The wife

  "When will you give me a grandson Nathan?" Nathan listened as his mother brought that subject up once again. What could he do to satisfy the woman? His mother was a tall woman in her early fifties. One with the mouth of a teenager. She could never just stop babbling. Nathan could hardly believe he was spawned by the woman. Her hair was dirty blonde with faint streaks of the grey but she did a good job hiding them using hair treatments. Her skin was porcelain white almost making her as white as a corpse and it had fine lines to adorn her transition into old age. She was not welcoming it well, however. She masked her face in Mary Kay in hopes to defy nature and it was a failing battle. He, on the other hand, had picked most of his features from his late father. He had the same hair color as his mother but he earned his chiseled features from his no-nonsense father. His built-up body was a work of his, the only thing he took seriously in his teenage years. Things have changed but going to the gym once a week had become a part of him. His light caramel skin, a mixture of his mother's ghost-white skin and his father's ebony skin color. Nathan's mum reached out to pick a cracker from a tray that was placed on the enamel-coated stool. Stuffing her mouth with the plain but not bitter snack, She continued to rant. "Are you even listening to me?" Nathan was not. His mother's visit was interrupting his perfectly planned day. His face was plastered on his phone where he had written his schedules for the day and how his mother had swallowed up two hours and ruining his life. What he had to do for family! "I am mother," Nathan replied absentmindedly as he watched his mother stuff another of his maid's cracker into her mouth. "You shouldn't eat too much of that," Nathan commented when he watched his mother pick another one. His mother flayed her hands at him sending some of the grains on his perfectly ironed shirt and making it dirty. "Good gracious!" He yelled when this happened. "Mom! I had a really important meeting!" Nathan yelled louder gaining the maid, Betty who peeked from the kitchen to see what drama she was missing. "Don't you yell at me!" Her voice turned hoarse and Nathan could tell she was about to be more dramatic. "I just want what's best for you. I might not live long enough to see you happily married." She sobbed. "Even if..." She continued to Nathan's aching ears." it's Betty." Nathan raised an eyebrow. He had nothing against Betty but she wasn't just his type. He cherished control and he knew Betty would never even let him taste that. The girl held her pride in high esteem despite being a worker. Nathan brushed back his brownish hair backward as he thought of a good way to get rid of his mother. She was staying with him for a week before she moved back to Greece, where his family manor resided. "Ok, Mom! I have a girlfriend. If I bring her home, would you be satisfied and let me be?" Nathan watched his mother face lit up with excitement. "I knew it." She stated, snapping her fingers like she had gotten a brilliant business idea. "Bring her home, Nathan. I want to talk to her." His mother mused. What a drama queen! Nathan checked his phone again for his schedule. Of he didn't plan his move now, he would be late and like really late. He had a meeting with Mr. Duarte Suarez, another business mogul that could make his company hit the world. "So...I have to go. Betty will help you with anything you need. I'll be back at four in the afternoon." And before his mother could assert her opinion or another one of her many ridiculous ideas. He strode out. His mother watched in silence as he threaded out the doorway and his bulky frame slowly disappeared in the light. "At least he was bringing his girlfriend." She pacified herself and reached out to the tray to pick another cracker only to find out it was empty. She sulked and called on the maid to give her a refill. Her son was coming home soon and she could hardly wait to see his woman of choice.