Miggy's POV
I was simply relaxing in the condo two days after Daddy's burial when Carla called about mommy. She stated that her mom does not eat and simply consumes booze. When she is really inebriated, she only falls asleep after a lengthy wail. As a result, I did not hesitate to pay her a visit at our home.
"Mom?" I said as I walked in. Instead of greeting her, Carla appeared in front of me.
"Where's mommy?" I inquired quickly.
"Sir, she's at your daddy's study; when she got up, she started drinking again," she whispered worriedly to me.
"Okay, thank you. I will go see her."
She followed me up the stairs to Mommy, who was in Daddy's office on our home's second floor.
"Thank you, Carla. I'll take care of her, and you have to rest first," I promptly did what I said, so I just went to that room.
When I opened the door, I asked, "Mom?" I noticed him sitting on the floor and leaning against Daddy's office table, carrying a bottle of wine. She didn't appear to hear me; she was simply taken aback by the profundity of her thoughts. Mommy looks extremely different today than she did before what happened to Dad. She'd lost her refinement. She didn't give a damn about how she looked right now. In reality, she was dressed and put on make-up in the morning, but this afternoon she is still wearing a nightgown, her hair is unkempt, and she is really inebriated.
"Mom," I murmured again, as I approached her. I watched her tears streaming down her face as she slowly glanced up at me.
"Son, Miggy!"
"Mommy, what are you doing? Why are you getting drunk?" I asked, and she fell into sobs.
"I can't, son. I'm struggling; I don't know where to begin now that your father is gone."
"We share the same views and sentiments, Mom," I stated. "But I believe we can achieve it if we work together,"I added.
"I'm not ready. I didn't know your daddy and I wouldn't be able to talk anymore. I didn't have any chance to talk to him because I was finishing a sequence of the movie I'm directing, and then suddenly, I received a call that he was rushed to the hospital because he had a heart attack. I can't believe it because we were still talking on the cellphone that morning," she sobbed. I didn't say anything since I was at a loss for words. I can't tell mom I'm responsible for what happened to Daddy. My guilt is gnawing at me even more now that I can see my mom.
"I regret not giving him enough time and attention to be with him because I was busy with what I was doing. Because I can't go home, only the maids are often with him here at home, so we only talk on the phone. I didn't think he would leave me because he told me we would go on a vacation after my project was done because we needed to relax because we were already old, so I planned to surprise him. I would have told him I would no longer accept another project and I would retire," she recalled.
But I was simply startled because none of it would happen again. She wept again. "Your daddy has left us. He lied to me." Mommy's pain is palpable to me. I was speechless, as if I had been blinded by what I had heard from her. I was so wounded and consumed with guilt that I couldn't stand admitting to him that I was the reason Daddy was gone.
It's so heavy to feel as if I'm not used to this, as if I'm hiding something from my mom. The more I tell her about Daddy's child with another woman, the more I worry that Mom won't be able to take it.
"Let's eat, Mom," I whispered quietly as she rested her head on my shoulder, the two of us still seated on the floor and leaning on Daddy's office table.
"I don't want to eat."
"Mommy, daddy will not be pleased with what you're doing; don't be like that mom; you're neglecting yourself," I grumbled.
"I don't have an appetite, and I can't eat there because I will only see Gabriel's empty seat," she said sadly.
"Alright, we'll eat together but not in the dining area. I suggest we eat in the garden like a picnic. What do you think?" she groaned and agreed.
"Please wait for a moment. I'll just come down to inform them to prepare it for us, okay?" I got up quickly to inform the helpers to get ready, and then I walked back to the office to talk to her in some way.
"Mom, I believe you should go change because we have a picnic dinner date tonight beneath the stars," I informed her.
"You truly inherited that kind of trait from your father. If only I could think of something, you could put me there with your fluttery," she grumbled as I assisted her in standing and escorted her to their room.
"You don't have a choice, Mommy; I'm simply the one you're dating now that Daddy's gone," I joked. But she said that, "It would have been much better if your father had been here."
"Say daddy won't be delighted with what you're doing," I muttered, but I kissed her on her cheek when I opened the door, and she eventually walked in to get dressed.
"I'll wait for you downstairs; I'll check the food, okay?" I let go before closing the door.
It's also difficult for me on the inside, but I need to show mom that I'm fine so she'll know I'm still here for her
Days have passed, and I've already hired a private detective to assist me in locating Teresa and her daughter, Gabrielle Therese, who happens to be my half-sister, my father's daughter from another woman, Teresa. I scheduled a meeting with the private investigator with uncle Rick, my late father's best friend. I was hoping Uncle Rick may be able to share some further information on this case.
I also returned to work since it's important due to the large project that has to be completed. I can't be careless, and I definitely can't make excuses about being out of shape due to a personal crisis, because I was permitted to leave from work when my father passed away. Because of the amount I do, I never visited mom again until a few days ago.
Carla recently informed me that Mommy has delegated her directing duties to a close colleague of hers, the director, because the project can no longer be postponed and must be completed on or before the deadline. Carla also told me that Mom still drinks on a regular basis and appears to be alcohol dependent due to her inability to sleep when she is not inebriated. My dilemma is exacerbated by the fact that I must carry out Daddy's plan, as well as worry for my mother, and that my job schedule is now hectic due to our large customer base. Even if I'm not the one who will physically produce the storms since there are those who are assigned, I can't be inattentive because I'm the manager.
"Sir, there is a final schedule for the commercial audition, which will be three days from now, and only at the conference will the conference room be fixed so that we don't have to pay for the venue. The audition will start at nine o'clock in the morning, and you will be the head of the panel as per the agreement during the meeting. A representative from the company will come to help with the selection to qualify for the product endorsement," Meynard explained. I simply sat silently and listened to what Meynard was saying because I couldn't comprehend what he said.
I'll admit that I've been struggling with what I've been doing recently. I'm an idiot most of the time, and I don't mean to be. It's a good thing that, despite the fact that I know Meynard was also harsh on me, he was able to quickly catch up with my difficulties. So, I'm not sure what I'd do without Meynard, because I may have been fired by mistake if he hadn't been helping me. I also have difficulties sleeping at night, and when I do, I keep dreaming about my father and his reaction. So, I'm like my mother already because I drink almost every night since it's difficult for me to be overwhelmed by what happened. My guilt is still haunting me as a result of what happened.
I'm concerned about what may occur afterwards. We're going to meet with the private investigator I hired and Uncle Rick to talk about what we can do to find Teresa and Gabrielle Therese. Although there is no guarantee, I must do it for daddy's sake since this is what he wanted to do when he was still alive, as he informed me the last time we spoke. Maybe what I do will calm me down, and I'll be able to do something that will make Daddy pleased because I'm fulfilling his plan to bring his child back. And because of what I'm going to do, I also remembered my mom and what she will probably say when she finds out about all of this.
"Sir, are you ready for the meeting later?" he asked me today as we ate lunch in my office.
I'm so nervous. I'm not sure if I'm prepared to hear what Uncle Rick has to say later. I'm not sure how much information he can provide to help with the investigation, "I answered."
"Do you believe Sir G hasn't told you much yet?"
I'm not sure either, eh?"
That's one of the reasons I regret expressing my rage at that time. Things just would not have been this hard. I wish I didn't have such a terrible problem today, and I wish Mom wasn't in that situation either. I'm not sure. "I admit it's all my fault, if I'm to blame for everything that occurred," I admitted regretfully.
"Sir, I believe there are certain things that are unavoidable and beyond our control. Everything has a reason why it had to happen that way, "he soothed my heart.
It's all my fault. Whenever I look at my mom, I feel bad for her. I'm at a loss as to what to do with her.Mommy and I need to be able to rely on each other.It's really all my fault. I'm sure Mommy wouldn't be able to drink it if it hadn't happened. "
It's difficult for Ma'am Barbs to accept what happened; no one wants it to happen, and no one knows it will happen; it's chaotic, but we have no choice but to face and accept what has already happened."
At that moment, I'll admit that it was extremely tough for me to accept what occurred, and that's also how I view my mom; is that why I'm doubly terrified and anxious about what to do? I don't know what Mommy's reaction will be when she finds out about what I'm going to do. I'm afraid that when this stuff gets to her, I can no longer tolerate it if something horrible happens to her. "
Please don't let those things happen, because then I'm sure no one else will know because only the four of us know about this matter so far, and you can depend on me not to say anything about it, "he assured me.
I know Nard. I trust you. I also trust Uncle Rick. And I know this private investigator has worked for a long time, so we can hope we can trust him.
Hopefully, the hunt for the mother and daughter will continue smoothly, and everything will be fine, even though we know that nothing will ever be changed because Sir G. is gone now, "he said.
We spoke about some random topics for a long time after we finished eating. It just took us a little longer to finish eating because it was a good conversation because we didn't have another appointment today, if not later, just after work; after all, what will be done for the project is finalized unless there are last-minute changes that cannot be avoided, but so far, everything is fine with the product endorser audition for the commercial.
Meynard and I left the office together just after five o'clock in the afternoon. He took us to a hotel, as usual, so we could meet Uncle Rick and the private investigator. I reserved a private room to ensure that no one could see or hear what we were discussing. Our meeting was set for seven o'clock, but we left the office early since we knew there would be traffic.
"Good afternoon, sir," the hotel employee said when I walked in. Because Meynard had parked the car, I was ahead of him.
"Hello and good afternoon."
"Do you have a reservation, sir?"
"Yes, I have a private room reservation under the name Alejandro Miguel Sansebastian."
"All right, sir, please follow me this way," he said as he led me to the private room I had rented.
"Would you like to order your beverages while we wait, sir?"
"Ah, certainly, I'd have a Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee on the rocks please," I requested.
"Is there anything else, sir?"
"None so far; that's all for now; thank you."
"Alright sir, I'll be back in a few minutes."
That was the last thing I heard from him, and I didn't even bother to look at it. I just heard him go away from where I was seated. I could hear the door opening and closing. I recall him eventually appearing to accept my order.
I heard someone open and lock the door shortly after. I didn't check to see who it was since I was too preoccupied reading emails on my iPhone while waiting for my order.
"Come on!" said Meynard.
"Oh, what took you so long to come here?"
"Sir Rick and I bumped into the parking lot; he was just in the lobby chatting to someone he knew; we met him on our way here, so I left him there first so I could get here first," he added.
"Is that so?"
Has the investigator yet arrived? I inquired.
"Not yet, but it's still early. It's only six thirty," he answered.
Of course, it's far too early for us, "Meynard agreed."
"That's good since I don't want to be late for the meeting, especially because I can only see him and speak to him in person now."
"Of course, Sir Rick is here," I said as I rose to welcome Rick, who was approaching Meynard and me with a smile on his face.
"How are you, son?" "I said," he said, as soon as he approached, and then he hugged me.
"I'm not okay yet, but I have to move on with my life," I said regretfully to her.
"It's genuinely like that because accepting everything isn't simple, but I know everything will be okay soon."
"Yes, it will be okay soon. Thank you for coming here today, uncle. By the way, what do you want to drink?
I don't have a problem with drinking. No matter what is available, I'm not picky. You know me, "he chuckled, despite the fact that I knew there was some tension since it wasn't natural for him to laugh or be pleased with me right now. I can say that in the long time I've known and been with my uncle, I've gotten to know him by his actions.
Why does he seem nervous around me? What exactly are the ones I don't know yet? Can I hear all that now? "
Ah, I ordered Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee, maybe it's coming because it's been a while, "I said.
"You really like your father. That's also what he likes to drink, "he recalled.
In fact, he really influenced me with that, "I told Uncle Rick."
"You are really Gabriel's son." There aren't many more questions about that matter. You got a lot from your daddy, Miggy, including your dedication and commitment to life. "
"But I don't want to be like him in every way, since I have no plan to betray my own family," I said knowingly. I know my uncle was astonished by what he heard from me, and I, too, was surprised when it came out of my lips, but I can't change it. So, I didn't act as though I was startled by what I said. While Meynard is sitting silently beside me,
I'm aware that the tension is rising, but I'm also aware that we're both obligated not to mail in each other's presence. Fortunately, the waiter arrived with the wine I had requested just as the private investigator we had been expecting arrived.
"I'm sorry, sir, for keeping you waiting," the waiter apologized.
"Don't worry about it," I said.
Good evening, I'm sorry for being late. Bad traffic struck me," the waiter interrupted our conversation with a man of medium height, who appeared to be in his early forties, mirrored, a leather sling purse hanging over his right shoulder, and topped off with a black hat, seeing the white button-down white polo in a brown leather jacket. I can't tell what shoes he's wearing since he's locked in black.
Good evening, "I remarked matter-of-factly." Tito jumped up to shake his hand, and they introduced themselves before he introduced us. Then I rose to shake his hand.