WEDDING OF MY EX (EPISODE 12)
©Aaron A.A
Effe is too slow to react. Elaine’s f!ngersare like claws as she goes for Effe’s eyes.
Steve steps between the two girls, and Elaine’s f!ngersdig into Steve’s lower jaw, and blood spurts immediately.
Elaine flings Steve aside, and her next b!ow catches Effe flush on the jaw.
Effe drops, and Elaine attempts to stamp on her face.
Mr. Opoku drags Elaine back and pushes her r0ûghly, and she falls to the ground.
Chris kneels and cradles Effe’s head. There’s blood on her face, and she has pas-sed out.
He is aware of Mr. Boateng angrily facing his old friend.
BOATENG
Ken, if you ever t©uçh my daughter like that again I’ll kill you.
OPOKU
If your daughter ever t©uçhes mine like that again, I’ll kill her.
Mr. Boateng glowers for a moment, and then he looks sadly at Elaine.
He bends and helps her up. Elaine is weeping uncontrollably.
BOATENG
Get out of my house, Ken. I didn’t know finding you again will bring such chaos into my house.
Chris picks Effe’s limp form off the ground, and without another word he pushes throu-gh the crowd and walks out of the house.
DOCTOR ANAMAN’S CLINIC – NIGHT
Chris and Mr. Opoku are leaning against the walls of the Female Ward of Dr. Anaman’s Clinic.
Chris’ arms are folded across his che-st whilst Mr. Opoku’s hands are shoved de-ep inside his trou-ser pockets.
The door of the ward swings open, and Dr. Anaman steps into the corridor.
A stethoscope is folded in his right hand. Chris speaks anxiously.
CHRIS
Doc. Is she going to be okay?
Dr. Anaman holds up his hands, and gives them a bright but tired smile.
DOCTOR ANAMAN
She is okay, son. Obviously, she struck her head on something blunt when she fell down. She had a little concussion, and will have a bad headache tomorrow, but she’s fine. Nothing is broken.
OPOKU
Oh, thank you, dear God. Doc, does it mean she can go home now?
DOCTOR ANAMAN
No, I’ll like to keep her here for the night. She nee-ds lots of rest, no excitement, for the medication to really work. And then in the morning we will ran a couple more tests, just standard procedure.
CHRIS
Is she awake now? Can I see her?
Dr. Anaman looks at Chris silently for a moment.
DOCTOR ANAMAN
Do you really nee-d to see her tonight?
OPOKU
I think he does, Doc, I think he does.
Dr. Anaman turns to Mr. Opoku.
DOCTOR ANAMAN
And you are?
OPOKU
Ken Opoku. The girl’s father.
DOCTOR ANAMAN
I see. Okay, she’s conscious, Chris. You can see her, but only for a few minutes. She nee-ds to sleep.
Without another word Chris quic-kly enters the pri-vate ward. The two men exchange glances and smile.
DOCTOR ANAMAN
Are you not going to see her too?
OPOKU
I think he nee-ds to be alone with her for a while. They are a pair of fools, I must admit, but I’m indeed plea-sed for both of them tonight.
DOCTOR ANAMAN
Hmm, I see. I got a few minutes left before my night rounds. Mind sharing a cu-p of coffee with me in my office, and maybe giving me a little back story about those fools? I must add, though, that Chris is a very dear soul to me. I’ve been their family doctor for ages. His mother delivered him in this clinic. I held Chris the very first second he was born. You can say he’s more of a son to me.
OPOKU
plea-se call me Ken. I will be more than glad to have your company for a spell, Doc.
The two of them begin to walk away down the corridor.
Chris stands just inside the room and looks at her. She is lying on the metallic be-d, and their eyes meet and hold.
Chris walks slowly forward and stands beside her be-d. She never takes her eyes off him.
There is a bandage around her head, and the right side of her face is swollen, but she still smiles weakly at him.
EFFE
Your girlfriend is a h0thead, Chris. What will she do if she realizes that you were not talking about me? I’m sure she would kill you when she finds out that the girl you’re in love with is known only to you.
CHRIS
Intuition, I guess. Isn’t there a saying that you women naturally know about these things?
EFFE
plea-se. Don’t tease me, Chris.
CHRIS
I’ve never been more serious in my life, Effe.
She closes her eyes, and when she opens them he sees that they are filled with tears.
EFFE
You’ve not so much as looked at me twice since I met you, Chris. You’ve never done anything to make me even as-sume that you love me. How can you be sure I don’t have someb©dy alre-ady in my life?
Chris sits on the edge of the be-d, and slowly he leans over her and k!sses her left cheek.
CHRIS
You don’t love anyb©dy else, Effe. You know that I love you and I know you love me. It’s a gut feeling. Love knows.
EFFE
Oh, Chris! plea-se. This can’t be, no! The world you live in hates me by now! Your mother, your friends, their friends! Oh, no, we can’t live in that situation, surrounded with such acrimony! I will wilt! Alre-ady, they think I’m a demon!
CHRIS
Who cares what they think and say? They see a demon, I see an Angel. They see a usurper, I see my breath. Yes, without you, I WILL wilt. I don’t nee-d much, really. All I nee-d is to hear you say you love me, and put your little hand in my big one, and I tell you this, we will walk throu-gh all the rocky mountains together.
EFFE
Oh, Chris! Why didn’t you tell me about her? Things might have been different if I had known!
CHRIS
I was going to tell you tonight, but I was f0rç£d to go to that p@rty.
EFFE
I called you, too. I wanted to tell you my father was insisting that I come with him to witness his reunion with an old friend. You didn’t pick your calls. You just s£nt a text message. When I called back your phone was off.
CHRIS
Don’t let us delve too de-eply into reasons, my cherished one. I believe this night was created for you and I to finally face the truth, dear. Will it draw us together, or is it going to tear us ap@rt?
She leans forward and puts her hand in his.
EFFE
I love you, Chris Bawa. I’ve loved you from the day we met. My soul loves you very much!
Chris puts his free hand on hers.
CHRIS
Welcome to my heart, Effe Kedem. My heart beats for only you today, tomorrow and forever. The world can st©p turning, the sun can st©p shining but my love for you will be for eternity.
EFFE
You’re alre-ady the owner of mine, Chris.
He leans forward and brushes a lock of hair off h er brow.
She closes her eyes and exhales de-eply. They look into each other’s eyes and smile.
To be continued
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