TAYLOR:
Inside the very ward, I could see Rolan feeding Malia like she was his wife while she rocked her newborn child. The scene looked like one straight out of heaven and it caused a variety of feelings for me.
This was my husband in there being so sweet and gentle with another woman. If others don't know, his lawfully wedded wife was standing just outside the ward wondering what really went wrong with her marriage.
The two people that drew me to this place already walked away after observing for a while. I gritted my teeth in anger and was about to push the door open to confront them when I heard Malia speak.
"Rolan," she called my husband's name who immediately fixated his eyes on her, "I need your help on a matter. I don't know who else to speak to it about if not you."
That caught Rolan's interest as he sat completely upright with his face lit. "What's the problem? You know I'll be here for you always so tell me what's the matter you need my help with," Rolan told her in return.
Malia took a deep breath first and then looked straight into the eyes of Rolan. After what seemed like an eternity, she decided to speak.
"I want to divorce my husband. I think I chose the wrong man, Rolan. Our relationship hasn't been anything to write home about and with my son here, I don't think I want to continue. I don't want my son to suffer because of my marriage," she explained.
"You want a divorce from your husband?" Rolan asked and there was a hint of excitement in his tone when he did. One would think that he didn't have his own marriage to think about but this was clear indication for me that he never actually fell out of love with Malia.
I couldn't take anymore of what was going on so I left the door alone and turned around to leave. I couldn't confront them now. The courage to do so already left me. The only thing left me in me was hurt.
This was his chance to chase Malia again. After all, he was supposed to end up with her in the first place if his parents hadn't disapproved of his relationship with her. He never really moved on even though she got married to someone else and he did the same.
As soon as I got back to my ward, I went straight for the bathroom to wash my face. I didn't want my brother to see that I was crying again. It would only worry him.
I should have just listened to him when he told me not to marry Rolan. He and Rolan were best friends and he knew everything about Rolan so he had warned me about getting married to him because he knew Rolan still harbored feelings for Malia.
My foolish self had gone against him because of the love I had for Rolan. I thought I could have a place in his heart but I was just never going to amount to anything to him.
It was time to let go of him. I have had enough already.
As soon as I calmed myself down, I went back to the room to speak to my brother who was on his phone while sitting by the bedside.
"Brother," I called his attention and he looked up at me, his eyes carefully scrutinising me as if trying to determine what I wanted to say before I even opened up.
"What's up?" he asked.
I took a seat on the bed as I prepared to give him the speech I already concocted in my head. Hopefully he takes it well.
I was worried about his reaction but I knew I had to let him know my plans.
Carefully and slowly, I announced, "I'm divorcing Rolan."
"I should have listened to you, brother. He's never going to love me. He still only loves Malia and I will never mean anything to me," I sighed and then added, "I just want out."
I expected my brother to scold me or maybe give me the 'I told you so' statement. But that didn't happen.
Instead, he said, "When will you come back home?"
