They both traveled again to another place on the Christmas day of the year.
Carl had been telling Dylan to show her where he stays but he refused.
"Our relationship is a year old but I don't know where you live in America." She said when they had been dating for twelve months.
Carl had gotten back the Rodriguez house from the government and this made Dylan happy.
"My love, I promise to let you know when the time is right." He said and Carl laughed.
"When the time is right. When will it be right? This relationship would surely come to an end when we get back to America. I don't trust you ever." Carl said with tears on her face.
"Carl!" Dylan called, but she shoved his hand away.
Dylan took in a deep breath and thought.
"Alright, I am going to show you where I live," Dylan said taking in a deep breath.
"Until then, my word still stands," Carl said.
Dylan rushed up the stairs and threw himself on the bed.
"I love you, Carl, but how are you going to feel going to my house tomorrow?" He asked himself.
He looked at his wall and imagined himself taking Carl to his house and she gets irritated and decides to leave him.
"Alright, I will show her where I live so I will get to know if she loves me or not," Dylan said to himself.
He got up from the bed and walked down to Carl. He wanted to touch her but knew he couldn't touch her now so he walked to her front and bent.
"I have decided to take you to my house first thing tomorrow." He said and Carl shook her head.
"We should do like always. Go to my house then yours." Carl said and Dylan nodded.
"Alright, we will do that," Dylan said.
Carl smiled, looking at him, and wondered if he was thinking he wouldn't take her to his house.
Throughout the day, Dylan couldn't touch Carl.
"I hope you would be glad to see where I live," Dylan said.
"Anywhere is okay by me. So far, it isn't a den or a wolf park." Carl said making Dylan laugh.
They both had their dinner and went to sleep.
Carl slept smiling; she hoped Dylan wouldn't give any excuse.
...
The next day, they walked to the airport with Joel. The flight took them some hours.
Carl's parents, along with Juan, came to welcome Carl back to America.
"How was your trip?" Mr. Robin asked Carl who responded positively.
"You are welcome, my daughter and my son..." Her mother was saying when Carl interrupted.
"Mother, I thought of you and Dad while I was away," Carl said.
Dylan smiled knowing that Carl was still angry with him and didn't want her mother to greet him.
Some minutes later, they entered the car and left for their home.
In Carl's car, Joel drove, but Carl sat next to him, leaving Dylan in the back seat.
An hour later, they got to her house and she said goodbye to her parents goodbye. She walked into the house and was greeted by both Kamela and Melinda, but instead of responding to their greetings, she walked up to her room.
"What happened to the Miss?" Kamela asked, looking at Joel, who shook his head.
Dylan walked to the couch and dropped his bag then he sat down.
After some minutes, Carl walked down and looked at Joel, then at Dylan, who looked bored.
"Let's go." She said and walked to the door.
She stopped for a while and looked at Kamela along with Melinda.
"Thanks." She said and went out with Joel.
Getting out, Joel looked at his car and smiled.
He walked with Carl to her car.
"I am going to drive," Dylan said.
"Why is that?" Carl asked and Dylan took in a deep breath.
"We are heading to my house." He said.
"Alright, let's move," Carl said and Dylan started the engine.
Along the way, they were stopped by the cop who informed them that the area they were heading to had been attacked.
"Do any of you live there?" The officer asked.
"No, but I need to pass there," Dylan said.
The officer gave them another way to pass the area.
"Thank you, officer," Dylan said and kept driving.
Getting to the road leading to his area, he prayed and then continued.
On seeing him in a car, two girls ran to the car.
"Can you stop the car?" Carl asked and both men looked at her.
Dylan feared she didn't like the area.
"Dylan, I am so tempted to say you look cute in this car." One of the ladies said, approaching the ca,r, but Dylan shook his head.
Carl interrupted Dylan as he was about to speak to the lady.
"We are heading somewhere, please," Carl said, but another lady interrupted.
"We have always waited to meet with you again as you are every lady's choice in..." The lady was saying but this word got Carl annoyed.
"Can you move aside?" She asked but they didn't answer.
Joel walked out of the car and on seeing him, the ladies ran away. He entered the car and Dylan kept driving.
Minutes later, he got to his house and stepped out of the car.
"This is where I live," Dylan said.
Joel held Carl's hand and advised her to allow him to get down first.
He got down first then Carl.
Some ladies watched as they got out of the car and were amazed to see Carl.
"You mean you live here?" Carl asked, and Dylan smiled, turning to Joel.
"You should wait here with the car," Carl said to Joel and they walked in together to the house.
Getting into the house, Carl looked around and had her sit on the couch in the living room while Dylan stood staring at her.
"Why did you sell off your house?" Carl asked and Dylan walked over to sit beside her.
"What are you talking about?" Dylan asked and Carl smiled.
"In the quest to know where you are living? I went to your house at Road 22, Ambrose Street when my mother guessed you were the one she saw in the news the other day." Carl said and Dylan took in a deep breath.
"The house wasn't sold by my father but by my mother." He said and looked at her face.
"I do not understand, what are you saying?" Carl asked.
"I guess it is time to tell you about me," Dylan said and sniffed.
"You may go on," Carl said.
"I lived with my parents happily until my mother changed." Dylan started. "Her change made me hurt because she made it known that she married my dad for his wealth. Then I was thirteen years old."
He paused for a while then continued.
"She tried molesting me but couldn't have her way, so she made my father transfer the property to her name, which my father did out of love. She left us when I was fifteen years of age and we discovered that the house is no longer ours." Dylan continued. "She tried getting custody of me, but due to the fear of getting hurt, I chose to stay with my father, and we never heard from her. My father rented this house with the little penny he had with him but he was very ill. He died six years later from stress, leaving me in this house. "
Dylan made an end to his speech, and Carl hugged him, feeling remorse.
" You went through a lot due to that bitch." Carl said and Dylan held her hand.
"Carl!" He called looking down.
"Yes, Dylan," Carl said.
"I would like to say..." He was saying then kept shut.
"What do you have to say?" She asked.
"I have seen my Mom before she got arrested." He said and Carl nodded.
"I understand you. You won't like to make it known to me after all that she did to you." Carl said.
"She was the boss of my former place of work," Dylan said. "She has a daughter called Nadosh.." Dylan was saying.
"Nadosh!" Carl called and Dylan nodded.
"Yes, that is her name." He said and Dylan nodded.
"She made our work easy in getting your mother. She said that the woman murdered her father." Carl said.
Do you know where she is? " Dylan asked.
" She didn't disclose where she is, saying that no one should look for her; she is better where she is. " Carl said.
"I thought it was Joy," Dylan said but Carl shook her head.
Dylan looked at Carl and smiled. He needed to see his sister once again to know if she was fine, but how was he when she didn't want anyone to know of her location?
He took a deep breath and looked at Carl who sighed.
"I would like to be on my way now," Carl said and Dylan got up.
"Won't you like to take anything?" He asked and Carl sat down back.
Dylan walked into his kitchen and walked to the living room some minutes later.
"Here you go." He said dropping some bread and drinks before Carl.
Carl stared at the bread, then at Dylan, and pointed to the couch.
"Do have your seat." She said. "I have a question."
Dylan had his seat looking at her as she turned to look at him.
"Yes, Carl," Dylan said sitting.
"Why this place?" She asked and Dylan understood her question.
"My father's memories are here." He said and Carl smiled.
"Your father's memory is in your heart," Carl said and Dylan sniffled.
"My earnings have always been to take care of myself." He said and Carl smiled.
She turned to the little bread with a drink and ate it.
She got up when she was done and smiled.
"I will get back to you." She said, giving Dylan a peck, then walked out of the house, making Dylan smile.
"She looked calm," Dylan said.
He was expecting her not to sit comfortably but she did. He only hoped she would get back to him as she said.
...
Carl entered the car with Joel in the driver's seat.
"You look worried, Miss," Joel said while driving.
"Worried?" Carl asked smiling.
"Yes, Miss," Joel said.
Carl could not deny the fact that she was thinking.
"Joel, I would like to ask...?" She paused talking while Joel drove on.
"I would like to get him a new house." She said.
"Why is that, Miss?" Joel asked.
Carl began to tell Joel about the conversation she had with Dylan in the house.
"You can but with his permission," Joel said when Carl made an end to explaining herself.
"Alright, I will surely do that." She said. "I will also need to get him some new clothes."
Joel smiled while fixing his gaze on the road.
"That would be good and can easily be done," Joel said and Carl smiled.
"You will only need to invite him to the fashion house and your workers will take his measurements." Joel also said and Carl nodded.
"Wow, that will be great," Carl said and turned to look at the road smiling.
"Dylan, forever in my heart." She said as Joel kept driving.
Some hours later, they got home, and Carl advised Joel to wait a little, not because she needed him but because she wanted him to speak with Kamela.
She smiled seeing Kamela come to greet her.