“Take care honey. I love you.” She whispered, releasing herself from his hug she fixed his neck collar the crispy texture evident and glared at his eyes, both had no idea they would grow this close. It has been five years since Angela and Tony first met in the elevator, phases outgrew the previous, from their first date down at the coffee shop to their current state of living together like husband and wife. Before they moved in together, they consulted their parents and made formal introductions, first was Angela’s parents who turned out to be a single mother and grew to enjoy Tony’s company, appreciate his visits and eventually gave her blessings for their marriage. Afterwards were Tony’s, his parents were his dad, his younger brother and his nanny whom all agreed that she was a good choice for their son. Nanny more so was like Angela’s mother, joyful, liked reliving the stressful times raising their child, and obsessed by the kitchen all characters she shared with Angela so it was bound they would bond.
“Is the WIFI paid yet?” Tony asked, despite his future wife already prepared him he was cautious to glare at the mirror and consult. He tucked his shirt and straightened his sleeves, his chest popped from the stretched silk and his neck clamped by the collar, “Yes I paid.” Angela answered. Uncomfortable by her hubby’s change she rose and shifted him from the mirror, each body to the other she reached his hand from his chest gliding it seductively to his waist and creepingly inside his trousers. The shift in emotions, Tony aware of what role he played reached for her waist, the other for her neck so he could look her in the eyes and see the begging in her eyes for him to continue. The actions elevated and not at the waist Tony’s hand reached for the thighs and hoisted her on the work table opposite from the mirror, Angela maintaining her eye contact reached deeper feeling the bulge grow till she felt the shirt’s end and pulled it roughly to the open. “Go to work.” Angela jokingly muttered, fixing his shirt well and tucked to her liking planted her peck on his cheek, Tony disappointed he wasn’t getting the warm up he was looking for sighed heavily. “Fine I’m going.” Tony retorted pulling himself from her grasp, grabbing his laptop bag he reached for the car keys and exited the room. Down the corridor he switched of the lights of the chandelier hanging on the center of the house, marching down the steps he headed for the main door taking a glimpse on his watch. Grabbing the door knob, he unwound it and pulled opening the large wooden structure, the breeze kissed his face and energized him calming his morning low moods and for a second, he glared down to the green well-trimmed grass and the well sculptured fountain sculpture that resembled a boy taking a piss while blowing a trumpet. Tony pulled his keys from his pocket and from the five he chose the one with the black plastic head and a zig zag metal end, a paper like label on the head resembled a circle with a triangle at the center. In his Mercedes S class GMT, he roared the engine and the sound enlightened him for the day, a glare at the fuel tank symbol he placed his hand on the stick like handle with a ball on top and pulled it backwards changing the vehicle from parked to reverse. He grasped the handbrake beside his seat and pulled it upwards a creaking sound that set the car free, some pressure to the gas the car reversed outwards from its position between a Range Rover and a Mercedes G Wagon, eventually after curving the wheel left the tires turned and the car was in eventual line to the gate. His hand back on the lever he moved it forward and the car’s state changed from reverse to forward and foot on the gas again the car moved forward till eventually he was outside his premises. “Yes, he’s gone.”, she muttered over the phone, she had kept track of her husband’s movement from the time he chose his car and the moment he was out of sight his engine echoing as he disappeared. She was confident he was gone and as usual he came back late during the evening so she had the next ten hours for herself and the mansion like house, aware she was hurting two people by what she was doing for the past five months she decided to continue with her dirty secret. An hour after Tony left a small blue Kia appeared and was soon at the gate, after the gates opened it wheeled in beside the fountain statue away from Tony’s car collection. After its aging engine had coughed its last, a man came out who keyed in his key in the car door keyhole and twisted it locking the vehicle. In her blue nightdress she excitedly rushed from her room, left the door unclosed and in red slippers jumped steps to the end of the floor and flung the door open rushing to the lad. Throwing her whole self on the fellow, she placed her thighs on is hands which he magnificently balanced, afterwards she wrapped her hands on his neck already held midair and placed her lips on his and swiveling for a minute the two interchanged lips one on top another on the bottom. Taking a brief break, she looked in his eyes and whispered seductively, “Lets go inside.”, the lad a probable mid-twenties fellow marched forward with his Mrs. on top blinding him with kisses. “Yes, do that and check the analysis for the last shipment.” Tony instructed, the meeting was over and he was up to date with all shipments except one that had some delays due to technical issues and he needed the analysis for each cargo. Tony was in his father’s shoes whenever he gave an order, an idea or a lecture, Sam would bring him here after school and show him the ropes despite his young age. He would teach him how the graphs worked and how the sales market were a bunch of profits and losses, even though he was in fifth grade and was having troubles in geometry he would always aspire to learn the flow, the trends in the market just like his father. Till his time in college, he would always seek his father for advice in matters pertaining the business, he would ask on some changes in flow of their product or why the cut off a certain supplier of their services. As usual his father would feed him with the advises that molded him to the success he was becoming. However, he always remembered that icon he lied to his father was a picture he saved, the icon with a feminine face, a pink background and a pistol behind the two, the GTA saved icon name was there at the bottom of it. His father was always curious about it but whenever he asked Tony what the GTA meant he said it stood for Greatness Technological Acknowledgeable, the three pillars in business he mimicked words from a tycoon he heard over the radio often. He opened his laptop and Tony laughed, he was glaring at the icon and laughed again, he relived those times for five minutes and each he would breathe in the pride he earned for himself, the accomplishments and mischief he achieved. “Is the food ready?” Tony asked his secretary; at a ripe age of forty years, she paused her memo typing and turned to her superior. Five minutes after Tony made his request he was disappointed after the secretary insisted five minutes more of his time and the steak would be ready, which if he waited for five minutes that will be ten and he couldn’t. “Do we have any urgent matters?” he asked her again, turning to her computer, she grabbed her mouse and the pointing moving object on the screen she clicked close on her current icon and clicked the My Pc icon, the one with a computer presentation. There she clicked drive D and scrolling down some folders she clicked the MEETINGS folder, inside the folder were some documents and she clicked the first after which a word document opened the heading, URGENT MATTRS. Some scanning on the three pages she turned to her boss and declined waiting further instructions, “Okay I am heading out if anybody asks for me tell them I am unavailable to leave a message.” He instructed. His secretary nodded taken note of the commands given, she returned to her memo writing while her boss tucked his phone in his pocket and with his keys in his right he went out. “Move it!” Tony yelled at the bus driver, the driver ahead of him had broken like five road rules and three environmental offenses and was still committing more and in the process was causing traffic. An alternative of aluminum is smelted lead and copper one which many local mechanics use since its cheap and less corrosive. However, this metal produces excessive potent gasses when used in combustion, thus the cloud of choking smoke Tony was experiencing for the past five minutes. An hour after consistent complaining, screaming and honking the bus was eventually towed away by a brown pickup with an arm like mechanic extension behind it. He drove away, happy that he would see his sweetheart again, he would cuddle her till she suffocated, he will drown in her chests, they make love as long as he would last, shower and make love again, these thoughts made him blind to the speed limit and passenger crossing road signs. The waters trinkled in drops and pressure intensified to rains, the over head shower head poured on the lad in warm temperature, he rubbed the soap from his chest, his pits to all parts both private and public. She lay there tired and satisfied, the sheets wrenching and wet, the bed covers were soaked, pillows had teeth marks like they were bitten by a bear, the edges of the bed were crushed like there was torture for the past hours, she woke up sighing heavily. “You in the bathroom.” She asked rubbing her eyes with her wrist, she had passed out and all she remembered was this satisfying intense pressure from her behind like something was pleasingly poking her each thrust harder and deeper than the previous. “You can join.” The lad invited, rubbed himself and scrubbed he opened the shower again and the it rained again washing the stench away. Accepting the invite, Angela lifted her tired legs from the bed, in her slippers she walked to the shower, stark naked hopefully to get some of that poking but this time when she was conscious so she can enjoy it pleasurably. “It can’t be.”, the voice consoled him, his worst nightmares were being solidified in history, he had parked his car and saw a Kia past him. He never bought a Kia in his life, the watchman informed him that there was a lad who drove in and asked to see madam, when he asked who he was madam said to let hm in. Tony remained in the car for five minutes, he tried to remain calm, that this wasn’t what he was thinking, this wasn’t one of those scenes he saw in drama movies, that somehow this would make sense. He glared at the window, nothing happened, the curtains were open and one could see the inside as the breeze swept the curtains like kites, the door was open and the breeze again was sweeping inside refreshing the initial atmosphere. Ready for the worst he reached for his bag pocket, behind his seat he sank his hand and brushed roughly angered slowly by the thought of what was happening and touched a cold metal object. Reaching deeper he grabbed the metal and pulled it out, he rested the object on his lap and reached for another piece in the bag and joined the piece together. Though there was a chance this wasn’t what he thought it didn’t hurt to be safe, did it? “Enough!” she moaned in his ear, she was pressed against the shower wall tiles, her thighs raised high, her hands wrapped around his back as he tightened his closeness. She was in this position for ten minutes and her legs were giving away, despite the pleasure she was growing tired, “Lets continue downstairs.”, she comforted him. The change of location excited him and he brought her thighs down, once again he had to shower and this time there was no poking just a clean watery shower. “Let’s go.” She urged grabbing his hand, they were both in their towels and the lad had dried himself up but there was no time for any more hygiene routine. Grabbing her thighs, he raised her high and she in return went for his lips both eyes closed his hands in his forbidden region and her hands on her masculine behind landscape. She moaned slightly when he poked with a finger pulling her kissing for a brief second, in that brief moment she opened her eyes and she rued the day she was born. “Honey its not what…” she hesitated, panicking, there he was on the bed, his gun on his left and tears flowing wheezes from his nose, they were caught in the act. How could she he cursed, there he saw her sin, he was in her secret, and thus it is written what was done in secret shall be revealed in the brightest of day.The gods are most powerful during the full moon, or so they said the elders of the times before a man in a suit stepped on our lands. During this time couples were fond of being more intimate for their belief that the moon was an eye watching them, an ear hearing their pleas, a heart merciful to grant them their wish. Years passed from when hunting was the source of income till when men tramped the lands in terror with legs made from mortals and a heart that roared louder than the mountain lions, a beast that man controlled with his hands and feet, these days dawned permanently erasing man’s dependance on his legs for transport but the belief of the being behind the moon didn’t. Elsewhere forward in time birth pains were unbearable, the screams echoed as she clutched her maiden’s hand, “Push, I know the pain but push.”, the maiden urged. Her cries were however of two emotions and that endless pain down her belly, she remembered the deal they had after the gender ultra sound, as she s
Naive, young, blind, stupid, back then she owned these personalities, when she was young and energetic, filled with ecstasy that finally she had blossomed, “Sweet eighteen.”, she rejoiced. They prepared to make all of this possible, her father was a worker in the coal mines for the rail factory while her mother was a waitress at a bar, she was the offspring off these two. All her life she wanted to be free, to escape that cage, their home a roasted brick by brick house split by curtains as doors, gaps on walls with a nailed nylon bag on the inside and outside as windows, the ceiling was rotten and brown patches patterned, she wanted more than just rice for every meal, to have more than one slice of bread for breakfast, she wanted a better life. With the amounts they could spare her parents brought in her celebration cake, a muffin the size of a baseball, on top a candle, a lighting candle they had not yet used and its wax still solid, that muffin was the most expensive food they had
“She is four months pregnant and the scan reviles she has twins, here have a look.” The doctor muttered excitedly handing the couple the ultrasound results. Its now five months since Salma was engaged to her deal and things were looking good for both parties, her daughters lived in the same house with her, a new house with a good roof, good ceiling, nice garden, a school where they boarded the bus to, so far so good. Months passed and the hump in her belly matured to its ripening, Salma conscious to the signs of childbirth hired a maiden to stay with her in the house, she would cook for her, massage her pregnancy, tell her stories of her experience in her venture till that sharp pain began. “The tea is poisoned.” She would taunt herself; the pain was escalating making her limbs weak and eventually she couldn’t move, her maiden aware of the situation called the couple and alerted them of the expected childbirth and twelve hours later Salma was holding her two beautiful girls. “You kno
In the Kangs mansion things were cooking, literally, Elizabeth took out her hunger in the kitchen, she baked three blue berry pies, one vanilla wedding cake, five muffin crates, and still she was breaking more eggs to bake another much bigger cake. Sam walked in from the living room, he paused reading his newspaper to take his coffee mug for some more coffee, gently he opened the door walked in and the steam of sugar, salt and eggs flooded his nose that very instant. “You know none of us can finish this food in a month.” He hinted, aware of his wife stress relieving technique the six-by-six mahogany table was populated by sugar constructions and it summarized just how stressful she was. “Why can’t she listen to me?” she turned to her husband, mushing the hand sized dough into a ball she placed it inside the muffin carton and stationed it beside its other seven cartons, “Because you have to accept who she is.” Sam intervened her vigorous dough handling. Risking staining his cotton bl
“We don’t know where you came from.” The eldest chipped, “She came with you one night and introduced you as our sister. She never talked about your whereabouts just that you were a blessing to our family.” The second sister spoke. “So, none of you know where I came from or who my father was?” Angel asked, all three sisters shook in denial. “It doesn’t matter okay.” The eldest comforted her, “Ever since you came, our lives changed for the better. You saved all of us even mother.” The third confessed. Angel had questioned her existence several times, where was she from, why did she feel a spike of joy though she didn’t feel the need of being so, why she could be pitiful despite no cause of such, she was aware she was of a different father but still why? Only one person could answer this question but unfortunately life was too cruel for Angela and denied her the opportunity. Salma had passed away in a fatal road accident that caused her instant death on the public service bus that tumb
Blue matra leaves, an ingredient rarely found in the Mansaw islands, it grows on trees high as horizontal cargo transports, it’s said by the inhabitants it is the finisher in any dish cooked. Add this to any stew its perfection will bring paradise to your taste buds, sour it with fried fish, the leaves will taste better than the fish, the matra leaves are so rare they are only cultivated once every fifteen years since its only then that the matra leave petals are blue and ready, if the leaves are harvested when pre mature well… victims say having acid inside your gut is better off. “Honey I need some of these matra leaves.” Sam yelled from the living room, suspicious and anxious to prove whether these leaves are as good as they are rumored, and potent as warned, he found a place to spend his five million idling in the safe for the past seven years because the banks were tired of their money. “How you doing honey?” he greeted, her daughter had woken some minutes ago and in her pajamas
Wooden barrels filled with booze stationed one above the other each walled on the sides within the rectangle timber structure, open on the circular ends one faced the wall the other a cork plugged its hole on the free side. “Give me two Greshis.” The sheriff ordered, Braul also known within these parts as the sheriff, born elsewhere where they wore tight leggings with tall leather boots a metal extension on the heels, a hat with a nice stick like shape poking from the center, Braul settled on these parts of the country on a different continent from his. “We use these to round up those hot-headed bulls.” He praised, in his hand a rope, a thinner bleached like kind of rope, it was much lighter yet the strongest they could measure with, it had few crisps and a rough surface so its grip was assured while reducing needle like stabs. “In our parts every man who managed to cage those beasts of muscle had this scar as their medals to journey with their entire lives.” He claimed, pulling his s
His profile picture a large M in Roman font, blue in color, she clicks the back arrow and down below his about, MASONS ENTERPRISE, again she scrolls down and views the block option, her finger louvers over for a second but scrolls back up eventually. In blue silk shirt, baggy light sweatpants, she cuddles her blanket close as she settles in for sleep. Her bed a six-by-six size, she was often a roller meaning where she slept wasn’t where she woke up, fortunately the bed was large enough and tonight she bodied herself at the center. Grabbing her pillow pulling it closer to her neck she rests her head as it sank, her white sheets were fresh from the laundry, her favorite brown blanket a big white teddy bear with black dots as eyes covered the center, she shivered her legs creating some slight heat before staring at her phone again. She turned to her left in a vertical figure her right shoulder facing the ceiling, her left hand shoved itself under her weight and clamped the motionless pho