As Hamlet told Ophelia "God gave you one face and you made another." A battle between two identities. Our true selves and who we want to be. No one can win.
Just as every story has two sides, there are two sides to every person. On one side we show the world and on the other side, we keep. The duality is balanced by light and dark. Within us, there is good and evil. But those who can diminish moral values, she is the owner of the real power.
The phone buzzed on the nightstand over and over again. Calls for the umpteenth time and Delia is still ringing in her sleep. Alena's efforts did not give up until an hour later Alena repeated the call between herself to take care of her baby from her marriage to the handsome and sexy rich tycoon Rudolf Richard Felix. Delia woke up with a strenuous effort to grab the flat object that almost fell with the cellphone halfway up on the edge.
"Alena," Delia sighed as her eyes still felt heavy to open to find Alena's name appearing on her cell phone screen which turned bright. The name Alena was enough to make Delia instantly come back to her senses from her long sleep since last night. Waking up from sleep by just opening her eyes for Delia requires a lot of effort. Delia's depression was so intense that it took her a long tissue that seemed to never end.
Delia slid the talk button with the tip of her thumb on the second ring before Alena's panicked voice rang in her ears. "Delia," Alena called and her voice sounded panicked which made Delia immediately move to sit on her bed.
"Hey, what are you doing, Elena?" Delia asked after she sat down and suddenly Alena's panicked voice made her completely awake. The sound of Alena's footsteps with the heels of the shoes she was wearing reached Delia's ears.
"Did you know the latest news this morning?" Alena's question made Delia confused and didn't understand the direction of the conversation between herself and Alena.
"What happened?" Delia asked confused and heard her mother's scream from behind her bedroom door. Delia immediately went to the bathroom with her cell phone, closing the door tightly. "Tell me what happened?" Delia rushed after Alena didn't answer the question posed to her.
Alena's breath that sounded heavy made Delia feel and believe that Alena was in a bad state.
"You... You know that Sally Pladys just escaped from prison," said Alena, which instantly made the whole universe feel as if they had just swallowed Delia alive. "I just saw it on television and---"
"How could it be?" The same question was in Delia Ashton's head. The question that pops into the heads of everyone involved in the Sally Pladys case.
"I was shocked too and I heard Mom had contacted Marsha to tell her about this. You know that the situation will worsen with this incident, Delia," said Alena who sounded worried. Alena paced back and forth in her bedroom even though her gaze could not be separated from her little boy who was busy playing with his nurse.
"No. I'm sure everything will pass soon, "said Delia with Marsha's face crossing her head. "I'm sure she'll be fine," added Delia, trying to convince herself of the best thoughts for Marsha Anderson.
"You're going to let her face all this alone?"
"Marsha is never alone, Alena," Delia snapped in a loud voice, echoing in every corner of the bathroom with a large mirror attached to one side of the wall. Delia watched herself who just woke up from the mirror reflection. Her disheveled hair and puffy eyes after a few nights of being at the Ashton family's residence brought Delia to the drama of her own family life. Not a night he went without crying. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
"You're so sure about---"
"I entrust Marsha to you, Alena," said Delia after that which stopped Alena's sentence and made both of them silent after that.
"You're so stubborn, Delia."
Alena's voice sounded like a loud and impatient protest mixed with annoyance. For Alena, it is not strange and familiar with the attitude and thoughts of Delia Ashton. They know each other not just yesterday. Many events that both of them went through the brought friendship between them to accept each other.
"In fact, I have become a poison in his life, Alena," joked Delia with all her feelings that felt crushed and so tortured. The pain stabbed until the decision was taken by her. "I can't just stay there and destroy Marsha with all the madness in me and my life? I'd better stay away," added Delia, who began to feel all the nerves in her body twitching after the emotions she was trying to suppress. Emotions that he couldn't express in front of Alena Harris.
Trevor Brown's image flashed across Delia's memory. The man Delia realized would always be present in Marsha's life. The story of the past has not disappeared, the story of the past is getting closer and closer. The fact that Rachel Brown is now depressed after her defeat in politics and the disappearance of Lana Dorrance who is now a fugitive from the police makes it even more likely for Trevor to release the people who have been an obstacle to his relationship with Marsha.
"You didn't think that this matter would---"
"Your mother-in-law and Nolan will definitely help to keep Marsha safe," Delia snapped again just before her right hand pulled the water faucet lever up and cold water gushed out in a gush. "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about that. I'm sure your family will help her," said Delia with all the confidence that she had always tried to maintain despite the pain.
Letting go for a good cause. The highest meaning of love is to pray. They both fell silent with their respective heads. Delia had turned on the loudspeaker and placed her cell phone on the sink table side by side with a set of toiletries lined up there while her palms were drenched in cold water.
"I'm confused by the news that happened. How could that woman easily escape from the prison that we all know about if…" Alena hung her sentence along with Ivander's whimpering voice that reached Delia's ears who was washing her face with cold water. Lathering the surface of her skin with soap whose foam feels soft and fragrant. "... the security there is so tight and it seems impossible," continued Alena when Delia had finished with soap and water for her face.
"Nothing is impossible, Alena," said Delia.
Delia grabbed a white towel hanging behind the bathroom door. Rub it on your face to dry the water on your face. "Yes, you're right. Nothing is impossible. And this news will last forever. A female convict managed to escape from prison on Rikers Island." Alena's voice accompanied by an annoyed snort made Delia chuckle for a moment. "Don't laugh, Delia. I know my question is ridiculous. But I'm still curious about all the effort that women put in." Alena actually snorted this time.
Delia did not immediately respond. She put the towel in her hand back where it belonged and grabbed her phone before taking it out of the bathroom. "You're worrying too much about things you don't really need to worry about. Your husband will take care of you."
"That's not what I meant, Delia." Alena defended herself.
Alena was silent after that and Delia had returned to sitting on the edge of the bed with her gaze far ahead through the double balcony doors in her bedroom. Witness the evidence behind her house that looks green with bright blue skies and white clouds, and the sun is shy to shine even though the light looks so charming. Sunny day. "Delia," Alena called.
"Yes," said Delia who sounded soft even though Delia's voice was heavy. Alena could feel Delia Ashton's unchanging tenderness.
"How long are you going to be there? I mean being far away and letting things go as they are now?" asked Alena who at first she was not sure to say. "What about your endeavor that you have started with such difficulty?" Alena paused for a moment. Allowing Delia to answer even though in the end, Delia is still silent. "I know you're hurt, Delia. Is there anything I can do for you?" Alena's voice sounded sad and sympathetic. There are sad feelings that are also present in Alena's mind for Delia Ashton.
Delia took a deep breath and then a loud gust. "Who knows. It took me a long time to go through all of this, Alena, "said Delia, whose memories flashed in her head to Marsha Anderson's figure. Delia's feelings for Marsha are still the same and haven't changed. It was excruciating and so painful.
"She's still looking for you. I mean Marsha. She often visits Mom to ask if Mom can help her find you, Delia."
"You tell them if---"
"No," Alena snapped quickly to the accusations that Delia made against her. Alena swallowed and licked her dry lips. "I would never say anything about you to them."
"I'm sure if I can trust you, Alena," said Delia with all the hope lingering about her feelings for life. Delia still believes that Marsha will be fine. Delia struggles with her feelings of pain and love for Marsha. Delia wanted to run and grab Marsha but Delia couldn't do that. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. I plan to use the services of a professional to look after Marsha and Delia. What do you think?" Alena expressed her opinion and waited for Delia's opinion on it. Delia didn't flinch even though she was surprised. "I can't possibly keep and watch over Marsha. The unexpected situation with the escape of that woman from prison, Delia." Alena added her consideration to the idea that had occurred to her a moment earlier.
Delia was silent for a moment with her thoughts coming back to her senses and turning to Marsha Anderson. The conversation that goes back to the beginning. "I can't think about it, Alena. I feel that right now everything---"
"Okay. I know your condition is not okay, "said Alena.
Delia sighed again. "I will inform you later after---"
"You'd better rest. I'll do as well as you wish for Marsha, Delia. I hope you come back soon and we---"
"I can't promise that," said Delia in her swift words. Delia heard Alena's breath wheezing heavily. A feeling of sadness that felt real to Delia. "I thank you for everything you have done for me, Alena."
"I missed you, Delia."