The Faithful Boyfriend 2/2

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For the previous episode of this, click HERE

So, there was this other day, a colleague of mine, Faith had rushed into my apartment lamenting about how a stupid driver had splashed water on her dress.

True to her words, her dress had been so soaked with mud that it was starting to stick to her skin. Trying to be a gentleman nau, I directed her to the bathroom to perhaps shower while the washing machine do the laundry. Soon afterwards while I was busy pressing my shirt, I heard the hinge of my bathroom door open and so I turned to its direction only to behold an ‘Eve’ in my apartment. The only thing that seemed to be missing in Aunty Faith’s hands was an apple.

The babe had stood stark naked with water dripping down from her body to my rug. I swear the shirt I was ironing got burnt almost immediately because I had frozen like a cat struck by lightning.

“Sorry, I forgot to ask for a towel” she started to plead with a sly smirk on her lips.

But I could not find my voice.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on me and I could literally see my senses fleeing like cowards.

“Do you have a towel?” she had asked again walking towards me with every part of her body whispering evils to my ears.

“I……I…” I stammered sweeping my eyes all over her body. I could already feel the tightness in my groins.

She crooked one of her eyebrows questionably and asked again where I had left the towel but before I could open my mouth to remind her that there was actually a towel in the bathroom, that perhaps she didn’t see it, her smooth face came close to mine and I could  feel her breath on my lips. She made to kiss me and my lips parted willingly.

“I want you” she whispered into my ears after we caught our breaths, her fingers lost beneath the polo shirt I had on.

I stood mute, my brain on override. I could feel my temperature rising rapidly. I felt so hot that I was afraid that if a pot of water was place on top of me in that minute, it would boil past one hundred degree Celsius. My breaths  started coming in gasps too as I rested my hands on her thighs ready to explore all that stood before me but then suddenly, almost like a rush, I pulled away and said

‘You are not her”

The stupidest words I’d ever said in my life.

Worse I had walked over to the bathroom and retrieved the towel she missed.

“You are a fool…I hope you know that, right?” she said angrily as she took the towel from me and wrapped herself in it.

“How do you mean?” I asked her surprisingly calm. This however hasn’t been the first time I’ve been called that. As a matter of fact, I was getting used to the name. Some other guys might have flared but nah, not me.

“I love her Faith” I continued ignoring her rapt silence.

“You can still do this and love her if you want” she  implored a look of desperation in her eyes.

“No, I cannot. I swore to be faithful Faith. I want to be faithful” I heard myself say and it sounded pathetic even to my own hearing.

“Do you know how pathetic you sound?” Faith asked me pulling out her wet clothes from the washing machine. “What makes you think she isn’t somewhere beneath a man?”

“She isn’t. She wouldn’t” I had insisted pushing back the anger I could feel welling up at the thought because I knew that there was no way Ij would hurt me like that. She had kept herself this long from a man including me. Nah, there was no way.

“Oh right because she is a virgin, abi?” Faith asked spitefully as she began to throw on her wet clothes. She wouldn’t wait for them to dry first, cannot say I blame her though.

“So we that are not virgins, should go and do what na? …throw ourselves in a lagoon?”

“I didn’t say that” I protested as I began to feel uneasy about the conversation and insisted she dropped it. I loved IJ and that would be the end of it and so, Faith stomped out.

But anyway, all that was then…My Ij was here now and that was all that mattered. She had promised that this time would be different- that she was ready -and that we would go all the way and honestly, I couldn’t wait.

I led her up the stairs and soon we were at my door. I fumbled with the keys allowing my gaze sweep over her in the dim light of the dark veranda. She had lost some weight I noticed yet her boobs stood as round and firm as ever. Her hips had gown curvier; Even better I heard myself say as I pushed open the door and led her into my small apartment.

 I watched her glance around the room indifferent to everything, her face molded in a straight feature. She slumped on the bed and then kicked off her shoes.

“You must be hungry” I suggested dropping her luggage in the wardrobe. “Did you eat anything on your way?”

“Yeah” she answered picking up the pillow and placing it behind her to rest her back against the wall.

“Oh ok. We will go out later then. You know I don’t cook” I smiled joining her on the bed.

“I know” she answered dropping her face.

Something is definitely wrong  

Ij, you’ve been quiet since you came. You didn’t even hug me. Is something wrong?” I asked quietly

“Me? Really? Nothing o…I’m just tired is all” she answered feigning surprise as she drew her head on the pillow

“Oh ok. I should let you rest then” I smiled again rising from the bed “or do you want to bathe first?” I suggested, more of wished.

“No it’s okay…I will just sleep first. When I wake, I’ll bathe” She answered shutting her eyes while I strolled over to the wall socket opposite the bed and plugged in my charger and then her phone.

The next two hours seemed endless as I sat on the chair beside the bed and watched her sleep. My mind kept somersaulting as I tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong. We hadn’t had any fight recently, although things had been a little stale. Our chats hadn’t been as frequent as they used to…the calls seemed to have reduced to just once a week but I wanted to believe that they were because she was studying for her examinations. She had promised that things would return to what they were or even better, as soon as she was done with her final papers.

She stirred.

“How long did I sleep?” she asked rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

“Two hours. You must be really tired” I answered leaving the seat to join her on the bed.

“Yeah I am” she answered her eyes finally finding mine and I moved to kiss her only to be stopped few inches away.

“What?” I asked confused

“Nothing” she answered throwing her face away.

I’ve had it, I decided as I rose from the bed and glared down at her “So now, I can’t kiss you anymore?’’

“No…it’s not that you can’t…it’s just that…” her voice trailed off.

“Just that what? Since you came you’ve been acting very weird. IJ. I haven’t seen you in months, seven months to be precised, because you kept putting off this visit. Worse, whenever I decide to visit you, you were always busy with one thing or the other” I found myself complaining. I was never one to nag…

What was she making me into?

“I’m sorry” she replied yet there was no sign of remorse.

“For what exactly?” I asked furiously ‘the fact that you wouldn’t tell me what I did wrong or the fact that you’ve not been acting like your usual self?

“For what I’m about to tell you. The sole reason I came” she answered shifting restlessly on the bed.

“Which is?” I asked suddenly losing interest in the conversation. What does she mean by the sole reason she came….? What other reason could there possibly be if not to be with me?Hadn’t she promised me this time would be different? That I can now have her?

So what sole reason is she talking about?

“Charles, I’m pregnant” she whispered

And I think my heart actually gave out. For a minute I could not breathe.

“What?.” I finally spoke “Pregnant?…how?” I asked in confusion. Well except the case of the virgin Mary was repeating itself, how the hell did my girlfriend get pregnant?

“I… I” she started to say

“How IJ? Answer me!” I roared

She said nothing but her lips just kept trembling as she stared down at the floor. I realized then that there was no need for a response. It was all right there on her face.

I could see the guilt…the shame…the fear….

Oh shit! I muttered exasperated

What the hell have I been faithful for?

 

 

The end…

 

Written by Quincy Iwediokpulu: 10th February 2014: 5:00pm

(Dedicated to late Poetic Nonny(Miss you bro)



3 thoughts on “The Faithful Boyfriend 2/2” by Kycee Q (@KyceeQ)

  1. OMG!!! I did not see that coming. That must definitely hurt.

  2. Nice! though I anticipated this outcome–since he rejected the offer to ‘get down’ with the other girls, the twist in events would likely come from his girlfriend.

    The part where the girl showed up naked–and all that followed–was short, and nice; the title already gives a hint that he is faithful. In the previous episode you spent too much time showing us that fact.

  3. Interesting piece, the title added color to it, though it was expected.

    Lovely!

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