"Just sign the paper. I still have work to do." He pressured me to sign the paper. I raised my eyes to him with blurry sight. I would never have been prepared for everything today. When my husband came to see me, instead of fixing our relationship, he stabbed me in the back. He came with a divorce paper that he had always told me about.
"Please don't do this," I pleaded. Nearly, to break my tears. Aidan scoffed sinisterly at me. He always showed hatred rather than compassion for me. The marriage between us was only due to his gratitude towards his father. I saved his life, which I got as a reward.
"Do not shed those tears for me. I would never work." He bluntly replied. All those words pierced my heart whenever he spoke. I would never spare anything in his heart.
"This marriage would never work for us either. You should know it from the beginning." He added while staring at my eyes expressionlessly.
The tears fell down my cheek, and it did not move him. I gulped my bitter saliva as my eyes darted down, regretting things.
"Just sign it." He repeated with a lower tone.
"Just give me time,"
"I can't."
"Only 30 minutes." I pleaded again, then raised to look into his eyes. He kept a flat, emotionless stare at me. Couldn't he feel the same way as I do?
"Fine." He turned and walked out of the room. I cried as I covered my face with the palms of my hands. I sobbed as much as I could to express my love for him. During the minutes of crying, I recalled the time we first met. Perhaps I should not look at him on that street.
THREE MONTHS AGO
"Help me, fuck please, help me!!" the man pleaded for help, whilst pulling himself up.
Malikha was walking on the dimly lit, lonely street where she usually got home. It was a bit late tonight, and she was alone, with no company, as she had just finished her work at the bakery store.
"Who's that?" She murmured to herself. The goosebumps went down her nape due to the eerie night. She tried to ignore it and keep walking. But it came back, someone was asking for help.
"Help me, ugh!"
Malikha now became curious. She looked for the voice, then suddenly saw something shiny on the side of the sewer. On the surface, the expensive watch on his wrist shone under the dim street lamp, which might signal someone who had crossed the street.
She quickly saw the hand and unquestioningly pulled a man's hand out of the sewer. "Sir, are you okay?"
"Just pull me up!" he asked hoarsely.
Just as he couldn't stand the misfortune because of his miserable dying, Malikah finally pulled his hand from the top of the drain. She tried, with her soft hand, to lift him. She was not strong enough to pull a tall, heavy man like him.
"Sir, pull yourself up. You are too heavy!" Malikha complained while pulling him. The man had his last breath and the strength to push himself up. He grabbed her hand more tightly and dragged her into the ditch.
"Aaah!"
After reaching up, the man then turned to Malikha, who had helped him. He tried to see her, but losing blood caused a blackout.
"Help me!" he hissed before fainting.
"Oh dear. Sir… Sir! What happened to you?" Malikha panted while waking him up. She has no idea because the man was now unconscious, though his face was merely visible under the dim light.
"What should I do? It looks like he's hurt," she mumbled, then put her hand on his abdomen. She touched the blood as she raised her hand.
"Ah, this is blood. What am I supposed to do?" She was panicked and tried to stand, looking left and right, confused. No one passed by, and no car stopped. The street is empty, and no one has passed to help her.
Malikha decided to pull and drag the man with the rest of her strength. She did not think about her safety.
"Ahh, you are so heavy!"
While tumbling a few times, she did not give up. The man should get to the hospital. As she got to the crossroad and tripped, the man woke up slightly. He tried to see what was going on, but he could feel his body being dragged by someone.
"Who are you?" Malikha crouched down to check him. The man is like a god from heaven. His handsome face was perfectly sculpted.
However, she has not had time to admire God's perfect creation. She continued to drag him to the side of the road. After leaning him against a water tank, she exited the street to get a taxi.
"Help me… please stop!"
"Please stop!" She jumped into the middle of the street, and a cab had to stop before hitting her.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Come on, quickly!" the taxi driver said, grimacing at her. Malikha dragged the unconscious man once again as the driver did not bother to help.
"Please, take me to the hospital!" Malikha ordered the taxi driver. The man then turned back to her and frowned.
"Do you have any money?" she grinned oddly. She dug into her small wallet and took the rest of her money today.
"I have money!" she showed and gave all of it to him. The taxi driver snorted in annoyance and snatched the money from her hand to start the car. Malikha had to give her the remaining cash from her tip today at the bakery store.
Now she has no idea how to go home from the hospital after taking the poor man. But Malikha quickly shook her head. Her grandmother always taught her to help others.
"God will surely give me more money later. I shouldn't hesitate," she muttered, glancing at the fainted man a few times.