WHEN YOU LOVE

A GOOD THING

What if moments are part of life, but Lee never experienced one. He was sure of every choice he made, and he regretted none until that day.

Lee sat and wondered if Sana would come home. The clock struck 10 PM when the man heard the sound of keys.

"Sana?"

"No, dad, it's me. Where's Sana?" Dylan asked once in the living room.

"She went out," Lee replied and got up.

"What are you doing, dad?"

"I'm going to go and look for her."

Dylan noted the Scottish peak in his father's words. Things were heavy when his accent was out.

"Did you guys argue?" The boy asked.

"No, it's just me. I told Sana something she wasn't happy to hear. Now I have to try and fix it." Lee said as he tied the laces of his sneakers.

Dylan recognized his father there. Though a proud man, Lee was never afraid to make the first step. It was a quality Dylan admired. At the same time, he was tired of seeing his father running after people. First, his mom and now Sana, couldn't his father live the life of peace he deserved?

"Are you guys going to call it quits?" Dylan asked.

"I hope not. I love her too much."

Lee left with these words, the hope Sana felt the same way about him and that she'll forgive him this time around. Lee could only imagine Sana wanting a child and him having to explain later. He knew his vasectomy was a lot to register, and his timing was lousy, but it was better to swim through the gritty then.

At least now they had the time to seek answers.

Lee got in his car and realized he didn't know where to look. He drove around the blocks and went to the park. He then entered a few fast food and coffee shops before sending a message.

Where could she be?

Lee tried to analyze and refine his thoughts when the light bulb lit up on the most despicable face.

"Bloody hell anything, but her," Lee muttered "what the heck, fuck it.

The option was ugly, but it was the only one. Sana only knew two other households in London. One was Camille's, and Lee doubted Sana would cry on the viragos' shoulder. The other was Keelas,' though a nuisance, the childhood friend remained the most probable crybaby outlet.

Sana had hinted the woman lived somewhere around Greenwich. The man consulted the yellow pages. Then Lee stopped to ponder, perhaps Sana needed a moment alone, and she didn't want to see him. Lee would have gone back home if thoughts of Keela influencing Sana like a demon on her shoulder didn't plague him.

In the meantime, Keela preached for her parish.

"Do you want to sleep here? I know the situation isn't ideal, but I'm glad to see you. I have to admit I'm not too fond of how you ignore me at work. We've been friends for over two decades. It's horrible to think it's over."

"Who did it, Keela?" Sana shook her head in disapproval, "you always have to find a way to reel attention back on you, don't you?"

Keela closed her eyes a second to reflect, "sorry, but like I don't have many occasions to speak to you lately. I want my friend back, Sana. Is it too much to ask? ㅡI'm sorry for interfering in your relationship with Lee. How many times do I have to tell you? You know what, as disgusting as it may sound, I'm a little pleased this incident happened, and I was able to speak to you. Can you imagine that I have to wait for a disaster to see you?"