Chapter 33 – Honey?
Wilson found himself at an expansive piece of land with large and small buildings and about a thousand people; some in groups, some alone, moving around doing their own thing. It was very well a city. He was confused. How did he get here? He had no idea. Where was he? He had no idea. Who were these people? He had no idea. All he knew was that he was very lost or he at least was feeling very lost.
"Oh, Wilson! I have been looking for you!" A voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw old man Jenkins' daughter jogging towards him with a smile directed at him. He watched her approach him. Why was she smiling at him? She looked very beautiful. How come he was just taking note of this after all this while. Damn, she is one heck of a beauty when she is not frowning. Wait, why is she here? Is this where she lives? Is she the reason he is here? Also, when did she start smiling at him? If he remembered correctly, he was always rude towards her. He never said or did something nice enough to warrant such a change of attitude. It did not feel bad to be smiled at by a beauty such as her but something did not add up. She stopped in front of him and looked up to his handsome face.
"Where have you been? Grandfather has been asking after you. Come on, it is time for dinner!" She said and grabbed his arm. Wilson thought his brain was malfunctioning.
"Huh?? Oh, okay!" That was all Wilson could say. When di they become this close. Only couples hold themselves like this, right? Were they a couple? When did that happen? Aren't things moving too fast? Maybe she is trying to find a reason for old man Jenkins to beat him up again for her enjoyment. That must be it. That is definitely it. Immediately, Wilson wrestled his arm from her grip and stepped away from her. Old man Jenkins must not see them so close together. He would die from all the beating! That old man would not pull back his punches this time.
"Wilson!!" she called out with a pout. Wilson gave her a warning look.
"But I already apologized!"
"Apologized?" Wilson unconsciously asked. This girl is driving him nuts. Was she even capable of apologizing? And even more to him? Oh wait, maybe she did... the first time he saw her?
She moved closer to him and grabbed his arm again and looked up at him
"I'm sorry, honey!"
Wilson's brain short-circuited.
'Honey? Did I hear wrong? What is going on? Is this not going too far? What have I done to offend her so much that she wants me tortured to death?' He began to look around for any signs of old man Jenkins. His instincts told him something was not right. Lots of things were not right.
They walked back 'home', old man Jenkins' granddaughter's right arm hooked around his left. He had wrestled his arm at least five times but she kept coming back like an undying parasite. He stopped after the fifth time and simply accepted his fate. He was dying today! Only God could save his life from old man Jenkins' wrath and fist.
"ah! You guys are back?" Old man Jenkins' voice sounded from inside the building. Wilson's body shivered. Alice, old man Jenkins' granddaughter, noticed it.
"See, I knew you would catch a cold with what you were wearing." She said and opened the door. Wilson looked at himself and realized he had only a singlet and baggy pants on.
Old man Jenkins was sitting at a table that had food on it. His face visibly changed when he saw them enter. Wilson immediately thought to himself;
'I am officially dead!'
"Oh, you both have made up already? That is great! I thought I would have to get involved in your couple's fight. I am glad I do not!" Old man Jenkins said and smiled and dug his teeth into the big piece of meat in front of him. What, even Old man Jenkins is being nice? He has no problem with his granddaughter snuggling him? What is going on? Wilson was immensely frightened. There is only one logical conclusion.
"I think I might have gone mad!" Wilson murmured to himself. That is the only logical conclusion. All that head banging has finally affected his brain. This could not be a nightmare. God is not that wicked. I mean, what is scarier than old man Jenkins hiding his anger from you? Nothing, I tell you! Absolutely nothing!
"Come on! Come eat. Good food like this is best eaten hot." Old man Jenkins said. Alice pulled Wilson to the nearest chair and made him sit down. She served him and then, sat down next to him.
All through the dinner, nothing too unusual happened. Alice acted like a doting wife and old man Jenkins acted like any in-law would. Alice smiled sweetly at him and would occasionally put food in his mouth. (As if he was a little kid). As for old man Jenkins, he kept asking when they would 'produce' his great grandchildren and talking about how he was not getting any younger.
"isn't that obvious?" Wilson could not help asking when the wrinkled, old man talked about himself getting older.
"And that is why you should give me at least a great grandchild before I die! What do the both of you do at night when you are together in the bedroom anyway?" old man Jenkins retorted with a questioning look.
Wilson gave a questioning look to Alice in return and asked;
"What do we do when we are in the bedroom together at night?"
Alice blushed and looked at her feet in embarrassment.
'Oh no! No way, right? No, that can't be! Why don't I remember? Are they messing with me?' Wilson thought, exasperatedly.
"Or, do you want me to give you some personal lessons?" Old man Jenkins was not making it any better. Wilson gave him an angry look. Then, he bent towards his food and began to stuff his mouth with large stockings of spiced meat. There is no way he was allowing the old man and his granddaughter to see the embarrassed look on his face. He would rather stuff his face and make the pink look like it was an inevitable result of overfilling his mouth with food.
Lessons? Never. If he ever required lessons, he would rather ask from a random stranger than from the violent old man sitting directly opposite him. And with his daughter? Never happening! He did not know what was wrong, but he knew as hell that he was neither in a relationship nor was his sacred body touched. He shook his head.
'I would know if I were disvirgined! That is yet to happen. I think.....no, I know!' Wilson thought to himself. He looked at old man Jenkins again and then at his granddaughter who was eating silently beside him. No way! There was just no way he was old man Jenkins' grandson-in-law. God did not hate him that much. His instincts told him things were not as they seemed.
What was going on? No idea! But he knew he had to get out of this situation. He had to find a solution. Until then, he would just have to play along as Alice's husband and old man Jenkins' in-law.