Chapter 144: Chapter 144

Chapter 144

~I want you to marry mom~

Ken squatted to Blueyes once he noticed the kid was playing with his dinner. He had tried to fix two plates of flakes for himself and Blueeyes and even after he was done eating his, Blueueyes was yet to munch down a spoonful. The night was very much cold, so Ken tucked away at the fireplace to get warmth, obviously taking caution not to smoke in the presence of his child. He wanted to give him the best of home training.

Blueeyes kept digging into his bowl, blinking at his father with the corner of his eyes and a long face that might not earn a smile in the nearest future if he didn’t see his mother.

Ken checked up his phone to see if Jacy had not replied his messages since she vehemently declined his call. When he noticed there was none, he stole a glance at Blueeyes to see his face had gone crimson, and he had finally abandoned his meal, and folded his arm before the food, as though he was waiting for answers from the flakes.

“You don’t look cheerful,” Ken said interrogatively, knowing the reason he looked walked up but wouldn’t mind to hear from the horse’s mouth. He grabbed his spoon, mixed up the flakes with the evaporated milk that floated and had a spoon. “Yummy.” He masticated invitingly and took yet another spoonful. “Don’t you like it, uh?” he asked, snorting and winking at Blueeyes who kept his gaze at the plate of flakes.

“Do I need to ask you where mom is before you know my reason for being walked up?” he asked quietly.

Ken paused masticating the mouthful of flakes and stared at his interrogator thoughtfully. As you can see your mom isn’t doing pretty well the duties of a mother. He pointed at the wall clock , “What is it by the time, past eleven , uh and your momma is yet to return home? Can you beat that?”

Blueeyes rolled his eyes at him and threw his gaze to the clock before asking; “When we left in the morning for the beach did we leave together as family?” he queried and returned his gaze to get his answers.

Before he answered him, he rephrased the question in his head, trying to understand why his son was asking such question in a manner so indirectly that he took him for a police detective.

“Um…yeah…yeah,” his reply was dulled by anxiety, and much concern for the smartness of his son, far bigger than his age.

“So why did we return as neighbors?” his frown would have been better than his second question that succeeded in making Ken seem to be standing naked before a crowd.

“Neighbors?” he thought, “I had my eyes darting for your mom all over but she was nowhere to be found. I wouldn’t love to keep late night,” he said and added, “I mean us,” when Blueeyes squeezed his infant lips in disapproval. He continued, “Your mom is an unstable woman. She hardly stays at a place. What stops her from staying with me, her man, uh?”

Blueeyes jerked his head, “I saw it dad. You were bickering with her…”

He interrupted, “Were we bickering or arguing …”

“Either word doesn’t justify the fact that you don’t love her. You avoided her and always fall out with her at the slightest provocation. You suck, dad,” he added.

“What!” Ken snapped, “Oh damn it, son, what do you know about love, uh?”

His voice was calm enough to educate Ken that he knew much about what he least expected from him.

“Then I know much about hate and these few days you have taught me much of it.”

Perceiving that it was not ordinary conversation as he thought Ken took the seat behind him and faced the kid-adult before him.

“Regardless of the fact that I left her is that the reason she should be outside at this time,” he said coldly, feeling like to smoke, also hungry. He dragged the flakes to his side and had a mouthful to fight back the urge to smoke. On a second thought he considered smoking because as much as he knew Blueeyes was no kid. He never knew he had been under the same roof with an adult.

“Oh dad, stop. We are here enjoying warmth and smiling at bowls of flakes with no harm on us. What if something has happened to her out there? This is Brooklyn, dad. It is not as clean as whistle when it come s to security.”

He was already devouring the flakes to emptiness, “Trust me your mom is as fine as the ass of a rabbit. She knows her way around New York and can never be hurt. She is street,” he said through mouthfuls of flakes, hmmm… really tasty,” he added, is that the reason you lost your appetite, uh yummy?” he said yet again and drank up the remnant of the milk in the bowl.

Blueeyes cleared his throat shooting his scowled face at Ken and inwardly cursing him, struggling not to disrespect him verbally. “You are not drinking that with your clear eyes are you?”

Ken paused drinking the milk and glared at Ken, “Of course I am,” he groaned, “My eyes are wide open while I drink it. I am, baby boy.” He widened his eyes at him humorously before he continued drinking.

“Lies, you are damn hungry like vampire, dad. You don’t know how to cook like most men do. All you can do is ascertain the perfect measurement of milk, flakes and water and mix the concoction of rubbish. If mom were around we would be eating good food now, and having nice aroma under our breath.”

Ken raised a brow, “Listen up boy, I am a man, your F-A-T-H-E-R,” he spelt, “Your father not your slay queen or house wife. If she gets back, tell her to prepare you some nice recipe, say Cheese Burger or Reuben Sandwich.” He stood up to take a walk, “I can always make it up to you, son. Beside I owe you a wish. You know what dad can do.” He recalled and stroked his hair.

“Yes dad, I am yet to tell you my third wish,” replied Blueeyes, feeling much excited now as his face lit up with curiosity.

Ken started walking away to the staircase, when he interrupted him.

“I would love to say my third wish now!” he said aloud.

“Oh son, please later, I have got heavy eyes. I got to rest,” he protested.

“No, I insist now,” he snapped, murmuring.

Ken halted and swirled to look at him. “I am all ears.”

“I want you to marry mom,” he said with all seriousness.

“What!” ken exclaimed, “Who is the producer of the movie you just mentioned?” he asked humorously.

But then he had lost sleep…