Diana in pretence broke into tears- she cried and cried as Kyauta who had jumped down in anger seemed very confused.
Kyauta: “Dee, what happened? Why are you in tears,” she fondly called Diana “dee”.
Diana still didn’t stop crying and holding Kyauta’s hands, “Talk to me, please,” she sat down close to her, “why are you crying?”
Finally, she stopped crying,
Diana: “It… it…it’s Bala,” Kyauta sighed, “I want to explain what you saw that day!” Kyauta looked away, “Please, for the sake of our friendship, “she knelt down Kyauta had tears in her eyes already, “ I know you are mad at me and you think I slept with your man!”
Kyauta stood up folding her arms,
Kyauta: “Of course, you almost did if I hadn’t come in at that time!”
Diana buried her head and started crying again. The feigned tears melted away the anger Kyauta felt as she ran back to where her friend was.
Kyauta: “don’t cry again,please,” Diana shook her head and stopped crying, “just tell me the truth and nothing but the truth. I’ll believe you, you’ve being my best friend since infantry but also know that whatever you say might mar or break a union!”she tried looking into her friend’s eyes who looked away.
Diana: “I promise to…The thing is I was coming to your house and you know the short cut passes through Bala’s house, “Kyauta nodded, “I saw Bala and greeted him, “ she burst into tears again stuttering, “As I… as I…”
Kyauta patted her,
Kyuata: “Stop crying Dee. You are breaking my heart with those tears of yours. Stop talking hold your breath please!”
Diana sighed and continued,
Diana: “As I greeted him as he was sitting at the front of the house and when I was about leaving he asked to help him give you a scarf you forgot at his place. Should I have denied such request?” Kyauta felt a new type of rage towards Bala; she nodded, “so I stayed at his door step waiting but he said I should I come in and help me look for it that he hadn’t seen it and I obliged. And when I entered, he started behaving funny trying to touch and I was like Bala what has come over you? When I tried running out he held me, “she threw herself on Kyauta as she started crying, “men are evil. He almost raped me. Thank you my friend! Thank you for saving me!” Kyauta was in tears too.
The tears made her heart heavy,
Kyauta: “Bala you turned out not only as a cheat but a rapist!” turned to her friend, “Don’t worry nothing can ever break our bond. I’m sorry for doubting in the first place!” they hugged as Diana broke into a hidden smile.
Clement was yawning he had just woken up when the thought of Patience sprung on him. He was still in love with her but it was betrayal getting pregnant for another man, he thought. Since he got back he has been avoiding her,
Clement: “If it isn’t sheer wickedness why would she try to see me by all means? To pour more coal of misery upon me?” he said to Bala.
The thought made his tongue feel like he had dipped it in a bottle of vinegar. He felt pained. Very bitter.
“Why? Why? Why would you do this to me?” he said to himself.
The pains were becoming unbearable. He took a pen and carried a book where he usually scribbled his lines, he wrote:
And paused looking into the book chewing his fingers as he was thinking; that was his own writing ritual, chewing of the fingers. Bala had said to him,
Bala: “I just pray you don’t chop off the finger someday!” they laughed about it.
He returned to his book:
Honey dripping from your mouth
You kissed me with,
Enchantment dandled me in its arm
As I giggled, jumped and giggled again.
You took me to a new phase showing me the stars
Said I should see,
“You shine brighter than the star!”
The stars died of envy after your proclamation.
“My refined diamond the day I leave you I stop existing!”
You lay at my feet
And I clung on it as a hungry toddler would to its mother’s breast.
“I love you to a state of abnormality”
“Your love is my Garden of Eden-with plenteous to fed on!”
We kissed until we almost choked life out of ourselves.
Was it a dream?
I sent you flowers and wrote on a piece,
“My love even in death!”
Trampled on them
And poured me dirt.
All the promises-golden
In actual sense were rusty
But as one with artistry in being cunning,
Clement sighed as the words stopped flowing,
Clement: “Lemme take a break!” he yawned again. He heard a voice greeting people in the compound. It was a voice he could recognize. Then there was a knock on his door. He hesitated before answering,
“Clay, are you at home,” she said in Gbagyi.
He, dragging his feet opened the door,
Clement: “What are you doing in my house?” he held the door ajar as he gave a stern look.
Bala was just returning from a meeting he was invited. He was among the planning committee to welcome their administrator in charge of their district, Gurara district. He was a military personnel called Captain Jared Nwanze. During the meeting Bala’s mind was drifting in and out for he kept seeing the picture of Kyauta.
Bala: “Lemme, check on Diana and maybe I’d plead with her to help me talk to Kyauta,” he took the route to the house. The compound looked swept no sign of any human only the goats and chickens that roamed about as he turned to go back. Diana ran out of her room,
Diana: “Bala!” she smiled at him, he feigned one too.
He dint want to go in but she insisted, “It’s a serious matter and we can’t discuss it standing. Come in let’s sit and talk. Bala sat as if he the bed had thorns, “Feel at home please,”she tapped him.
Bala: “Eh,yeah. I am okay. Thank you!” he sighed then added, “I came here to discuss about what happened last time, “ his eyes fell on her succulent and zaftig front.
The gown she wore had buttons but the first two buttons were ripped off and he could almost see her nipples. He looked away!
She could sense the fight within him as he went on with the talk she threw herself on him and started kissing him, pressing him down with her breast that were all out. Aroused, he kissed her back.
Would Bala make out with her? Do you think it was unwise of him to visit her?
To be continued…
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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