Ashawo Diaries (Tales of Adwoa Attaa) Chapter 35 (18+)

Probing by a rival, surely is a bait for a fight or for future revenge. I turned, walked back and sat by him. “Did something happen while I was gone?” I asked as politely as I could. “What else could happen apart from the emptiness?” He had never been one to show jealousy, so I was alarmed. I sat quietly for a while and asked “Boo, can you let me into your feelings? I need to know how you feel because you’re the last person I want to hurt. You know we’ve been through so much already.” Hardly had these words ended than he breaking down in tears.

“I don’t know how I feel baby. I feel angry, insecure, and out of place. I just don’t know but I feel like I am in a very dangerous situation. That feeling I have when I feel cornered, the feeling which causes me to hurt and mostly kill, especially when my life is about to be taken from me.”
I realized there and then that something must be done or he could kill me out of the untamed love he had for me. I got up, pulled him into my embrace and squeezed him tight. “You know if I have ever loved anyone, it is definitely you. Your sacrifices, your protection, your love, your handsomeness, your patience, your everything is my dream man. Jealousy is a normal feeling honey but I don’t understand yours because you’ve always known this as my work and you’ve supported me. That’s not to underestimate your feelings but make me understand.”
I felt the muscles in his body relaxing and his hands coming around me, hugging me tight and suddenly, tears I didn’t expect. “This feeling that you don’t love me anymore, this feeling that you’d fall in love with someone else very soon and send me to hell, this feeling of losing you…” I did not let him finish it, the words suddenly awakened some tickles and made me horny. I pushed him a bit, he might have felt the goosebumps on my skin, so let go. I pushed him into the sofa and jumped on him. Kissing, soft biting, hugging, even he was surprised for a while, lying there like one struck by lightening. I saw then the truth in women being swayed by what we hear and feel. Then he decided to join in. From giving him blowjob to licking his ass, riding on top to doggying in style, rolling on the floor to moaning so loud, everything was perfect. So perfect we ended up sleep-hugging. A good thing the heater was on. I woke up three hours later on that bare floor, still hugging Ntwanu. He was watching me in the most satisfying way I had ever seen him do. He lifted me, sent me straight into the bath tub so we could bath together. I made to talk but he took over. “Don’t say anything baby. I felt it. You don’t need to assure me of anything, I loved every bit of it. Thank you.” He was smiling so wide and I was happy about it. Although I felt what we had had changed, I didn’t want him to feel insecure. He had done so much for me and I owed him my life. What was more, he was the only one who could kill me in a blink of an eye if he wanted to.
“Good” was all I managed to say. Thinking about bringing up the matter of living only for one man apart from him, of telling him that man would freak out even if he hears I do him too, made me see another dark clouds hanging on our loving sky. So I kept mute and enjoyed showering him as he also did me, humming happy love songs in the process. His favourites then were Daddy Lumba and Kojo Antwi. I smiled sheepishly in hopes of covering the fear in my heart.
After breakfast, which he made, I asked if he wanted me to stop work. “Would that make you happy?” I told him I didn’t know. He asked me to do whatever made me happy adding, “nothing you do will stop me from marrying you when the time comes.” It was as if I had been hit by lightening. It was the first time marriage was mentioned between us and I felt so pressured. I wasn’t quite 20years old and had never thought of settling this soon after becoming matured. I wanted to continue my education, get everything I needed and move on but didn’t want to discuss it with him, not until I was sure he won’t flip.
He had a call which was rare. He picked the TV remote and switched it on, searched for Mexican channels. My pictures were everywhere on all the Mexican television networks. I was pronounced most wanted by the Mexican Police Force for drug peddling and export, human trafficking and forced prostitution. I froze.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 2018

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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