The Ghost of Annabelle - Season 1 - Episode 7

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The Ghost of Annabelle - Season 1 - Episode 7

“Andrew has proposed to me.” Mabel told Angela over the phone.

“What a coincidence!” Angela exclaimed.
“Coincidence?”

“Yes dear, my Andrew has also proposed to me.”

“Wow…this calls for celebration.”
“Yesooo.”

“Our engagement party is even this Saturday.”

“You mean next tomorrow?”
“Yes dear.”

“I will certainly be there” Angela said with a smile.

In the stillness of my room, I later realized that I had made a gross mistake by proposing to the two of them. I wanted to live a life devoid of hypocrisy but I lacked the courage. I had been hiding myself beneath the mask of love. “What should I do now?” I locked my house and lay thinking about the impact of what I had done and why I was confused under the circumstances. My nerves seemed to be on the edge and although I was gradually feeling such strong friendship for Mabel, Angela was the one I had always loved and she remained my idol. I was diving in the swimming pool of thoughts when my phone beeped. It was Angela, my sweetheart.

“Hello darling.” I answered the call.
“What’s up husband?”
“I’m great dear.”

“I’m calling to ask if you could accompany me to a friend’s engagement party.”
“That’s fine. I’ll be there with you.”
The following day, I went seeing Mabel at her apartment. I wanted to tell her the truth but I didn’t know how to start. I had never loved her, not even for a single day. She was beautiful but very arrogant, pompous and proud. I didn’t want anything to connect me with her. But I had already gone far with her.
“Honey, are you going shopping with me?” She asked.

“No.” I said firmly and she stared at me.
“Why are you frowning?”
“Mabel, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Is it concerning our wedding? Going for shopping?”

“No, there will be no wedding.”
“What? Is this April fool or what?” She smiled angrily at me.

“This is no joke. The thing is that I like you as a friend and not as a wife.”
“You mean you don’t want to marry or what?” She asked calmly.
“The truth is that I’m already engaged.”
“Who is the girl? You think you will use me and dump me? You’ve not seen my red lights yet.”
“I never planned this but it has happen. You have to go on with your life and I will go on with mine too.”
“You mean it just happened that you’ve been fu-Cking me abi?”
“I’m sorry Mabel but I can’t marry you.”
She was grossly irritated. I understood that it was difficult for her to accept the reality just as it was difficult for me to voice out what lay buried in my heart. She sat down on the sofa beside me, trying to sound brave but I sensed the discomfort in the briskness of her words. I cherished Angela and never wanted to disappoint her. When I was sad, she brought me joy and because of love, I gave my whole heart to her. I had proudly proposed to her and I was ready to mingle my blood with hers on the altar of Eros and Venus.

“But there’s something I have to tell you.” Mabel said, taking care to look acutely disappointed. I was feeling so guilty that I made her upset but I had no choice.
“I’m all ears.” I told her.
“I’m pregnant.” She said and silence fell on the whole house.

“For who? Certainly not me.”
“Who else? You of course.”
I became immediately too flustered to think clearly. I tried to walk out on her but my feet remained glued to the tiled floor of the house. I drew closer to her and whispered some words to her.

“I love you baby; I’ll marry you.”
“I love you too honey; I want to be the mother of your children.”