Turning away from the window she brushed up against me, as she stepped back into the main room. Desperately, I searched my mind for something intelligent to say, but all I could think of was my relief at being out of the tiny dimensions of the kitchen, so that i could keep a safe, chivalric distance from this exquisite interloper. But my relief was short-lived when I realized to my chagrin that Id left open the door to my bedroom. And before I could do anything to prevent her, she had gone through that door. Amaka, I ... We almost collided as she hastily emerged. What a pleasant apartment, you have here... Her voice was an octave higher than usual. Thanks but I dont think it... I chirped. Hmmm, it is nice and cool... Each of us spoke without waiting for the other to finish, our voices joining into a nervous fugue. Lemme show you the study I started moving away but she held me back. I will be leaving tomorrow for the states, because my dad says... Tomorrow! But you... Yes, I know what I said still holding my hand, she continued but my dad wants me out before the elections. I tried to move, say or do something but the whole world turned dark to me and I was lost. She touched my face only for me to realized that she cleaned tears that had wet my cheeks, I sniffed and moved away. And so she stepped closer, if you were sincere in what you said... I stared at her. what I said? As best I try to remember what I said but my mind was clouded. At Charles, she said shrilly. Our conversation at his birthday party Oh. And so. If you were sincere, if you have something to ask me, I... She faltered. I couldnt look at her face. I stared instead at the hollow of her throat, at her delicately dark skin, the infinitely touching pulse. Of course I was sincere, I managed. But... Amaka. You must understand that I ... I began again. Amaka. You could have anyone you want and your dad... She laughed. I have given it some thought and you may not be entirely what my dad wants for her daughter. But, she paused, touched my face but this time not to wipe any tears but to lift it so I could look her at the face, I too am a adventurer, in my own way. Miss Ane. Ummm. Would you do me the of ... sharing my life? She took a deep breath. Yes What began as a formal pledge, a chaste, respectful kiss to seal our betrothal, turned, before I was aware of what was happening, into a passionate embrace. Her arms wound around my neck, her delicate breast burned into my rough shirt. Her smooth, flat belly pressed up against me. I pulled away. Its time to be getting back to the office. Certainly, if that is your desire, Mr Ogbaegbe. she gazed at me steadily. Uh, dont you think I groped for the right tone, that since were to be married, you might begin to call me Chigozie? Ever since that day, she said quietly, to myself, I have called you Chigo. My heart was too full for words. But fate have another twist for me. To be continued...
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 23:18:03 +0000