.He had nowhere to go for the next two days.He can spend his next two days sitting by the window,browsing through casual reads.Of course,there was Hestia.But she would probably be busy with his upcoming exams.
Morris looked up at the clock.Hestia would arrive by 8:30.More often that not,she would stay through the night if there is a party.However,she had homework to do tonight.Moreover,he knew for a fact that she hated the hated the birthday girl with passion.She had complained about her to him endlessly.According to her,she was an arrogant showoff,impossibly narcissistic and a 'vile hag'.Although,she could even bear up with him if it meant meeting up with Emmeline.
Morris sat down at the table in his changed clothes and took The Times.He scanned the paper for the crossword.Though he wasn't much good at it,it was a nice way to spend time.Hestia was brilliant at it.She had picked it up from Anil.He tried to get the hang of it ever since to give Hestia company.His forehead crinkled with concentration as he proceeded to solve the first clue
The next time he looked up,it was 8:45.She was late.Maybe she got caught up with Emmeline too much.They aren't seeing each other much,he mused as he ran a hand He through his hair unconsciously.He should probably get on with the dinner yet.Maybe he call her after 30 minutes.He has nothing to worry about,he assures himself though his face is pinched with worry.He doesn't even see that it is _ instead of _ as he absently twirled the spoon around the pan.
She did not answer when he called at 9:15.He was definitely worried now.Maybe,it is because of the raging storm outside,he reasoned against himself.Or maybe it is because of a boy.His lips twitched slightly.Though he tried to play the 'stern father ' role,he enjoyed listening Hestia talk about them.It was oddly comforting.It was a reminder of much peaceful times when Alice was …. He tried to shake it off.It hurt.It was unnecessary.He listened to the house creak with the rain,the rain on the roof,the rain against the window panes as he tried to ease the hammering of his heart.It was never meant to be easy.But he has managed till now,hasn't he ?
By 9:45, Morris had been pacing in the kitchen for a good 15 minutes.He could not go out as he had given the car to George . He had taken the car to escort his mother to the hospital. Morris had wanted to join but George had assured him that it was fine and there was nothing alarming.Needless to say,Morris didn't believe him. Whiting's mother's health has been worsening for years.She would turn eight-five next month.Her frail health is certainly a cause of worry.However, George never accepts help easily until and unless he is absolutely cornered and there is no way out.
Morris and Whiting had attended school and college together.Although they were never quite friends at school. The more appropriate word would be 'acquaintance'.Their friendship truly blossomed in college over their shared interest of plant poisons_ . The quiet,shy boy had always intrigued Morris.He was rather unassuming and unsociable on the exterior. However,once you broke through the shell,he wasn't half-bad a person.He was shy but brave yet.He was incredibly resilent.He was kind and compassionate too.And he could bet on his life that no one had a deeper knowledge of _ in _.But no one was perfect ,wasn't it.It was scary how cold and unreadable he could become when he was angered.His eyes would not betray a flicker of emotion.A stony wall.He honestly could murder then.And enjoy it.Enjoy it…Like some heartless lunatic...
Morris internally shuddered at the thought.It was hauntingly disturbing . He never softened up completely,he chuckled.Even Hestia whom Whiting loved dearly had suffered his wrath multiple times.Most probably,she deserved it,he mused. Whiting was not one to lose his temper easily .
His even temper and vast knowledge were precisely the qualities for which Morris had suggested the profession of teaching to Whiting .He denied it to begin with and had opened a business of _.It had failed spectacularly.He had suffered huge losses.It was only then that he had taken up teaching at NEOM_ college along with Morris.Since then,he had steadily rose to the position of chief-assistant teacher_.
After a hour and a half or so minutes,Morris was furiously pacing the kitchen, engrossed in his thoughts and worry etched on his face.The clock perched on the front wall above the poster of Bowie read 12.Unwashed dishes were strewn around the kitchen,...
