Chapter 103: Only Reason To Live


    “Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!” A cute chubby boy was climbing into Arabe’s bed. She smiled and


    pinched his rosy, chubby cheeks.


    It seemed her dream brought her again to the most tragic part of her life. It happened 6 years ago, but


    she felt that it happened just yesterday. The time was so cruel to her that even she tried her best not to


    remember that tragic part in her life, it always came out in her dream every night. Remembering how


    Bill stood up there without doing anything to save her and his son made her want to vomit in anger.


    With that, every morning, it was already habitual to her to pinch her son’s chubby cheeks to confirm


    that she was not dreaming.


    Her son was alive!


    She smiled genuinely and kissed Adam repetitively on the cheeks. Seeing her handsome chubby boy


    every morning made her feel so lucky despite of the tragic past, she suffered at the hand of Bill Sky.


    That name for her was a curse.


    She never wanted to see him anymore in her lifetime. Arabe swore to forget everything about him.


    For 6 years, she had been living in another country far away from Capital Z. She had built-up her


    career in Country Y as a famous pianist.


    The goal to start a new life brought her to pursue her passion in music. Since she was a kid, she


    already made her name in the music industry as a great pianist. She couldn’t ask for more fame as she


    was also afraid that someone in Capital Z would recognize her.


    Every day was her happiest with her son, Adam.


    “What do you want for breakfast?” She asked Adam with full of love.


    “I want pancakes mommy. Pancakes!” Adam sweetly replied.


    “Roger that Sir! Then pancake it is.” Arabe made a snappy soldier salute in front of the cute boy.


    Adamughed at her funny mom and followed like his mom’s tail wiggling his fat butt.


    The most important factor that Arabe had to hide Adam because he had an obvious resemnce to


    Bill Sky. One could simply tell that Adam was Bill’s son without any paternity test.


    “Mommy, I want to go to the parkter with Uncle Damien.” Adam said with begging eyes.


    He was confident that with his look, his mom could not say no to him.


    “Adam? Are you using your magic face again?” Arabe rolled her eyes to her son.


    Adam strode forward to his mom and kissed her cheek. He really knew how to make her mom agree to


    him.


    “Okay! Okay! Finish your breakfast and you can go.” Arabe blinked at her little boy.


    While having their breakfast, their doorbell rang.


    The little boy immediately stood up and excitedly opened the door.


    “Good morning little fellow!” A man strode directly inside their house.


    “Yehey! Good morning, Uncle Damien.” Adam jumped to Damien excitedly.


    “Wohhh! Easy fellow. Easy.” Damien caught him, then they quickly strode to the dining table.


    Arabe already knew who’s the visitor, so she didn’t mind to check the person talking to her son.


    Damien Lewis.


    He was theirndlord and a longtime next-door neighbor. He was a hot and handsome bachelor.


    Damien worked as a frence songwriter and he usually spent his time in his house which to


    Arabe’s advantage. Every time she had a concert or some engagement to attend, she normally


    asked Damien to take care of Adam.


    He was aloof at that time, but after a while, they became close friends because of their love of music.


    One of her piano pieces wasposed by Damien. It was his piece that made Arabe gained her


    poprity as a pianist in Country Y. As the years went by, he became more like her brother. The bond


    between the three of them became even stronger. As for Adam, he was very fond of Damien. He was


    his ultimate ymate and his secret keeper.


    “Uncle Damien, sit here.” Adam said while preparing his seat beside him.


    “Did you spare me some pancakes, little fellow?” Damien asked messing Adam’s hair.


    “Of course, because I know you wille.” Adam answered. He was actually used to see his uncle


    Damien normally sneaked to their house for breakfast.


    “Great!” Damien sounded like a child too, while raising his hand for high five.


    The two ate like Arabe was not there. Whenever they were together, Arabe was like a ghost.


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    But what could she ask for?


    She had Damien, who really cared for her son even if they were not rted to each other by blood.


    After the two went out, she fixed herself and quickly drove to work.


    It was the weekend, but she had to rehearse for her uing concert.


    When she went home, it was already night. She found the two sleeping on the sofa hugging each other.


    They seemed to be so tired.


    “Damien, Thank you. Sorry I waste.” Arabe quickly lifted her boy.


    “Nahhh… What’s new?” Damien quickly stood up and smiled at her.


    “Goodnight!” He added, then he exited the house.


    “Goodnight too.” Arabe replied inly.


    Arabe put her little boy on his bed. He was already cleaned up by Damien and judging from his sharp


    tummy, Damien definitely spoiled her little boy with his favorite foods. Adam liked to eat all kinds of


    meat barbecues aside from seafoods. He’s allergic to it just like his dad.


    Thinking about the heartless man, an intense anger rose in her heart.


    Monday came and they woke up early for school.


    Arabe drove her son to school. It was just 30 minutes away from their house. When her son entered


    the gate, she waved at him smiling then she drove away. Those who brought the students to school


    was not allowed to enter the gate unless they had an important matter to do inside.


    The uing concert made her so busy. She had to rehearse almost every day.


    “Lira, I am almost there. Please get ready of everything.” Arabe called up her assistant. She hired an


    assistant just 1 yr. ago for arranging her schedules and assisting her for everything.


    “It’s all been set up, Ms. J.” Lira replied with aplished tone.


    “Great!” Arabe then ended the call.


    In this city, she was known as Ms. J and only Damien and the school knew her real name.


    “Ms. J, another bouquet of flowers for you.” Lira was excited with the bouquet of white roses in her


    hand.


    Arabe just smiled at it as she was used to receive flowers from her fans. Though this bouquet of


    flowers was special as the sender never missed a day to send it to her every morning for 3 years when


    she started her career. There was no name of the sender but there was always a hand written


    message.


    ‘Have a nice day! W.’


    Very in and simple message and Lira had kept all these cards in her drawer.


    “I think your secret admirer W Ms. J, is very consistent. Look at my drawer, it’s almost full of his cards.”


    Lirained.


    “You can actually throw it in the bin my dear. I don’t need it.” Arabe said coldly. She had no time for


    “Hmmm… It’s a waste to throw it. Let me just keep them okay, pls. Ms. J?” Lira was a hopeless


    romantic person. By collecting the cards, she fell in love with the mysterious sender. Then she


    imagined that the sender was a prince.


    “Okay! Just don’tin.” Arabe answeredzily, then strode forward to her piano.


    She started ying one piece. The way she yed was very graceful and her expression was very


    melodramatic. The feeling of being in control of her life and enjoying her unlimited freedom through her


    music. She was always absorbing every tune and she was always captivated with it when Lira


    suddenly interrupted her.


    “I am sorry, Ms. J but the school of Adam called.” Lira reached out her phone to Arabe.


    Arabe suddenly felt nervous. The kind of nervous she felt 6 years ago. She quickly got her phone.


    “Yes. This is Adam’s mother.” Arabe’s cold sweat came out. She hoped she was just exaggerating


    things.


    “Ms. Jones, this is the principal. I need you toe now in the school for Adam. I will exin to you


    when you get here.” The principal firmly said.


    “Okay. I will go there right now.” Arabe replied quickly and ran to the exit.


    “Lira, let’s postpone today’s schedule. I need to attain to my son’s matter.” She quickly ordered her


    assistant.


    She drove hurriedly to Adam’s school. She had a bad feeling that something had happened to Adam.


    With it came to Adam’s matter, her anxiety always attacked her as she was afraid to lose her only


    reason for living, her son Adam.


    She arrived at the school. When she entered the gate, the security guard asked her for her I.D and


    gave her a visitor pass.


    When she entered the principal’s office, she saw Adam sitting separately from the 3 other boys


    apanied by three adults.


    What shocked her was Adam had a band aid on his forehead and his right arm. Arabe’s heart


    clenched in an instant.


    “Adam. My baby, what happened?” Arabe rushed to hug Adam.


    Adam didn’t say anything as his face was flustered by anger.


    “Great! Now that you are here, how do you want this settle?” A fatdy arrogantly asked Arabe. She


    seemed to be the mother of the boy beside her.


    Hearing the fat woman, Arabe turned around to see her clearly. That was the only time that she


    noticed that the 3 boys had lots of band aids on their entire body unlike Adam, he only had two.


    “Mrs. Principal, could you exin to me what happened?” Instead of answering the fatdy, she asked


    the old principal directly.


    “Ms. Jones, your son had started a brawl with his 3 ssmates.” The principal exined with a


    formidable tone obviously showing her high position.


    Arabe frowned. She knew Adam was a sweet gentle boy. He was obedient and genius. He would


    never enter into such nonsense fight.


    “Mrs. Principal, may I know for what reason?” Arabe wasn’t the old Arabe anymore. She was tough


    and cold to strangers specially to those who treat them unfairly.


    The old principal froze. She obviously estimated the girl in front of her. She seemed to be just beautiful


    but she never thought she was tough.


    “Hmmm…” The old principal staggered.


    “Mrs. Principal, may I also know what made you said that my son started the fight? Did you witness it


    yourself?” Arabe had so many fights in the past and she survived. This was just a piece of cake for


    herpared to those days with the evil, Bill Sky.


    With her tough questions, the old principal was taken aback together with the three adults.


    “Hmmm… I think I should call their ss adviser toe here and exin everything to you. Please sit


    down first.” The principal said, trying to pacify Arabe.


    The old principal quickly called up the ss teacher to exin.


    The teacher entered the room shyly as she was guilty for using Adam to cover her absence in the


    ss. Her jealous boyfriend called her so she talked to him for about 1 hour in the other room, but


    when she got back, the kids were already fighting. It was 3 versus 1 so it’s easy to point a finger to 1


    than to the 3 boys. That just meant, 1 parent versus 3 parents.


    “Ms. Thompson, please tell us the whole story.” The old principal ordered as she tried to maintain her


    posture from being embarrassed a little.


    “Yes, Ms. Thompson. Come on. Tell us who started the fight?” The other parent butted in with one brow


    lifted up as if she was confident that her boy was not the bad one.


    Arabe was just rxed as she looked at his son. Adam lowered his head as he was not feeling well.


    “Yeah. Let’s hear how bad that boy is!” The other mother pointed Adam with ming in her voice.


    “What kind of mother you are? For raising a future gangster!” The fatdy butted in again.


    Arabe calmly stood up and folded her hands in front of her. Living alone had thought her many things


    and one of these was to control her emotion. Your anger could lead you lost the fight.


    “Ms. Thompson, you are a teacher and you should know that I can sue you if you are not going to tell


    us the truth. If that happened, it’s just means that you can’t continue to work here and to the other


    schools if you stain your reputation” Arabe said calmly but her tone was strong and firm like a


    professionalwyer in the court that was defending the case of her client.


    Hearing Arabe, Ms. Thompson shivered and cry for treating Adam unfairly.


    “I am sorry, Ms. Jones. I didn’t witness everything but all their ssmates said that the three boys


    started to provoke Adam by calling him a fatherless boy.” Ms. Thompson finally spat the truth out.