Chapter 13
Aidan''s POV
"What?" I exim with a shortugh.
Mother''s wish for me to get married sound ridiculous to my ears. I don''t see myself ever getting
married. I hate beingmitment to someone.
I don''t want to be like my father. I don''t see myself getting dressed up to be wedded to some girl. I
guess this is because I don''t believe in people''s thinking that marriage is a happily ever after thing.
No, it isn''t.
It isn''t for my parents and I feel it isn''t for everyone. We all think it is because of the unrealistic dramas
we watch on TVs or read in books.
Marriage they say is not a bed of roses, but to me, marriage is a bed full of thorns for both partners.
I can''t get married. I have enough troubles already, getting married is like adding to the list of problems
I am trying to tackle.
"You know I don''t believe....."
"Why don''t you believe in love and marriage?" She interrupts me. The smile on her face is no longer
there, it has been reced with a worryced expression.
I shrug. "I don''t know."
"Of course, you know", she counters me.
"Are you scared of marriage because of me? Or is it because you don''t want to turn out to be like your
father?"
I am silent. I don''t want her to know my reasons for hating anything that has to do with having a
partner. I don''t want fate to repeat itself, I don''t want to ever raise my hand to beat the woman I call my
wife and I know that will happen because of how ill-tempered I am. I don''t want marriage because of
this. And I don''t want to love or be loved.
Love turned my mother into a cripple, love causeed her nothing but pain and sorrow. I don''t want it. I
want something different, an entire fate from my parents, which is why I decided that I am never going
to get married.
"Aidan", mother calls. Her voice is shaky and I look up to see tears swelling up in her eyes. "I know why
you don''t want to be married." She deres.
"Mother, I am just 26", I try to convince her to stop talking about the topic. I am still young, I can start
thinking of marriage after 10 years when I have aplished a lot in mypany and established
more branches all over America as nned.
"You are going to be 27 soon. I am getting old, Aidan. I want to see your children before I die", she
blurts out to my amazement.
"What do you mean you are getting old, mother?" I question in annoyance. "You are just 50 years old."
She smiles weakly. "Yes, but I am old and bedridden. Death wille knocking soon but before that, I
want you to have a happy family. I want you to be happy."
"I am happy, mother", I argue.
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"No, you aren''t." She counters me.
"How do you know I am not?"
"Because you are my son and I know you are not happy. That is why I want this for you. You need a
good woman in your life to bring back that happiness we both lost years ago."
"No, mother", I shake my head in disagreement.
"Yes, Aidan. Not everyone is a monster like your father. You are different from your father, Aidan, you
have nothing to worry about." She assures me.
I am asking myself if what she said is the truth. Father gave birth to me and I have his type of anger.
How sure am I that I won''t treat my wife the same way he has been treating my mother? I stare at
mother, wondering if father still beats her, whenever she does something wrong.
"Do this for me, son. I love you and I want the best for you." I nod, even though my mind isn''t made up
yet. I am not ready yet.
I have to work on my mental health and anger issues before thinking of marriage and that will take
years. I intend to tell my mother I will be married by 30 but I know she will be against it.
"Will you bring me a woman soon?" She asks, jerking me out of my reverie.
"No, mother", she looks sad. "Not this soon. Maybe in two years." I say, even though I know it won''t be
possible. I stand up.
"What if I die before then?" She questions me. "I want to see you happy before dying. That is the only
thing I am......"
"Mother", I almost shout. "Stop talking about death. You will live long", I guarantee her, even though I
keep asking myself if death isn''t better than the torture she is going through.
"Alright, you can go", she waves me away and looks out of the window. I know she is angry at me.
Mother barely gets angry and I feel unhappy for making her upset.
"Mother, are you mad at your son?" I demand, squatting down again. She refuses to answer me. I sigh.
"Mother, I am sorry", she isn''t saying anything.
After a moment of thought, I decide to give in. "Alright, fine. I will do as you say."
"Really?" Her face beams in excitement.
"Yes", I smile. "Maybe next year, is that ok with you?"
"Yes", she smiles again. "Thank you, son. I love you."
"I love you too, mother." I hug her, thinking of the promise I had made.
How do I go about it? I ask myself.
I don''t even have a girlfriend, talk more about a woman to make a wife.
"You should go see your father, now. I think the visitor is here because of you", she push me away. She
knows I can spend the whole day in her room, without seeing her father.
"He has a visitor?" I ask.
"Yes, the maids told me his friend, Julian, came to visit." She answers.
"Oh!" I mutter. I am thinking it is business-rted. After all, I am here because of business, I want to
know dad''s n on how to make sure I get the award, instead of Damien.
I just hope his n is a good one and not the one he will use for his selfish reasons because this time
around, I am ready to defy all odds, even if it means losing, just to get back at my father for all he has
done.
"Alright, mother." I stand up again. "I will get going."
"Will youe to see me before you leave?" She inquires of me.
"Definitely, mother. I will."
"Thank you, son", she shes me a smile. I bend to peck her two cheeks before moving out.
I will get you out of here soon, mother, I thought to myself. But first, something needs to be done to
father, I smirk.