#THE_MINISTER’S_SON
EPISODE 5
I had no option than to use the guest’s room for my night.
“Goodnight Joyce, i will be in the guest room.” I tried to sound more polite than I sounded. Joy well built beautiful girl, her charming eyes would have tem-pted any man. Her b©dy had a good shape, the only thing that stood between Joy and I was my pas-sionate love for Serena.
On wishing her goodnight, she seemed startled, maybe even shocked or maybe disappointed.
“Why not spend here? Coz of my pres£nce?” She sounded offended.
“No no no, no plea-se Joyce, I just thought you would like it that way.” I didn’t want to cause any tension, or even break my deal with mom.
“You are my husband to be David, how can i mind slee-ping beside you?” She stood from the be-d. I was confused, totally confused. She c@m£ to me, i wanted to move away but my legs couldn’t move, it seemed to me that I was in a dream. A dream where you would dream of a lion coming to kill you but your legs fails to move, your voice fails to shout for help, you wake up p@n-ting like an antelope. I waited for her to approach so I could wake up p@n-ting but I couldn’t, she held my two hands and stared into my eyes.
“Am all yours David, destroy me if you wish.” She made her t–s t©uçh my che-st on their n!ppl!s. Her mouth c@m£ so close to mine, her strong perfumes pene-trated throu-gh my nose. I remembered my k!sswith Serena, it was so sweet to be mixed. Ourl-ips were almost in t©uçh when i pushed her away. I was back into my s-en-ses, my mother had put me in a terrible tra-p, ma-king love to Joyce meant marrying her. How would I convince the world that i never wanted to marry her yet I sle-pt with her? What if she gets my child?
“I think you nee-d pyjamas, I will get them for you” I pe-cked her on her left cheek, ru-bbe-d it slightly, win-ked at her and headed for the door.
“But David….”
“I will be right back my dear.” I opened the door and was grand to be out of that room.
I took more than twenty minutes in my dressing room, I was trying to figure out on what to do.
There was a knock at the door and I knew i was finished. I was sure she had followed me in my dressing room after being impatient. Who showed her my dressing room, I wondered why she couldn’t see I had no interest in her.
“Sir?” I recognized the voice, it was Brian, my servant. I sighed with relieve.
I got a plan!
“Yes Brian, come in.” He pushed the door and entered.
“Sir? Its late, you should be asleep.” He was concerned.
“Yes Brian, I want you to do everything I will tell you to.”
“OK sir, you know I will always obey you.” He said seeming curious.
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In ten minutes time, Brian carried me into my room where Joyce was half asleep. I didn’t mind Brian seeing her in her p@n-ts and br@. She was shocked to see me being placed on be-d. She even forgot she was half n-ked and jumped from the be-d.
“Jesus! What happened? What happened to him?” She shook Brian by his shoulder for an answer.
“Am sorry Madam, he fell on the stairs as he c@m£ down to the dressing room.” He said sadly.
“And you didn’t take him to hospital?” She sounded furious.
“We are just from the Family nurse’ room. She has bandaged his dislocated leg and arm, amesema hana ubaya.” He explained, I smiled un-der the blanked he had covered me with.
“Are you sure he is okay?”
“Yes madam, he has been injected with strong painkillers.” He added.
” OK then, i will take care of him.” She said sadly.
“Am sorry madam, the nurse has suggested that it would be better for him to spend alone, to avoid being t©uçhed on his painful hand and leg.” Brian was a real genius, I had not told him about that.
“But he is unwell, he shouldn’t be alone.” She complained.
“No worry madam, am his servant, its my duty to sit here until morning, if anything I will let you know. Can I take you in the guest room if you don’t mind madam?” He was a genius!
“Its ok Brian, thanks for being so nice to us all.” She uncovered my face and pe-cked myl-ips.
“Good night David, am sorry.” She said covering my back.
She obviously got into her clothes and followed Brian outside. The mission was accomplished. Brian informed him that for unknown reasons I never wanted my parents to know about my accident. She had no option than to swallow it all.
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At around noon the following day we esc-rted Joyce, my mother sat with the driver as Joy and I occu-pied the back seats. According to her, my dislocated joints had gone back to their normal form.
We had no much to talk about, my mother had every story for almost every p@rt of the city.
“You see that place? A thief was burnt to ashes two year ago,,,,you see that building, it belonged to my childhood friend who sold it….” Those stories were nice, they kept off the silence in the car.
We drove her to parklands where their home was, she wanted us to enter into her home but I declined it and I was gland my mother declined it too.
“An inlaws home is so sacred to be stepped anytime any day, we shall plan and come, just greet everyone for us my daughter.” My mother was wise too, does it mean she would keep her words and support me?
After saying goodbye to Joyce who made sure she hvgged and k!$$£d slightly on myl-ips, we drove towards Karen where our restaurant was.
“How was everything my son?”
“Just fine mother, you almost put me in trouble.” I complained.
I explained to her how I had to fake an accident, she really laughed at the idea .
“That must have been a great drama, you mean Brian is that sharp?” She was still laughing.
At around 13:45 hours, we parked our car, the three of us got into the restaurant , that included my driver.
I noticed some commotions at the counter that captured my attention. There was the manager’s voice on t©p.
“Yeah, take her away, its an order from the minister.” I was startled to see two guards pu-lling Serena out. Anger and vengeance struck me.
“I want to see David plea-se,,,” she was crying. Before I knew it……
I carried Serena like a small child to my be-droom. The be-d appeared more cosy than before. I placed her slowly as though it was hurting. By then my joy stick was meters ahead of me. My many years S-xual de-sire roasted my every p@rt. I felt like a bull that had not seen water for a month and now had seen a pool of cold and clean water, the de-sire for the bull to gulp the water at ones was my de-sire for Serena.
I bent and k!$$£d herl-ips, she crossed her hands around my n£¢k and gave me a pas-sionate k!ss. I now knew how seventh heaven felt like. I started my hands slowly from her cheeks to her n£¢k and camped on her ha-rd t–s. She breath more ha-rd and fast, at same time de-epening the k!sses, she made it so fast that if we had a commentator, he would have termed it violent love ma-king.
Her hands moved from my n£¢k to my w@!st, she squee-zed my w@!st me against her’s . By then my hands were struggling to unlock her interlocked legs with my right hand. My p@n-ts were alre-ady getting we-t. I got hold of her p@n-ts and she raised her b©dy so that I pushed them down. My hand felt no pene-tration, she was a vir-gin, my Serena was a vir-gin. Two vir-gins ma-king love, the be-d can tell the rest. The walls too must have been disturbe-d by her screams, the be-dsheets can still complain of the blood they had to swallow.
On the following morning I woke up to find out that not Serena neither I was covered, we had sle-pt late and uncovered. I looked at my Serena beside me, how I wished I would wake up with her beside me in the remaining days of my life. She was still asleep, she looked so comfortable in her sleep, so innocent, she had not hesitated giving me her dignity, I wondered whether I had done the right thing. What if Dad stood his ground to object our marriage with Serena? Would he disown me? Would I choose to remain with Serena instead of my Dad? I looked at her closed eyes, was she not 100% confident of my love? I would never leave her, de-ep within me I swore never to break her heart. The clock re-ad 09:00 hours in the morning, ‘should I wake her up?’ I thought it was not wise and headed for my morning shower.
#THE_MINISTER’S_SON
EPISODE 6
*One month later*
I had just arrived from Tasia to see my friend Judas, he had just arrived from Italy where he was pursuing his masters degree in Political science, he was my best and only friend I fully trusted. I had told him everything and had advised me to stick in marrying Serena. He advised me to follow my heart.
On arriving home in that evening, Brian informed me that Dad wanted to see me immediately. I headed into his house, he was in his study room perusing a Daily newspaper.
“Good evening Dad.” I greeted.
“Evening to you my son, how was your day?” He was still looking on the newspaper.
“It was fine Dad, am just from seeing my friend Judas.” I said sitting on a sofa opposite his.
“Oh! Judas is back from Italy?!” He sounded excited, he loved him, in fact he had geared his scholarsh!pin Italy, Dad had made connections so that Judas was among the government sponso-red students for the masters degrees abroad, all because he was my friend. Judas had gotten his degree from Mas£no university which was one of the best local universities offering Political Science course. “Yes Dad, he will be coming to visit us tomorrow.” I informed.
“That’s kind of him.” He said shortly leaning on his sofa. He then cleared his throat.
“David.” He started.”five weeks have gone since we informed you about your marriage with Joyce Ndegwa.” He st©pped to survey my face. I didn’t say a word. He proceeded.”As a concerned Dad, I have paid two million shillings to Ndegwa and his wife as dowry for your marriage with Joyce, I will still pay another lot after the marriage which will take place on next week but one.” I looked at him and then around the room, I didn’t see any metallic rod to hit his thick head with. How could he arrange my wedding without my knowledge? With a girl I didn’t even love?
“But Dad I think you are forgetting something.” I tried to control my anger.
“What my son? I must also inform you that I have made connections with the president, immediately after your wedding, you will be appointed as the new Kenyan’ ambas-sador in Britain, the company in Britain will now be for you and Joyce your wife, I will give it to you.” He smiled. He must have thought that his promises would sweep me off my stand. He was wrong.
“Excuse me Dad.” My phone was ringing, it was Serena. I walked out of the room.
“Hello my love?”
“Yes hunnie, are you alright?” I asked.
“Of course not completely alright without seeing my husband around.” She tea-sed.
“I will come over before it is dark, in one hours time I will be there .” I promised.
“Don’t fail, I have something to tell you.”
“OK sweetheart, bye.”
I told my Dad to leave me think about it , I was to meet him after super. “Ok son, though you have no choice. Take care.” He left the room in a hurry, obviously avoiding any argument.
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I reached Umoja at exactly 19:20 hours, Brian was with me.
Umoja was where I had bought a plot for Serena and her mother. Her mother operated a wholesale shop as Serena operated an m-pesa shop at Dynamo area. It was easier for me to visit her at least four times per week.
I was curious to whatever she wanted to inform me. Serena and her mother welcomed us warmly.
“Meet Brian, my servant boy.” I introduced Brian, they were happy to meet him.
I had come to like him very much. I had nothing to hide from him, he was wise and very sharp.
We spent around an hour in the house enjoying some nice kienyeji food and conversing. After the food, Brian followed Serena’s mother carrying the dishes, it was obviously a way of giving Serena and I time to talk.
“I missed you so much.” Serena confessed looking into my eyes, her old habit of driving me emotional.
“Me too sweetheart, that’s why am here.” I held her cheeks and k!$$£d her.
“David?” She sounded sober from any emotion. It wasn’t like her.
“Yes my love.” I felt afraid of what I knew not.
“I am…..” She stared on the table.
“You are? Speak up hunnie.”
“I am pregnant.”
“You don’t mean it right? ” I asked
“I’m serious baby ”
“waaaoooh really!” I carried her up and k!$$£d her “Thanks so much my honey, I will soon be a father right?”
“Yes dear”
I was so happy to heard my sweetheart pregnant for me.
We reached home at around ten, my Dad was still expecting to meet me. He wanted my word. My mother joined us in the living room as well. For a longtime he had not asked me anything about Serena, I had no doubt that she was confused, she was not sure whether to support me. I felt as though she had betrayed me for not letting me know even when dowry was being paid. Maybe she was sure I wouldn’t have done anything.
“I waited for you David, have you taken your super?” That was my Dad.
“Yeah, at the restaurant.” I lied.
“You have to make it a routine to be enjoying super with us, am not even sure on how those foods are prepared there. ” He complained looking at mom who nodded with agreement.
“OK Dad.” I wanted us to go straight to the point.
“Joyce has promised to come next weekend so that you can get more used to each other before the wedding day.” I hated his voice as he said it, why Joyce all the time?
“Well, its unfortunate that you have continuously planned things for me at my back Dad, even my own pri-vate issues, am disappointed in you.” I tried to maintain and contain my growing anger.
“Disappointed or not, you are my son and I know what is best for you, take it or leave it but you must do what I say.” He roared.
“Whatever you say is no longer important Dad…”
“David!” My mother tried to cut me short.
“Listen mom, listen and listen good, Serena is my wife, she is alre-ady pregnant for me,,”
“David! Have you…” My mother’s hands were on her head.
“Its a lie! Enough of this bull$h!t! Nons-en-se! Pregnant or not, your wife is Joyce.” He hit the table with his right hand and rose up to leave. Two steps then he turned, his eyes were red.
“Over my dead b©dy, you will never marry that dirty thing! That witch!”He roared.
My mother was weeping uncontrollably, I had to try and comfort her. He obviously blamed me for impregnating Serena yet I knew there was a problem in marrying her. According to her nothing could be done to st©p Dad from forcing my marriage with Joyce. I left the house very disappointed and confused. Ten days before the wedding, an alre-ady fixed wedding, a wedding that was to be broadcasted live on TV stations, a wedding which the president and his Vice would attend. So many dignitaries were invited according to my mother. Everything was set.
I have never forgotten that night, the night that I spent sited on my be-d, thinking and weeping. I couldn’t imagine marrying Joyce and leaving Serena who my heart had fallen for, I was desperately in love with her. What would she feel seeing our wedding on television? I feared she might commit suicide.
I had a plan of escaping to another country with Serena but Dad had alre-ady suspected it. I was denied all my car keys and my accounts were blocked. I had no single coin or either a single car to use. If I wanted to go out, my Dad had to be consulted first to instruct a driver to take me, many were the times he said I should stay at home to keep Joyce company. The whole of that week I didn’t see my love Serena. I had to lie to her that my Dad s£nt me to Mombasa to check on one of his company.
Days went so fast yet I had no plan, my mother now supported my marriage with Joyce, according to her, there was no way out. She said that by insisting on marrying Serena, I was risking her life. She said my Dad was dangerous and had to get whatever he wanted.
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Days c@m£ and went, eventually the day arrived, I was desperate, complete helpless. I rarely or drank anything. My mother was equally sad but she was convinced that we had no choice.
On the wedding day eve, Brian gave me a plan. I went to see Dad in his study room. He was happy to see me, we had never talked from the evening we argued, two weeks ago.
“Yes Son, sit down.”
“Am sorry for everything Dad, I have seen my mistakes.” I saw his face brighten.
“Go ahead son.”
“Serena is not my type, I accept to marry Joyce.” I saw my Dad rise up and embr@ce me happily. I had never seen him so happy. I wondered why my marriage with Joyce would make him that happy. She even called my mom to join us in cerebr@ting.
“You are the son I always had David! Congrats my son!” Dad was out of words. My mom seemed out of doubts but I convinced her too, she believed that I had changed my mind.
I requested him to unlock my accounts.
“You know Dad, I nee-d to buy an expensive pres£nt for Joyce my wife!” I smiled broadly and they laughed.
“In that case, I will transfer 10 million in your account right away, buy a car for her if you want, I know your account is full .” I smiled, at least things were moving well.
Brian and the maids were bush preparing what was to be won.
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By 2:100 hour I had transfered 3.5 million into Brian’s account. I had withdrawn 6.5m.
“Hello?” The number was strange.
“David!” A tough voice called my name.
“Yes? Who is this?”
“Don’t worry, my message is simple, go to the wedding and wed with Joyce smoothly failure to do so, wish Serena died, her mother is alre-ady dead. Your plans are known!” I heard Serena screaming for help. I fell back on my dressing table.
“What? ” I screamed.
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