11 Hours Earlier on Valentine Day.
Araba’s desire and passion heated the whole room like a blazing fire. My breath couldn’t quench the heat; enjoying every bit of her body. Our body glued to each other to the extent we had no room for air, we moaned on our skins. She smelled so good and that turned me on so easily. My prostate was on full guard on the ready for me to give it a go! But I had other plans. I wanted to wet Araba beyond imaginations. I wanted her legs to tremble like an earthquake rumbling the ground. Yes, she made me feel good, it’s only best to return the favor.
Her words howling in my head like a siren telling me to go down on her. Removing her pants felt like days as I savored every millisecond as the pant caressed her skin while planting kisses here and there with the motive to keep her in cliffhanger. Finally, the cookie was in the open. I got closer to her cookie and she used her hand to push me aside unexpectedly.
“What was that for? I thought you want this?”
“I….. I want this?” Her tone with a certain edge.
“Sorry, we want this, Araba, you know how much I like you so much.” In times like these, women are always superior; they have your balls in their hands.
“Luis, I am not so sure about this, about us. What do you want from me?” she said waiting for an answer, what does she expects me to say now? Oh my God, just some few seconds, we had something going and now, women can be so dramatic.
“Araba, as it stands you are the only woman in my life. I have no one.”
“Yeah, I am your second option, right?”
“No, No Love. You mean the world to me.” I manage to say with all sincerity.
“I mean the world to you? I see. Then you need to come clean with me Luis. I need to be able to trust you and not the psyche womanizer we all know you to be.”
“Really?” I sniggered. “Is that how you girls see me?”
“What do you think? You need to see how Merissa and the other girls felt when I showed them your picture being the lucky man in my life.”
“Hmm, that’s in the past, Araba. You are my future. I need to tell you something. If I really need to move on with you, you need to know this.”
“Okay, please tell me.” I adjusted myself and to my grave disappointment, Araba began wearing her cloth. I shook my head and got over it. “Merissa and her mother have a large chunk of money invested with me.” I paused.
“Okay,” she said while she put on her top, watching her belly button, drove me nut.
“Yes, and now the money are all gone.”
“How do you mean gone?”
“I seldom use my clientele purse of cash to do my overnight hedging. It involves lot of risk but never had it been this so bad. I’ve lost their entire half a million cedis.”
“What? Half a million. Luis, you are in a big trouble.” She said while she stood up.
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I am confused.”
Araba involuntarily placed her finger in her mouth, thinking.
“You have to leave this apartment.”
“Leave this apartment?”
“Yes, except if you have the half a million cedi to pay the Mensahs.”
“Then you better start packing.”
“Like right now?”
“Yes, now. You are already on the wanted list, Luis. Can’t you think? Do you use your brain to only woo women?”
“Oh my, what am I to do?”
“Just pack a few stuff and lets leaver here.”
“Okay, but where to?”
“You’ll stay at my apartment for the mean time before we can think of something else.”
“But don’t your friends know where you stay?”
“Hmm, I am glad no one knows.”
“Okay good, I will pack my stuff now. Please freshen up.”
“I am already done.”
Late Cold Night…
We got to Luis’s apartment but met a locked room. We were worried over our heels. A neighbor stepped out from his room to look out for the disturbance and perhaps calm the situation we were already creating. The young man approached us and said Luis had packed his belongings and moved out. Just with that word, my mother slumped to the ground. I wasn’t fast enough to grab her but the twenty something looking man was damn fast to have a grip on her.
I shook her very hard, calling her, shouting to the extent that I could hear the clangs of other room security doors opening and closing. My mother was empty, breathless and lifeless. Her shoulder and hands were slouching with no firmness. Other neighbors were approaching now. I didn’t want to make any scene as worse as it was. I told the young man to grab her tight. I quickly opened the entrance gate and the car doors, helped the man to adjust my mother in the rear seat and drove out of the place immediately.
With my lifeless mother at the rear, that fueled my haste to get to the clinic on time. I stepped on the accelerator all the way and had both head-light beaming with my horns hooting at its wake. No car had a chance to block my way, they actually did the reverse and in less than fifteen minutes, mother was carried on a gurney into the emergency ward. And I was left in shambles watching the nurses take my mother away from me. I wondered why she was taking so long to open her eyes.
After half an hour, the nurse came bustling out from the intensive care unit seeking my attention from the doctor. I was relieved but not quite as the nurse refused to tell me the condition of my mother if she had woken up. I gathered my last courage and put my act together and embraced the doctor’s office. The doctor sat on his recliner with a morose face. Several Awards and commendation hung on his white walls but my eyes didn’t scan it thoroughly.
Dr. Akinwale has been our family doctor for ages even before I was born. He wouldn’t play games with me. He would tell me as it is, I assured myself.
“Dr. Akin, please tell me what is going on? Has my mother opened her eyes? Is she alive?”
“Merissa please calm down.”
“Everything is alright.”
“Alright? You mean my mother is okay? Is she alive? Can I see her?”
“Merissa, calm down. Your mother is fine. Yes she has opened her eyes.”
“So what am I doing here? I need to be seeing her and not you.” I stood and about to head out was when the doctor shouted.
“You mother has diabetes”
“What?” I sunk in my chair like a lifeless thing. “Diabetes? How come? She never told me about any sickness.”
“Yes, your mother might have her reasons for not telling you about this but as it stands I have no choice but to tell you.”
“Doctor, what do you mean?”
“Her sickness is worsening. She has Diabetes Mellitus II.”
“OMG! And she kept this from me? Please doctor, what are the odds? Would she make it out from this in one piece?” My lips were shaking.
“Hmm, I believe so. Your mother is a strong and an active woman. Much more reason why she chose to hid this from you. She would fight this.”
“What am I to do doctor? I can’t live my life without her. Please do all you can.”
“You need not to ask Merissa. My team and I are on her case.”
“Please can I see her?”
“Of course, but please be gentle with her. She doesn’t need any news that would send her heart beating wildly.”
I didn’t notice tears had been pulled out from my eyes until the doctor handed me a tissue. I cleaned my tears and walked with him to the ICU. Mother was there in a lifeless form, all she had on her face was a sick smile reassuring me that everything would be alright and to think all this was happening because of Luis, that bastard. He will so pay for this. I will make sure I lock his ass in prison.
A drip stood beside my mother and intravenously tucked into her skin. I collapsed by the side of her bed and began mopping. The doctor quickly helped me to my feet and led me out of the room.
“Why don’t you head home, Merissa, and be back in the morning with fresh clothes and towels for her.”
“Okay doctor,” I sniffed my nose. I headed out of the hospital without any fight and got home at the eleventh hour of the cold night.
The Next Day…
I needed no one to watch and tell me, waking in the curling arms of Huge plastered a beaming smile on my sleepy face. I wanted to celebrate. Jump. Laugh. Hop like a bouncing ball. My eyes opened and met Huge smiling in his sleep. He must be dreaming of us, our future together, I mesmerized. I dismounted the bed and grabbed a tee-shirt of his and wore it which covered my bum seductively. I sauntered, more like hopping like a ballerina to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I got some bread, eggs and Ovaltine. I broke the eggs in the oily frying pan and scrambled it, toasted the bread and heated some water for the tea. I served the meal on a clean tray and headed for the bedroom. When I got to the bedroom, Huge wasn’t there.
“Huge, are you there?”
No response came from the bathroom. He must be in the living room, I thought. With the tray on my hands, I headed to the living room. I heard murmuring indistinct sounds; more like the bearer doesn’t want to be heard. My heart was somersaulting.
I got into the room, my mouth opened wide to what I saw. The tray slipped from my hands. The hot tea splashed on my skin. Huge and his male visitor stopped kissing on hearing the tray slipped from my fingers.
I rushed to the bathroom, locked myself and opened the faucet to cool my hurt legs.
I cried like a child.