Must Read: The Cartel (18+)

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Must Read: The Cartel (18+)

FURY (MEETING THE PARENTS)
***Continued**

I remained in my room throughout the following day, coming out only to eat brunch around midday before retiring back. I had spent the most part of the day thinking about Vivian that I forgot I was hungry. These were general thoughts of what my parents would say and how to convince them, thoughts of what raising a family with Vivian would look like in my head, life abroad and the challenges to face etc.

I also I wondered if I truly meant the promise of not leaving her and also the readiness of my going oversees with her to start over again.

Perhaps it was all I could say then, to prove I still loved and cared for her.

So after my meal at the hotel’s restaurant, I returned to my room with some snacks and then started gaming on my pc. It was the only thing I could do to stop thinking about Vivian. I only paused to shower later in the evening, eat my snacks before continuing the gaming. I deliberately fought of the desire to call and check up on her.

I eventually stopped playing the game somewhat around 4 am Easter morning. I couldn’t fight off the sleep any longer. And since I wasn’t going to church, I wasn’t bothered about waking up late in the morning.

Eventually, it came as no surprise when I saw her in my dream crying while carrying a girl of about two years who was asleep with her head rested over Vivian’s shoulder. In the dream she demanded to know why I abandoned both of them after all the promises I made not to.

And that I still betrayed her when she least expected.
“How could you betray me after everything and all the promises you made?” She asked sobbing, trying her best not to wake the sleeping child
I tried to talk and beg for her understanding and forgiveness but realized my mouth wouldn’t open. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because my lips were somehow glued together. All I could do was shed a few stream of tears myself because even though I couldn’t utter a word, I also had no idea of the betrayal she was talking about.

She kept repeating “How could you Fury” while walking backwards as though she didn’t want me to see the child’s face. As I tried to go after her, I realized not only was I unable to speak, I also could not move my foot.

It was as if I was glued to the spot where I stood. At that point I started trying very hard to call out to her wait but only succeeded after she vanished into the darkness. Immediately I called her name, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing and when I looked at the screen, she was the one calling. The time was 7:30am.
“Wake up Sleepy head” She greeted me as soon as I picked the call
“Hmmm” I chuckled wondering how she knew I was still sleeping. “How do you know I was still asleep?”
“Yea. After five missed calls and your Sekxy voice, it’s obvious you were in shower then” She responded, mocking me
“Hi Vee” I then asked her smiling that she got me. I could feel the happy mood she was in just from the sound of her voice. At the same time, I pictured the smile on her face.

She proceeded to inform me that her family were having an Easter dinner party later that evening and that I was invited. She explained that a couple of folks would be coming around and she wanted me around so I could meet a couple of her folks, especially her mom.

But since I wasn’t ready for or expected such “meeting the folks” invite so soon, I tried to decline her invitation by claiming not to have anything to wear. It was the only excuse I could come up with at the moment even though we both knew I was lying.

She didn’t give me a chance to object, telling me a jean and shirt would suffice. She ended the call telling me she was picking me up by 5pm from the hotel and that she had to go then, because they were on their way to church for the Easter service.
“Love you…, Happy Easter” She said and ended the call even before I had a chance to reply
I really didn’t want to go, but when I remembered the dream and the fact that this was the first time she was inviting me to her family house, I knew my honoring the invite meant a lot to her.

I concluded if I was going to her family house, (even if it’s just to make a guest appearance), then the first impression they should have about me should be one worth writing about. A simple jean and shirt wouldn’t be good enough I concluded. I left the hotel back to apartment in Eta-Agbor to pick an outfit I deemed proper for the evening. It was a white traditional (matching) attire, well starched and iron. Although I’m not a fan of wrist watches and prefer going without one, I picked up the one she gave me as a Christmas gift. I then proceeded to have my hair cut and shaved before returning to the hotel.

While I waited for her to pick me up, I became nervous again to a point that I had to start my gaming again. I only stopped gaming when the hunger became unbearable. The time was just 11am. As I contemplated what and where to eat, I got a call from my mom. She wondered why I hadn’t called home since I wasn’t there for Easter. She also demanded to know if I attended the Easter mass, to which I lied that I attended night mass the previous evening.