==THE VILAGE GIRL== EPISODE 15 He grabbed her hand. Mma, sit. Mma hesitated. He nodded reassuringly. Sit down. She sat down on the tall bed, a sizable space between them. You are not going back to the village. Not now. When the time is right, I will take you. I need to speak with your mother personally. Even if I wanting to stay, I fitting not. Madam saying-- Ssh. He dropped his hand on her shoulder. Mma did not shift any closer. He did. Mma felt uneasy. Dont worry about Madam. I will talk to her and she will come around. He smelt masculine, the stimulating scent you get when body scent mixed with applied scent on clean skin. He wore grey shorts below a white shirt. Mma caught the sight of the sprinkling of curly hair on his thighs and looked away quickly. But-- He held her face, each hand to one cheek, so that their eyes met. You will stay, do you hear? The heavy seriousness in his eyes was stirring. Mma nodded. Good, he said. When he left the room, Mma cancelled her earlier decision to leave in the morning but she did not unpack yet. The Monday morning that followed was different. Everything about it was wrong, not morning-like. It did not come with the usual joy that mornings brought. It was unusually dark, swollen dark-grey clouds filled the sky. There were occasional wind gusts, the curtains billowing each time they came. Once it was strong enough and the cans and bottles of soap and related items on the window wall of the bathroom fell to the floor. Richard was gone. He left quite earlier than usual. The new project they were working on belonged to a Lebanese and those people tend to get quite finicky...when they are rich. Cynthia did not go to work or neither for her usual morning walk which she did on days she did not go to work. Stella knocked on the door. Who is that? Madam, its me. Stella, what is it? Her voice was low, almost muffled, like one talking with piece of plastic bag over her mouth. Madam, I want to tell you something. Not now. Come back later. Madam, its serious o. There was a long pause. Stella stood there waiting. Madam? Finally the door opened a notch and Cynthias face poked out. What is it? Something was not right about her face. It wasnt as smooth as it has always been. Her cheeks appeared swollen and her eyes seemed to have sank deeper into her face. There was a large pimple on the lower part of her left cheek near her lower lip. Madam, its about Oga. Cynthia left the door and Stella walked in. What about him. He slept in Mmas room the whole night. What? Yes. I saw him enter and he did not come out. Cynthias face took a whole new transformation, this time nothing suggesting exhaustion. Only one word was close -- frightening. It was like where one put fire to a lump of petrol-soaked foam material. She banged on Mmas door with what seemed to be all the energy she could muster. TO BE CONTINUED
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