LETTER TO MY GIRLFRIEND
(Clash of love)
A Story Written By Bright Daniel
Nath’s room was illuminated by an electric 100watts bulb which shown from the window side. Cynthia’s shadow, standing close to Nath could be seen clearly as she waited and suspected him. Her question reminded Nath of the affair he had with Joyce before coming back.
“How come you met Joyce where you were? By the way tell me what happened” Cynthia held his hand moving close to the bed. She sat down semutanuoisly with him.
“I was kidnapped and attacked” Nath began.
“Jesus!” Cynthia exclaimed. “By who?”
“By Emma and his friends”
“I said it! That useless boy had a hand in it!” She brought down her voice looking at Nath piteously patting his back. “Please, I’m very sorry for passing through all these because of me”
“Is okay” Nath looked at her. “My love for you will never die. I love you so much”
“I love you too”
“He forced me to write a letter. Did you see it?”
“Yes, but i didn’t believe you were dead” they became quiet while Cynthia was still staring into his eyes looking inquisitive. Nath knew the next question that will arise but kept quiet.
“So, how come Joyce found you?” Cynthia questioned then Nath narrated the story omitting the sex part he had with Joyce.
“What a coincidence?!” Cynthia exclaimed. “Thanks to Joyce, i guess she’s a nice girl”
“Yes, she is” Nath supported with a low voice facing downward. “Extra nice” he added making Cynthia feel a bit jealous.
“Do you love her?”
Nath was surprise at the question, he looked at Cynthia intensively then stood up without saying anything. “Do you expect me to love her when I’m already inlove?” he questioned looking into his dairy for his mother’s phone number.
Cynthia stood up too, she held him by the waist and said, “I’m happy you are back” she disengaged her hands. “I will be going now”
“I’m happy to see you too” Nath replied watching go her to the door. At the door, he called her sayin, “I love you”
Cynthia turned staring at him. “I love you too” she replied then went out.
As Mrs Williams was still wondering where her daughter is, so as Mrs Mary sat on the edge of her bed in the resident of Mr Randy not knowing know what to think; Nath, Randy or Rita. “What is my primary aim here?” she thought. Suddenly, Mr Randy entered after knocking.
“Good morning my love” he said.
“I don’t think you should keep calling me that”
“But you know i have always loved you”
“Rita should be your priority now. And I’m here to wait for my son. I’m going back anytime he comes back”
“No my love” Mr Randy sat with her with his hands across her shoulder. “I can’t allow you leave my presence again”
“Where is Agatha,? I want to know if my son is back”
“She has refused to open her door”
“Why? I think is time you let her know what happened in the past”
“Just waiting for the right time”
Few minutes later, Nath began to knock at the gate. He was allowed to go inside then finally knocked at the parlour door. Mr Randy opened it then both stared at each other.
“Good morning, sir”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir, i heard my mother is here so…”
“Come in” Mr Randy interrupted him. Nath gently entered. Just as he was anticipating to see Agatha, his mother came out.
“My son!” Mrs Mary shouted as she hugged Nath tightly. Her voice made Agatha to come out from her room wearing a bumshort. She leaned on the wall with her hands folded. Her eyes caught with her father’s but averted them immediately concentrating on Nath and his mother.
“I’m so happy to see you, mother” Nath said.
“I was so worried! What happened to your phone? They told me you traveled”
“Your friend, Agatha”
At that point, Nath disengaged himself looking at Agatha. He was surprise at her quietness. That was unlike her. He looked at Mr Randy too who sat quietly on the cushion with his hands on his jaw. He turned seeing his mother on the same mood. “Agatha, thanks for helping my mother” he said but Agatha kept quiet. He turned to Mr Randy. “Sir, i appreciate your effort for accommodating my mother. We shall be going now” he turned looking at his mother.
“Son, i need to tell you something” the mother said.
“Sit down” Mr Randy supported.
Nath looked at Agatha again as he took his seat wondering what was happening. His mother also sat down.
“Your mother and i have known each other for years now” Mr Randy began then Agatha listened attentively.
“I don’t understand, sir”
“Son, this is your father” Mrs Mary supported.
Nath smiled unwillingly looking at his mother. “Mother, you are joking, right?”
“But you said my father is dead”
“I thought, he was but it turns out he didn’t die”
Nath looked at Mr Randy and Agatha again. He couldn’t believe it. “Can somebody explain to me what happened?” he said looking at Mr Randy.
“It all started years ago when i was working as a taxi driver…” Mr Randy began.
The day was quite bright when Rita and Mary were waiting for a taxi…
To Be Continued
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