“See you on Monday. Ei and text me if there’s any homework, with answers oh”
Nana Aba said as Rosaline closed the gate on her. It was about 1 pm in the afternoon when Nana Aba left Rosaline’s house, after hours of chatting about school and catching up on their favorite Korean TV series.
Nana Aba ordered her second Uber ride as she walked to a junction ahead of the street. She waited and kept imagining how her ‘holico’ best friend would have reacted if she opened to her about their new science teacher and herself. She couldn’t tell Rosaline what she and their new science teacher were about, she had no idea herself. The Uber pulled up right in front of her. She subsequently forwarded him a google maps destination and the driver drove away.
She opened Philip’s chat and read, “Are you still coming? It’s past 12 now”.
Philip had responded to her earlier text which read, “Okay. I’ll be there in the afternoon, around 12”.
She made it to Philip’s location in 25 minutes, following the Saturday hassling road traffic. She stood outside the 4-story apartment building and texted him of her arrival. And peeping through her phone’s blank screen; she checked out her face and briefly patted the sides of her hair. He texted her back and asked her to look up the building for his signal. She saw him wave his two hands on one tiny balcony on the second floor. She couldn’t hold her smile at his adorableness, she thought. She made it in front of his door and knocked on it once. He opened the door to her in a split-second.
He leered at her and stated,
“I’ve been waiting on you saa”
She acted coy to seeing him and giggled continuously.
Unexpected to her, he stretched his arms for what seemed like an obvious advance for a hug. She just stood in amazement but also skeptic about it, until she felt his firm body already pressing on hers the next second. She barely hugged him back, but the alluring scent on him significantly tingled her. He held her left hand and gently hauled her inside his single-room apartment.
She sat down on the small hoary sofa. Philip turned on his 30-inch flat screen TV directly up front on the wall, from the sofa where he also sat, quite close to her. She rather felt awkward and kept silent for a while as they both watched the TV. He later on asked if she was shy to be there with him. She shook her head, grinning, and giggled in response to him. He engaged a conversation, generally asking her about her life. She asked about his’ too and they both talked for several minutes. She gradually felt relaxed and began expressing herself more comfortably, even making in-jokes. He admiringly laughed to all her jokes.
“You’re so funny and cute”, he’d mention.
They had gotten more closer sitting beside each other on the sofa, with Philip’s right arm cozily hang over her shoulders.
“I’m happy that you’re here right now?”, he said, looking straight through her eyes.
Her breath was taken; she was stunned by his overly attractive face and body features drawn up close to hers. For a second, she had forgotten he had asked her a question.
Philip spread his palm on her upper left lap and asked if she was okay. At this moment, it hit her, she was startled and was unsure what to do thereafter.
As Philip leaned more closer to her face, an unanticipated and loud ringtone from her iPhone blared, suspending whatever was about to happen. She instantly escaped from his charming gaze, onto her iPhone to find out who was calling.
“Oh shit, it’s my mother!”, she blurted and pushed herself away from him to the side of the sofa.
She stood up and answered the call, hurriedly saying even before Katrina could speak first, “Oh Maa, sorry, I’m already coming home. I’m even sitting in the car kraa”
“Why you’re still not home? Anyways, I was only asking if you’d like this dress I saw at Linda’s boutique. I’m sending you a photo now”
“Oh, mhm, sure sure. Ok send, I’m waiting”
She hanged up the call and bluntly told Philip that her mother wanted her home immediately. Philip smiled and stood to escort her out.
“Hope I’ll see you again, though”
“Oh, Of course you’ll see me Monday. Haha”, she teased and hastily set off.
Katrina had been giving Kweku the silent treatment, the week following the embarrassing scene he had pulled when he got drunk in their home. After 5 years of being sober, at least to her awareness, she thought. She was greatly perturbed that, what happened was too close to being seen by Nana Aba. She has, for the past years, determined to conceal that which triggers her greatest fears from her children.
Conversely, Katrina was unable to force out a response from Achiaa, on who had impregnated her. Her repeated calls to Achiaa’s mother was futile, after her mother kept pleading for Katrina to ask Achiaa herself. She tried shutting her mind from thinking the very worst.
Kweku was consumed with guilt the whole time. He wanted his wife to be on his side, before some consequences of any one of his bad choices ever got exposed.
Kweku kneeled with one leg on the floor as the bedroom door opened. The almost continual rains had not ceased since an hour ago that night, with heavy sounds of rumbling thunder. Nana Aba had already called it a night after their late-night dinner and was in her room. It was freezing cold. Katrina had rushed into the bedroom to get ready for bed.
“Please. Hunny, I’m very very sorry. I’m sorry for it all”, Kweku begged.
Katrina stood there, intently watching him and reminiscing the number of times he had used that exact phrase. She crossed her arms and looked to the side, keenly waiting on him to grow weary of staying on the floor.
He waited for a minute and pulled up a small black gift box from his back, opening it to her. He showed her the Cartier Tank Anglaise watch he bought for her, with a sheepish smile on his face.
“I got you a new watch. I’m sorry for breaking the other one”
Her eyes were wrapped in a cunning look; she shook her head and sucked her teeth at him. She mindlessly made her way to the washroom whispering insults at him.
“Okay, okay. Kat, please. I just want us to start over”
She suddenly stopped and turned, responding “Why? Why would I ever do that? Erh! Why? Tell me?”
“Please. I’d do anything. We can do couple’s counselling with the pastor, erm what’s his name kraa, tsw, yes, Pastor Gideon. I hear he’s very good. Please anything for you darling”
Her heart began pounding alarmingly at the mere sound of Gideon’s name.
To be continued…