Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Chapter 89 I hate you, Ken

It was late hour when Ken arrived home. As he alighted from his car, he caught sight of Mrs. Fanny staring down to him through the window of the scarcely lit room. He could see her figure from his standing point and he could tell she had a towel across her bust; possibly she just had her bath and waiting hopefully for his arrival. Before he drove home after his arrival at the airport, he stopped at a grocery store and got her a sweet-smelling decorated flower, which he would use to pacify her. He knew her love for flower was out of this world and if he could get her one she would be calm within her spirit and not engage him in a quarrel.

When he entered the sitting room his eyes combed around and he saw some bottles of beer and rum with a flute of alcohol. Over at the dining is a dish of pasta and sauce. He felt it with his palm and noticed they must have been on the table for over a couple of hours because they were cold now. The television set was displaying some documentary and he quickly turned it off, walked to the fire place and lit up fire before climbing the staircase opposite him to the bedroom upstairs.

Gently the door creaked and opened widely, ushering in Ken. Mrs. Fanny turned her nagging gaze to him and Ken paused at the door as their eyes switched and unlocked the moment Ken looked away shamefully.

“I thought you would never return,” she said beneath her usual tone, as though there was a suppressing violence in her voice.

“Why wouldn’t I... I return?” Ken replied, praying within himself to keep firm and not to stutter. “I wh…” he wanted to say something when she cut in.

“With your phone line switched off and my messages not getting a response, I thought you have disappeared out of my life and never to return,” she said, and pulled out her hand from the rear; it was then Ken noticed the bottle of rum in her hand.

He made to her hastily, “Stop getting drunk.” He was holding her now and struggling the bottle with her.

“Get your hands off me!” she barked, “Where the hell have you been, Ken?” she asked and belched only to fight off Ken with the heavy breath of alcohol that surged from her mouth.

“You are drunk,” Ken said, closing his nose with his hands

“You are the one that is drunk. For not calling me to know of your where… whereabouts, you are the one that is dru…nk.” She stuttered.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t know my phone was turned off and then there was this client in Texas I had to attend to. Please, I beg of you, forgive me, my angel’s poop.”

“Why don’t you tell me something better,” she staggered and belched yet again. “That lie didn’t sink well.”

“What else do I have to say?” he snorted at the exudates of alcohol that surged at him. “I cannot lie to you, baby girl.”

But you just did asshole, you just did.” She brought the rum to her mouth and gulped a mouthful, grinned and staggered.

“I can’t stand here and watch you drink yourself to stupor. You have had enough for the night.”

He advanced to her yet again and snatched the bottle of rum from her. “You will have me to contend with if you touch this bottle again. I told you what happened. Is that why you turned the whole house into a beer joint, eh,” he quarreled.

“I hate you, Ken.” She staggered, “I hate you because you are lying to me. You know I hate liars to the path they thread. You better ask Fanny, my hor…horrible ex,” she tried to say at one breath.

“I am not lying to you, angel’s poop. Listen up.” He grabbed her and peered into her face. “Any word that crosses my lips is as refined as gold. I want you to take me by my words.”

“I …I phoned your secretary, Mister Layer and she said you left for the airport to New York and not Texas, eh.”

Ken grinned and shook his head, “Hell no probably she mistook it for New York, OK.”

Her eyes rolled and she wanted to belch but fought it off by inflating her cheeks.

Ken squeezed his nose to keep off the exudates of alcohol as he has been doing.

“Listen up His Lordship Ken; I divorced my husband because he lied to me. What makes you think I can’t do worse if you lie to me? If you ever lie to me, I promise you one thing,“ she said and staggered her face at him as she tried to hold his cheeks to pass her message better. “I will kill you, yes I will…”

He shook his head. “Fine I can’t lie to you,” he affirmed and winked and managed to hug her.

“Take me to the bathroom, I need a wash now,” she whispered and staggered, “Let go of me,” she barked, and dropped on the bed, opening and closing her mouth like a weak puppy.

“A minute,” Ken obliged and stripped of the bow tie, sleeves, jacket, and trousers he had on and bent to carry her. About carrying her, the towel, which had been across her bust got loosed and dropped on the floor.

“Easy,” she protested and ken lifted her on his shoulder into the bathroom.

“You shouldn’t have gotten yourself drunk.” Ken uttered as they made into the Jacuzzi.”

“You shouldn’t have turned off your phone, Mister!” She railed and squealed, “Oh gosh!” the moment Ken turned on the tap on her body and her body was getting wet and submerged in the lather of water. Cautiously, he rubbed her naked body with the bar soap and scrubbed from her neck to the pale, firm pair of breasts that pointed to the water. He noticed she was gaining consciousness gradually – from the ways her gaze followed his hands which ran across her body in irregular manner.

“I need a cup of water, Ken,” she whispered and he left and came back with a glass of warm water and gave her in the mouth to drink. She gulped it all and let a final belch and breathed hard, before holding his hands. “I miss you in this one night of your disappearance,” she added softly, lust parading in her eyes.

Ken smacked his lips, “I miss you too, sweet,” he said and wanted to speak further but wondered about what to say that was not connected to his disappearance so that she wouldn’t sense lies. Better still he would say a different thing totally out of the context of his disappearance. “I saw the dish at the dining.”

“Yes it must be stale now. I thought you would return much early.” Her voice was gentle and clear now.

“I am so sorry.” The thought of the flower he got her struck in his head, “Yes that reminds me. I bought you a charming flower. It is downstairs.”

“Nice of you,” she cackled briefly and said, “Next time buy me your presence and your punctuality at home and not flowers. I am not a gardener. I need you more than flowers,” she requested.

“I understand. I will make it up to you,” he replied and washed her feet now.

“Talking about making it up to me; you got me engaged some nights ago and I am not exact about the day of our wedding. When is it going to be or are we married already?”

Ken paused scrubbing her feet. He blinked effortlessly like a thousand times. “Calm down. I am on this. Same way I surprised you with an engagement will I also surprise you with a wedding.” He resumed scrubbing her feet.

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed as he approached between her inner thighs and washed her clitoris’ lips. “Oh yeah Ken, your penis will do the washing much better than the scrubbing,” she said and brought her gaze on his bulged lingerie which was filled with his groin and balls…