Chapter 134: Chapter 134

Chapter 134

~The three wishes~

Dinner was ready but Jacy wasn’t ready to join Ken and Blueeyes to enjoy the meal of vegetable sauce and boneless roasted beef. She had served the meal and tucked away by the corner of the sitting room while Ken and Blueeyes ate avidly and quietly. Whereas ken wasn’t bothered about her absence, Blueeyes was much bothered as he paused, stared at his mother carefully and recalled he needed to ask his father to fulfill some of his wishes for guessing aright that he was hiding a flower at his back.

The kid cleared his throat, “You know I am yet to present to you my wish for guessing aright the flower you hid at your back, earlier.”

Ken paused masticating the food in his mouth, and stared in the space thoughtfully to recall that he actually made mention of that, earlier when he walked through the door, hiding a flower in his arm at the back.

“I know,” he replied, and cleared his throat, “You can tell me your wish later or phone me because I have got no much time to spend in New York.”

Blueeyes scowled his face just then and dropped his cutlery, “But why? Why do you always leave as soon as you visit? Are we piling hell in your head?” he queried, snorted and fell back in his chair, losing interest in the dinner.

“Come on son, you don’t have to reason that way.” He looked at Blueeyes, followed his gaze and noticed he was staring at Jacy his mother, who was smoking passionately at the corner now.

Blueeyes put his face downwards, and raised his head to say, “I am ready now to say my wish. So if you don’t mind I would love to present my wish to you,” his childish, enthusiastic voice sounded, making Ken to blink anxiously at him and relaxed in his chair.

“Ok,” he replied, “I am all ears.” He quickly had his juice to listen to what Blueeyes had to say.

He counted on his finger while he said, “First I want you to host us to a picnic tomorrow…”

“No son…” Ken protested.

But was interrupted immediately by Blueeyes, “No objection, dad. Second,” he continued, counting on his finger, “I want you to tell mom how much you love her.”

Ken raised a brow, widened his eyes, shot an offensive frown at his child while he spoke on.

“Third…” Blueeyes paused and thoughtfully agreed to say the third wish at latter time. “I will tell you the third wish tomorrow once you fulfill the two wises.”

“Come on son you know I can’t do this. I can’t, you may have to opt for what children like you would wish,” he complained, shook his head, raised his voice now and stole a glance at Jacy, who overheard everything but pretended not to give a shot at whatever they were saying.

“You can’t because you are keeping malice with mom. You two keep quarreling over issues that can best be resolved amicably over dinner and a hug.”

Ken crossed his lips with his fingers. “Come on Blue, what do you know? Go to bed or you gist me about happenings at school.” He rolled his eyes at him. “You are just a kid.

Blueeyes stood up angrily, his face frowning and molding like that of a cat.

“How about a kid disappearing, and never to be found by his parents?”

Jacy flashed a scary stare at Blueeyes the moment she heard that, as she pondered if he meant it or not and then threw away her gaze as Ken looked at her.

Ken peered at him, “You would do not such thing, son,” he stared into his fallen face. “You have to remain humble.”

Blueeyes kept a hard grin, “Flout my wishes and see me do it.”

“Ok fine,” Ken said, stole a menacing glance at Jacy suspicious of her inspiring Blueeyes to make such demands.” I will ponder over it. But I thought…” he said, tuning down his voice so that Jacy wouldn’t hear him. “I thought you would make wishes like buying you new collections of toys, going on a vacation to Hong Kong, you know stuff meant for children. What you just said is for adults. Who taught you that?”

Blueeyes looked at his mother, and Ken followed his gaze.

“Oh mom taught you.”

Blueeyes debunked it, “Hell no.” he stood to his feet, “My desire taught me that. Goodnight dad!” he said cheeringly and trudge away, advancing to the staircase that led to his room.

When ken walked to her side, he warned, “You got to be careful what you teach this child,” he saw the tattoos on her neck; it was a butterfly and a kiss, and he perceived if there was another tattoo she just put on her body that he didn’t know off. She never had a tattoo, and he suspected she was adjusting to new belief and way of life that could affect their child.

“What did I teach him?” she mumbled, staring at Ken anxiously and not eager to bicker with anyone not even Ken.

“I don’t know what you taught that kid. But he is knowing more than his age,” he said, pointing his finger at her and walking away only to pause and return to her. “Another thing,” he said and added, “I don’t want to see you in my room tonight,” he warned, shot an evil, angry stare at her and walked away.

Jacy winked at him, feeling to wail than to smoke but smoking anyways; it was going to be a lonely, boring night; she wouldn’t pretend. She dimmed her eyes, drew one last straw of smoke and quenched the cigar in a tray before taking the exit to the guest room upstairs.

Since Ken resumed in his room, he had been sipping coffee and staring at the photo album and he just noticed that most of the pictures in the album were the ones he took with Jacy when they were dating five years ago. He stumbled upon one of the pictures in which Jacy was stark naked with just a piece of netted bikini covering her nipples and vagina and thick buttocks. He stared at it, swallowing hard for a minute, recognizing she was still attractive till this moment. He watched as his erection built and pointed at his face under his trousers, and he decided to swallow his pride and go for her in the guest room…