Chapter Fourteen
Something is wrong somewhere, or right?
"King, answer me!"
"Because of what she said?"
"Yes, King!"
"Well, that's because your mother said I should marry you."
"Marry me? King, when? I was sure I knew….King, do you know my mum before?" she asked in her confused state.
"Yes," King said.
"My mum?"
It flashed in her head, that day, at the party, while King was toasting her, her eyes went far and saw her mum looking at her and King with a fixed look.
She was not angry but she was like saying: Oh if she did not accept his proposal, I will disown her.
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She ran out to take her dress."Something is wrong somewhere!... Mummy knew King! To what extent? to tell him to marry me, Latifa?...that I'm good as a wife material or for sex?...something is wrong!"
She sauntered into her house, not knowing what came over her, and began to kiss Jackson, Jackson whom she said she had no reason to kiss.
She began to kiss him, kiss him, kiss him, and hurried to the wardrobe to select a nice dress to kill the enemies with their back talks.
Jackson held her waist from behind, pulling her away, bewildered, overwhelmed, mouth sealed, she fell on the wool carpet with him and her legs opened wide.
She felt ashamed because he saw her pant.
She tried to cover it, and he entered between the legs, pulling and tugging at the pant.
Because of her hips, he was pulling it severely. " Jackson…Jackson…you will tear my pant. Jackson."
She raised her two legs and he yanked off the pant and threw it away like a rapist
"Jackson, what is happening, Jackson?" She tried to know, he entered between her legs and began to fuck her, winding his waist, his bums firming up, his penis making in-road into the vagina, a slim vagina of just 9.0 cm wide.
"Jackson, leave me….leave me, Jackson. "
His teeth were clenched, his breathing, coming out with hot air blowing on her bosom, and she was getting lost.
The breasts without bras were quaking front and back inside the light lingerie.
"Oh, God!…Jackson…Jackson…Jackson"
Jackson was trembling, and feeling his bums twitching, she steadied her sensation to receive the sperms coming in; and she was absorbing them. batch by batch, batch by batch.
She thought she would now get up, but he began to pull off her lingerie.
Even if she could say no, he was powerful like he was possessed.
He pulled the lingerie up to her tummy, and she raised her upper body, he dragged it off making her completely naked and the blessed breasts tumbled out.
Oh Holy me!
Breasts like giant feeding bottles meant for quadruples!
Breasts with their crowns: the nipples and areolas intact.
Breasts that Onlookers saw their shapes and thought she was a virgin.
He began to suck one, one palm covering the top of the other, romancing it.
"Oh, Lord. Jackson. What is happening? Jackson…Jackson!"
He continued to sex, sex with her. "Oh...you are like this, Jackson, pretender,"
"I-I want to marry you."
"Jackson…you are not serious…Jackson."
He ate the breasts more and more, switching his mouth from one to the other.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she screamed away the birds in their nests downstairs as they chirped away in different directions
"You said you won't cry!...now...now..."
" Leave me…leave me!' It was a battle, her struggle.
He hit his penis harder, to widen the narrow path.
"Your desire, Lati...hold it...hold it.
The first time the penis passed its usual bus stop and she prayed, releasing her breath for grace to accompany the sperm, that is the only solution; sperm that will fertilize the egg.
He carried her to the bathroom and placed her like a dead daughter in an open coffin and began to wash her.
Oh, Lord. Husband material? she mumbled despite the bell ringing and threw water at Jackson, who wanted to talk.
The bell stopped ringing.
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Jackson, King will be looking for me, please"
He shook his head violently and began to have sex with her again. When she opened her eyes, it was 8:00 am.
Oh, God!… Mama Sara had entered. She said she pissed on her body, not knowing where Jackson was.
"Are you asleep, Crudest.?" asked Mama Sara.
She was silent. She did not know if it was all a movie.
She was looking at her with eagerness to know what was the matter.
"Crudest, you were going for honey with King, why all of a sudden are you here?" Mama Sara questioned. She seriously wants to know, because something is wrong somewhere. She knows what she did for that reunion. Why Short-lived? "Crudest, why did you leave King last night?" she asked.
She has to tell her something but not something.
"Princess said I'm a gift to King…asking to know, King said my mum said he should marry me."
"And?"
"And?"
"Yes. So, you left him and you are here while the birthday is on?"
"Am not going again."
"Why?"
"Am not!"
"You know what I did for the love that came back? And you want to spoil it again?"
"You did? Mummy, don't tell me you did it again."
"I did it. I can't allow you to spoil something for me and my friend."
"I want to know how and why mum gave me to King, period."
Irritated, Mama Sara sat up to go and remove her dress and come back.
Since she is not attending the birthday, there was no need for her to attend "...but this girl, this girl…if. she spoils this thing again…" she was soliloquizing, going back to change into a regular dress.
"Mummy, what did you tell King about me?" she asked, as Mama Sara left.
"What kind of question is this, Queen?"
"Mummy, you knew King before we married?"
A second plus passed before she said, "Yes?"
"To what extent?"
"What kind of grammar is this? Please, come clear…or you ask your husband."
"My husband, mum?"
"Then come clear, what do you mean by to what extent?"
"Mummyyyy!" she screamed and crashed her phone on the bed, scattered the pillows, pulled off the bed sheet, rolled, and rolled on the mattress, whining.
Ruth came in. Elder Mary too, before King. " What is the problem, was the question each asked her. 'Tight face, I'm not coming' was her only response.
"Ruth told her if it is because of Princess Abigail's paternity, they will get to that surely but not in a hurry.
Before Elder Mary came, she told finding Princess Abigail's paternity will justify the mandate or not.
She was still on the bed, overwhelmed with thoughts: They are not in a hurry to know of Princess Abigail's paternity. Her mum said she should ask King to what extent they knew. A mother that never one day told her daughter that she knew her husband so-so place or since a so-so year.
Whatever happens, she will not leave Jackson. " Lati, I'm tired of this marriage. With Jackson, there is the possibility of a quick pregnancy and then, my divorce will be on the way."
Mama Sara entered, looking through the window.
It was a silent birthday, nobody did she see outside except Jackson in front of his house–the spare room and store.
She clapped," Crudest!" she marched away, in a stooping position to Lati on the bed." Come…and see!"
"What is that?"
"Jackson smoking and drinking beer!"
Lati did not get up. Anything involving two of them is dicey.
"If it is true, sack him," she said.
"Why? Isn't he a man?"
Then why are you surprised?
Lati must have thought that. She pieced together her defense of Jackson and all she said before to him and saw her heart's content.
When she left she laughed, "Hehe-hey, Mama Sara, my hand no dey o!"
Yes, the law is like the Babylon law that changes not: if she became pregnant, not by King, the man responsible will die, including the nose poker.
However, she went to the window to peep. Truly, he was smoking. She shook his head. " Short boy. He must tell me what came over him. Just as if I'm the wife…and he said he wants to marry me, hehe-hey. Latifa!"
She waited for him to come, tomorrow, she will iron things out with King. "Mama Sara, she did the spell again?" she asked.
She asked but she will not doubt it. How King suddenly fell over hill in love with her again!
"Tomorrow, everything will settle, Lati, "she said, taking her baby. " Baby baby me…smile, yaaa." When? When will you open the door for your sibling?...through daddy King or Jackson?"
She danced, carrying him to the kitchen, and stuffed his favorite cake into his out.
The Shepherd said he should be treated nicely and that will make the Angel bless her with a human child.
She laid him to sleep and slept too.
She felt Jackson remove her hand and carried the baby.
"Jackson!," she mentioned his name and sat in the leather seat with him. "Mama, Papa, pikin," he said.
"Jackson, what are you insinuating?" she asked and he did not understand her.
She snatched the baby from her and climbed the bed again, sobbing.
Why was she crying? Is she falling in love with Jackson as a wife but her eg