Bitter love episode 21

BITTER_LOVE. Episode 21
Diana professionally shut the door behind her after leaving Logan’s room and shook her head disdainfully. I gr@bb£d her by the arm and led her to my be-droom.
“He said anything new?” I asked, closing the door and ushering her to the be-d where we sat.
“I’m afraid he hasn’t, Ali. This guy is really good at building a facade around him. Sweet Jesus, it seems it’ll take me so much energy and time just to get him talking.”
“Dee, I really wonder what he must be hiding. The dude seems so broken that I can’t help but feel sorry for him. You’ve been talking to him for two months now and all he keeps on saying is his life su-cks, his life su-cks! I’m beginning to grow impatient, Dee. If Logan will have to stay in my house any longer, I have to know all about his past.”
“I don’t like the tone of your voice,” said Diana frankly. “Pressuring him to re-live his past can prove to be dangerous, Alicia. Let me ask you this, ever since you took him in straight from the hospital, has he ever showed signs of being suicidal?”
I bit my lower l!pin a bid to recall clearly. “No.”
“Homicidal, maybe?”
“Oh my, Diana. Of course not.”
“There!” she excitedly pointed out. “The guy is harmless so you should let me handle him my way. After all, I’m now officially known as Doctor Diana Maliti.”
“Here we go again,” I was teasing her. “And she just has to boast about being hired.”
We bur-st out laughing.
Well so what had happened in the last four months? Nothing much I guess but here’s a summary of some of the developments that had come up in these four months.
Upon learning Logan Meleki had nowhere to go after being re-leased from the hospital, I had decided to take him in and now he had lived with me for close to four months. Seeing how lonely and lost the boy seemed at times, I had decided to get Diana involved as I realized Logan was really in nee-d of her speciality, he nee-ded a psychiatrist. Diana had been trying her best for the last two months all to no avail.
Speaking of Diana, she was now employed as a psychiatrist at a renowned pri-vate hospital and she was ma-king a name really fast. Still on Diana, she and Baison were now officially a thing. Everyone who knew them knew they were going out as b©yfri£ndand girlfriend. I couldn’t be more happy for both of them as their love showed even just from the way they stole glances at each other. Besides, they really did make a cute couple that they could pas-s for the best couple in town.
Curtis L. Maliti. I know you’ve been eagerly waiting to hear about this hunk. Well he remained adamant and continued pursuing me. His charm swept me off my feet that I found myself de-eply in love with him. Lisa had given him a child, this I accept. But my sister Lisa was late so I didn’t see anything wrong with me going out with her baby daddy. After all, I didn’t fall in love with the dude intentionally. And Curtis’ love for me showed in his eyes so I was glad to know the feeling was mutual.
Speaking of mutualism, Curtis and Faides were still in the dark. Curtis still didn’t know Faides was his daughter and Faides didn’t know Curtis was her father. I was really trying my best to tell Curtis the truth but the courage to do so is what I could not muster.
“Alicia!” Diana snapped her f!ngersin my face. “You seem to be lost in thought, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” I flashed her a weary smile. “I’ve just been thinking about the last four months.”
“So much has happened, huh? But I know what’s bothering you, it’s Logan. Don’t worry, I’ll get him to open up sooner or later.”
Her phone beeped, a text had just come throu-gh. She was all smiles as she re-ad it. “It’s my handsome guy, B. I gotta go, Ali. See you later.”
Once she was gone, I went over to Logan’s room. I found him pla-ying Zuma on his l@pt©p, I’d bought him one seeing as he spent most of the day locked up in his room.
“Hey, Logan.”
“Hi, aunt Alicia.”
I winced on the title ‘aunt’. It made me feel kind of old but Logan had insisted on calling me that.
I stood in the doorway and folded my arms across my che-st. “You want anything to eat?”
“No, thank you.”
“Okay. You should tell Mule when you feel like eating so that she can prepare you something.”
“I’ll do just that.”
I closed the door and headed to Faides’ room. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. And she also looked like a 10-year-old Lisa. Thank God Curtis hadn’t seen Lisa at that age otherwise he’d have figured by now to say Faides was his daughter.
“What’s the occasion?”
Monde had come over to my place, literally f0rç£d me to take a bath and put on a red extravagant off the shoulder long dress which had slits running from ankle to th!gh at both sides. She took care of my br@ids and then f0rç£d me into red wedge shoes.
“It’s Valentines Day, girlfriend. You have to look pres£ntable.”
“For who?” I frowned at Monde. “Curtis is out of town for his stupid tour so who I’m I getting this dressed up for?”
“For me, your bestfriend. Now quit whining and let me take care of your make up.”
“Bossy b—h,” I muttered un-der my breath.
“I heard that,” she giggled as she began applying make up on my face.
“OMG, Curtis?!”
“The one and only, baby.”
Monde had f0rç£d me to go outside and here was Curtis waiting for me outside his sports car. OMG, my evening had just gone from boring to exciting!
“You two have fun,” Monde whispered in my ear before going back into my compound.
“Won’t you give me a hvg or k!ss?” Curtis spre-ad his arms welcomingly.
Shaking my head, I threw myself into his arms where I stayed for a good two minutes, inhaling his heavenly cologne. Him and I shared a brief k!ssbefore he finally made me get into his car and he drove off at high speed.
Our drive was a loud one as Curtis and I couldn’t seem to st©p talking. We had only been ap@rt for three days but it seemed as if we’d been ap@rt for three decades!
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“I wanted to surprise you, Ali baby. Why, don’t you like my surprise.”
“Don’t I like it?” I said with emphasis. “I love it!”
Curtis drove me to his house where we had a ro-mantic candle lit dinner. To say I was having the time of my life would be a mas-sive un-derstatement. I was literally on cloud 9!
After we’d had dinner, Curtis turned on his radio and pla-yed Shayne Ward’s ‘Breathless’. He led me to a sp©t where we could dance. I wra-pped my arms round his n£¢k while he wra-pped his round my w@!st and we smoothly followed the rhythm of the song that was softly pla-ying.
After Shayne Ward’s ‘Breathless’ c@m£ Shania Twain’s ‘Forever and For Always.’
It was while this song was pla-ying that Curtis ni-bbled at my ear. I shut my eyes and m0@n ed. He k!$$£d my n£¢k pas-sionately and trailed k!sses down my ba-re back. I could feel chills being s£nt down my spine but I let him do as he plea-sed. I’d resisted him for far too long but I realized I could do that no more. I had to let go of the guilt of him being Lisa’s baby daddy and let him have me.
Curtis then found my mouth. He k!$$£d me for a good five minutes before he finally decided to do away with my clothes. He la-id me on the couch and did things to my b©dy that no man had ever done. This guy was an explorer!
By the time he was done exploring my b©dy, I was practically begging him to have me alre-ady.
“But the door’s not locked,” I said in a husky tone as I pu-ll-ed down his trou-sers. “What if someone walks in on us while we are at it?”
Curtis chuckled. “My maid definitely won’t show up as she’s in the village visiting her parents and Diana? I can bet on my life she and Baison are doing exactly what we are doing.”
I stifled a giggle. “I so love you, Curtis Lawrence Maliti.”
“And I love you too, Alicia Zulu.”
Even as we merged bodies, I buried my f!ngersin his n-ked back and enjoyed the moment of Curtis and I becoming one.
I was all smiles as I entered my house the following day. Curtis and I had made love almost all night and I had no regrets about the ro-mantic night I had just had. Oh boy, what had I been waiting for all this time?
My smile broadened upon seeing Lubona in the living room. Remember Lubona? My other friend from Mufulira? Angie’s sister? Yes, that same Lubona.
“OMG, girlfriend! To what do I owe this-”
My smile vanished as fast as it had appeared. Lubona was crying uncontrollably and Mule was trying to console her. I sat beside her and wra-pped a hand round her shoulders. “What’s wrong, Lubona? Why the tears?”
“It’s…” she was sniffing. “It’s Dad, he’s dead, Alicia. Dead! The doctors say he was poisoned. Who would want to poison my lovely father, who? Dad was a down to earth man who never-”
She was interrupted by her ringing phone.
“Are you sure you don’t want to pick that?” I asked Lubona when I noticed she was ignoring the call.
She sniffed more and finally picked it. “Hello.”
She went silent for a few seconds. “Oh.. Ok, you’ll find us.”
No sooner had Lubona ended the call than she stared at me with puffy eyes. She sighed and said, “It was Angie, she and Bob will get on the next available plane from Nairobi to Lusaka. They’re coming for Dad’s funeral, Alicia.”