Chapter 13 - Tears

The feeling was enough to make one forget his birthday if not flying in the air. He removed my pants. I was left with the original suit. He removed her trouser and pantie, Guess what,? I can't tell.... in a dash of dark's tail his cook was inside me.🙄 he moved up and down making the pleasure to the maximum. That day I felt what I had been missing almost two weeks past. Afterwards, I enjoyed it. We went to have a shower to regain the freshness. We solved our issues though we had to talk as husband and wife.

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 DAN POV

My wife had calmed down. I don't believe she can come back to my house. I was worried about what I will tell my children when they come back.

Their mother is not around. I didn't want to answer unnecessary questions from them. The following day we had to discuss the issue of getting back the two twins. I knew it was not going to be easy to convince my wife to stay with them as their mother. I was also worried about how Miriam is going to miss her children. Actually as a parent it's sad when your loved ones are taken away. After supper, we went to bed since we were exhausted. We had little to talk about, that night we just had a peaceful night. The morning came, we were not going to work since it was December and our organization does function during December. 

This month gave us a good time to handle our problems. We had a delicious breakfast, we enjoyed ourselves together, and this time we were so happy that you couldn't imagine how things were tough two weeks back. I think my wife had accepted the results and she was going to be kind as usual. After cleaning everything on the table, we went to our private room where we had to talk and agree on how I was going to plan. I knew the main issue was where the two children would be taken. Stay with us or stay with my mother.

I was raised by a single parent. I remember very well that I lost my father's when I was still in nursery school. Though I wasn't grown up very well, at least I remember how he used to be. He was caring, loving and most of all generous. I remember he used to put up with me after classes in the evening. He would bring nice stuff for me. In the morning he would wake me up, do everything for me. He loved me so much. I remember how he used to buy new dresses for my mother. I know as much as I miss him my mother misses him more. 

I remember the day he passed away, he was healthy and he was not sick. I vividly remember that day as if it was yesterday,

🥲

 After classes, I went to the school gate to wait for him. It was afternoon so I waited like 30 minutes. He was nowhere to be seen. I was losing my patience. Other pupils were already taken by their guardians or parents. I was left alone at the gate. The security guard came and started having a conversation with me. He asked me who was coming to pick me off.

 He wanted to know who my father was, at the time I only knew my mother and my father's names. Things like mobile phones I could only hear about in the news. My father never wanted him to be touched, where we stayed in the village only a few counted possessed. I knew something bad had happened, either his car had broken down or he was in a fixed situation, but I knew he would send someone to take me off. After one hour, I saw my aunt coming towards the gate. He had boarded a matatu. On seeing her,tears were shading down my cheeks. 

She took me as she thanked the security guard. I don't want to ask her why she took me and not my father. Her eyes were swollen, evident that she had been crying for a long time. We boarded the Matatu again but did not talk to each other. She looked like he was in thoughts and she had something to tell me but she was reluctant to say it. On the way, I calmed down. Finally, I broke the silence by asking her where my father was. She was so troubled, after insisting, she said my father was at home. That answer made me angry that he could be at home and fail to pick me up. I wish I knew that morning was the last day I talk to him.🥲....