Tales Of Love

Julian Brabra spent the remaining work hours absentmindedly. He was curious to meet who that caller was. He checked his wristwatch for the upteenth time and saw he had an hour left before the closing time.

He tidied up his work and waited agitatedly for the clock to tick to the last second. As soon as it was 4:00pm. He took his portfolio and walked out.

He had arrived at the venue of the address sent but realized he was Supposed to arrive a few minutes before 5pm. He waited patiently in his car as different thoughts crossed his mind.

Was anything wrong with Maxwell that he didn’t know? Why wasn’t Anna informed to come along with him? Or perhaps, he was Supposed to call her to join him there. He called her line but she didn’t pick his call. He dialed it two more times and still Anna was not answering. He shrugged and decided to go in alone.

Two minute left, Julian Brabra stepped out of the car and took the elevator to room 520 of the hotel room. As he got to the door of the room, before knocking, the door was opened for him and he stepped in.

As soon as he walked in, the door was shut and he came face to face with a familiar face.

Julian Brabra squinted. This face was familiar and they had met in a certain place but cannot remember where. “You came at the nick of time. That’s the spirit of a father” Tate Owen teased and motioned him to take a seat. Julian Brabra sat with his legs crossed.

Tate Owen poured them juice, and sipped from his own glass but Julian Brabra didn’t touch his. He was waiting quietly and hiding his curiosity. He was really anxious about why this fellow said what they have to discuss concerning his son.

Tate Owen placed his glass on the center table before them and gave a grunt. He stared straight at Julian Brabra sitting in front of him with a wry smile. This man has occupied the position of father for his son Max, it’s time for him to step down for the rightful person.

“I called you earlier, you and I have met once. And like I introduced myself to you then, I am……..” “Tate Owen” Julian Brabra blurted out. Anna had told him this fellow was the son of her mum’s best friend and had the same kind of mental illness. Was he really the one that called him?

“Oh, you have a good remembering ability. I didn’t know you were still going to remember my name after these few years. It’s been over three years since I saw you with Anna at the hospital. You both came…..”Tate Owen would have continued had Julian Brabra not interrupted him.

“Why did you call me here? And tell me at once” Julian Brabra snapped at him. Why was he saying irrelevant things, if only he knew how curious and anxious he was to know why he called him, he wouldn’t be saying non-essential things. Anna was right, he was really having a mental illness.

“Oh… be patient. Why are you so anxious? I am going to tell you everything you need to know. If I had nothing to say would I have called you?” Tate Owen asked persuasively.

By the time he finished telling him what he had to say, he’s sure his face would go sullen and his lips would be unable to utter any word.

“Fine then, the earlier you start your discussion on why you invited me, the better for the both of us” Julian Brabra retorted back. His calmness was giving way to hostility. He stared at Tate Owen with a sneer.

Tate Owen chuckled. This fellow doesn’t know that he was trying to talk things with him in a friendly manner. He even dared to raise his voice at him and looked at him disdainfully. If he wants to go this way, then he will accompany him to the end.

“I want custody of my Son!” Tate Owen’s statement came as a plain sentence.