It's been over two weeks now since my kids and the other two have been declared missing with no trace of kidnap or anything like that.
I have been forced to stay at home, not just by my husband and my mother, but for the fact that I signed up for a sick leave which was approved and that had kept me at home temporarily. I had two more weeks to stay home before I can resume work fully.
I was beginning to get tired of the whole thing. Because of my health, whch Alex found out by himself when he stumbled into the test result by himself, I was made to do literarily nothing but sleep all day.
The only chance I was allowed to leave the house is only when I have an appointment with the doctor, which is usually once or twice a week, for my health check up.
Mom does the cooking and some clean up as she could. Alex dies the shopping, especially when Mom is busy with other house chores.
I was beginning to add weight, my skin tone brighter than the previous weeks. Alex comments that I was becoming more beautiful. That usually was sweet and lovely until when I lost my children.
I can't say for sure if I have lost them entirely, since they have not been confirmed dead and their body found, so for the meantime, we hope that they are still alive.
Another thing to note is that, the kidnappers if there was any haven't called to ask for ransom, which is their usual step to take after every kidnap.
Personally, I have waited every single day for an unknown or random number to call and request for a ransom, but every single time, I get disappointed, because I get nothing.
Jessica never fails to check up on me and sometimes come around after work just to see me before finally going home. I felt pathetic and so was I, because I was living like someone who had no hope for survival.
I have complained a lot of time to Alex for keeping me home w eru single day while he goes to work. None of the complains has ever worked, because after everything, I still end up staying at home.
I do not fancy my mother's company, and please do not blame me for that as it wasn't my fault. My mother was a top police officer before she finally retired on an early stage, when my father died.
My mother was usually out, as she was being transferred from one state to another. She was rarely at home, as she took her business more seriously than she took her family.
My Dad on the other hand who was a business tycoon was mostly around, because of us, I and my only brother. He was always there for us, making sure we lacked nothing at all. He became our mother and father and I was very close to him than my mother. He knew virtually everything about me, including the girl's stuff as we called it when I was younger.
Whenever my mother comes home, Dad tried as much as possible to get us close to her. He was lucky with my brother, but never lucky with me, so my mother remained a stranger to me.
The worst thing that happened was when my Dad died about eight to ten years ago, just a while after my Mom retured. I hated everyone around me and kept blaming my mother for his death.
Though, I knew it wasn't her fault since he died in an accident on his way back from a business trip. I stopped talking to my mother for some years, before I finally got to my senses.
Although we started to build this relationship and bond, but I made sure it was never as that I had with my father. Till now, it's still hard to go along with her, though I try as much as possible not to have issues with her, especially for the fact that she was staying in my house for the meantime.
Today, Mom went out. Said she had a school for old women that she needed to attend and mentioned that she might come late, based on when the class she was having would end.
I was happy when she announced that, atleast I would have some sort of freedom and even cook what I have been wanting to prepare for a while now.
As soon as she left late in the morning, just about thirty minutes ago, for the place she talked about earlier. I went to the kitchen and prepared my special yam with spiced sauce, my personal recipe, no one cooks my sauce the way I do.
After devouring the meal all by myself, of course I had no company, so you can't blame me, I washed the plates I used, then I transferred the sauce into a container and put in inside the freezer in a way that no one could suspect.
I went to the sitting room and decided to watch some movies to keep myself busy for the while. As I was watching the movie, something came into my mind.
Earlier last week, my husband and the detectives went to Nancy's people to inform them about the kidnap as well as Frank's family. We had to compensate them, especially Frank's wife because she was pregnant with three more kids to look after.
I was wondering, if I could get my answers from any of the family members. What if those kidnappers weren't for us, I mean, what if they wanted one of them, but because they were in the car together, they were all carried away.
I have seriously thought about the reason one might want to have my children, the only thing that came to my mind is the money involved. Of course, my husband was very rich and personally, I could pay our bills single handedly, so we were very comfortable.
But, considering the fact that the kidnappers haven't requested for money, that means something else is involved, that's not a fact though, just an assumption, but at times like this, some assumptions might be right.. Maybe, they don't know that the kids parents are rich, or maybe, those kidnappers came for either Nancy or the driver, Frank.
Maybe, I should go check out for myself, my instincts might be right on this one, who knows what I could really find. I thought deeply to myself.
If I was going to embark on this little journey of mine, then I'll have to be very careful not to let anyone find out about it. Not even Jessica of all people. If Jess is aware and I don't have it as a secret, I am sure that it could get spilled and Alex might find out about it.
If Alex does find out, I might end up struggling with my whole marriage this time around.
I think, the first thing I need to do is to go to Nancy's place or Frank's place and find out for myself, if anything had happened between them and someone that could make the person come after them.
If their answer is no, then that means that I have totally wasted my whole time going to meet them just to ask questions that led me no where.
I sat down to think about this deeply. This is an outright risk. Am I sure that I will be able to pass through unscathed? I wondered.
What if I go and then, something happens on the road, maybe the traffic, or something I cannot predict hinders me from coming home and then, I get stuck out there and I return home so late.
No one will believe that it's my first time sneaking out of the house. They will think it's what I have been doing.
But then, come to think of it, what if I actually go out there and find out something, an important information that I would need to find my children and bring them back home. By that time, no one would be thinking of how I went out to search for an answer, everyone will be rejoicing with me.
I just have two options, Try it and find out, or just sit at home and do nothing at all. Either ways, I will find something.
If I go and I'm successful, I will find the answer every single person involved has been looking for, but if I don't, then there might be no answer at all and my kids... Well no! My kids will always come back, because I will definitely find my answer!
Well, there then, that's the spirit and I am totally sticking to my plan, whatsoever may be. I will leave the house, but I will be conscious of how long it's gonna take me to leave the house and get back home just in time.
Tomorrow will be just the perfect timing, I gladly anticipate in optimism. I said to myself, smiling.