A GIFT FROM DADDY

Chapter 2

Koni's POV

"Do you Crystal Williams? Not by the stories you read on tabloids but personally?" I look at the man who still had a confusing look on his face. He somehow looked a lot like my mother. He looks like her in a male version. I was getting nervous as I waited for his response. I started counting every pass by cars on the road and all the footsteps going in and out of the airport. I wanted to count the people according to their voices, distinguishing them from male and female to pass by the deafening, yet intimidating silent in the cab. I clinch my hands together.

"Yes I know Crystal Williams personally," he finally said after five longest minutes of my life. His voice sounded hurt and sad. "Is she your sister?" something told me he could be my uncle, and I was right. " Yes she is my sister. We grew up together, she fell in love with Sam but our father wanted her to get married to this man who was 15 years older than. When she found out she was already in love with Sam and as her elder brother I helped her elope. I ran away from home cause I knew going against my father would make us regret it for life."

"She got married and had you. They were so in love with each other. Every weekend I would call her to check up on her and she was fine. Sam, Koni and her were very much happy. Six years later after your mother eloped, our father crushed her world and she disappeared. She was afraid that our father would kill Sam for eloping with her. My sister is still out there all alone afraid of coming back to her husband. When I confronted my father about this..." My uncle started to sob. I was only 5 years and didn't understand the pain both my parents went through because of grandpa.

He looked up to with those amber eyes, the was pain and misery written all over them. "My father said he wanted to get Crystal married to that man to make his connections with him stronger. Our own father was willing to make his daughter miserable for a financial and power gain. He was no longer a father to me or my sister. I decided for her even thoughts wasn't there. She lost her love because of that man. I searched everywhere for but I couldn't find. I took out this job to maybe get the chance to met her when she comes back."

"Now I am glad I did cause you are here. I didn't see you when you got inside the cab cause I lost hoping of finding her. Your father will be happy to see you. I will drop you off there and I will make a call to him now. Where is Crystal anyway?" My heart broke even more as he asks for my mother. She is in Cronodia (I made up the name, there is no country named Cronodia), six feet under the earth surface. No longer with us because cancer.

"She is dead," I mumbled as I looked outside the window wiping the tears that are threatening to fall. My own voice couldn't hide the pain I had in my heart. How could I hide such a deep hurt? I tried to change the topic as the atmosphere was becoming depressing. "Uncle, you never got to tell me your name?" I asked with a sad smile, trying my hardest to break down again. He quickly returned the smile, his with warmth with it. Somehow it melted my sorrow with it. I felt mine changed from sad to a more warning smile.

"Christopher Hitchens. You can call me Uncle Chris, well that was how you used to call me but I am guessing you forgot as you asked me my name." I felt embarrassed for not remembering his name. Well, no one can blame me as He never visited and I was young when I left this place. Uncle Chris took out his phone and I watched him type something in his phone before turning his attention back to me.

"Ready?" He asked and I nodded. I was confused at first but I realised he must be refering to me meeting my father after a long time. I was nervous cause it had been long since we last saw each other. I was fiddling with my hands and I could feel that Chris was stealing glances now and then. "Are you nervous about meeting your father? You shouldn't cause he will love you. Whenever I call him he be like "Did you find them?" and I used to wish I could say yes. He still asks me even though he is remarried."

Well I am guessing my mother left a permanent print on his heart. It is really amazing that he still loves her till this day. My heart broke for my father, he will feel even more devastated after he learns that his true love is no more. How I wish my mother spent her last days on earth with him. He would have been happy. Maybe or maybe not. "Yes I am nervous uncle Chris," he gave me an assuring smile. The same one my mother gave me when we left this country.

After 15 minutes we arrived at Williams Logistics company. It was a breath taking building. It looked like it was 40 floors if I am not wrong. When we got inside the building I was taken aback by the beauty of the architectural display of the building inside of a building. It was like a building built inside a building that went up to the second floor. A fish rank that hang from the ceiling creating water glimpse inside the reception area. The marble floor was mixed with different shades of colours.

Those are my mother's favourite colours. The walls and all the interior are all designed like how my mother's style. It's more like he wanted to leave a print of her. "This are moms designs uncle Chris, I remember them from when I was searching her room. It's more like they brought her visuals to life. It's breath taking!" I squiled like a toddler who just seen a candy bar. I was happy to see her visuals into life. Her designs into life. How could dad know about them though? I guess they might have discussed it a long time ago. He was a good memory for an old man.

"She was a designer, an interior designer who liked playing with patterns, colours, different styles and cultures and bring them into reality and make a unique touch," uncle Chris says happily. He went over to the receptionist and talked to her. I went over when he called me. As I approached them the receptionist looked at me as if she knows me. I ignored her expression and greeted her.

It took some time for uncle Chris and the receptionist to finished their flirty conversation. I felt as if I am the third wheel. We went to the private elevator and he pressed the last button, floor 40. I guess I was right and my estimation has on point. I mentally pat myself in the back for that.