jilted - Season 1 - Episode 4

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jilted - Season 1 - Episode 4

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?General POV
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“mama” He held her by the waist and kissed her slowly.

“Ambrose wait, I am not taking that”
“What?” He still didn’t let go off her waist.
“You went to my friends house to embarrass them” She lifted her nose up like she was trying to prevent a smell from entering her nostrils.


“They told you that? Mtcheeew. I dont like them, all of them”
“They are my friends Ambrose”
“You would have to choose one, me or them”

“What?”
“Look, I want a responsible woman and a healthy relationship. We fight over same thing everyday, bad friends, rudeness, dress sense. house wife features, none available” He blew into her face.

“Are you just knowing all this, since a year now?”

“I am not sending you out of my life, we have gone than that far. But please, stop being ill mannered, you hate it when people around you are doing great, you always want to put them down. Can you accept for once that you can’t always be the best?” He said trying to sU-Ck her neck.

“No” She pushed him aside, she sat on the soft bouncy bed.
“Look at this, since you left this morning I haven’t swept the room. Can you do that for the first time at least?”
“What’s this sudden madness? You know house chores isn’t my thing, I don’t know how to do this things and am not going to pretend about it” She sent the duvet to the dirty floor rubbing her legs vigorously against the bed spread.

“So what exactly can you do? What?” He vibrated in his standing position.
“Smoke, just smoke, catch fun, feel loved, club, travel, I was born to catch fun and not to work my life out trying to please some sort of husband eewwwhh” She bounced continuously on the bed.
“Smoke? Ok fine, I wouldn’t stop you from smoking. I love it too but baby, let this relationship grow, what would you teach our kids?”
“Smoke! They ought to be like me”
He stood there and watch her with mixed feelings before heading for the kitchen.


?Ambrose POV?
I smoke, she smokes. Infact we do competitions most times.
I was thinking of marriage soon but I don’t want a virago, a dirty lady, an expensive woman or some kind of prostitute.
Prostitution for fun was one of her terrible past , I doubt if she won’t go back to that life anytime soon. When we met, she approached me and I loved her courage, we started dating. One year now. Her friends never liked me and I dislike them too. They were her problems, I have tried separating them but it’s not just working. Mosa is a model, she gets contracts with big companies, she gets really paid, always having recommendations, always attending interviews. I am not comfortable with my woman around her, Mosa has slept with almost all the producers in our vicinity and in the industry at large. Everyone knows, it’s not hidden and she’s proud of it.


Jerry, she is dead rude, She care
less who you are, she just talk! She was against I and Hanna from the start and that was how we started our own trouble. The third one? Full time husband snatcher, street fighter, a classic tout.




I am back in the room now, I swept the floor with a very heavy heart while she bursted bubbles of her gum where she sat.
“You aren’t sleeping over. Are you?” I asked, I am done sweeping.
“I am” She responded picking up her phone.


“Go home, I don’t have money for your dinner, you don’t eat mama puts” I said as I jumped on the bed, I la!d there with my face down.

“I will take care of our dinner” She volunteered.

“I said go home!” I threw my pillow at her in anger.


If only i knew!


?Hanna POV?
He knows how much I hate been ordered around, I hate it when you make me do things against my wish. I should get something I really want.

I started with the mini refrigerator in the room. I emptied everything in it and fling them carelessly across the room. I was upset and crying.
He tried stopping me but I was really angry, I dismantled everything I la!d my hands on.
When I was done in the room, I moved to his kitchen. I broke a good number of glasses before I finally cut myself.

“See now” He quickly wrapped a clothe round the bleeding hand and rushed me out of the house.

At the clinic, I got treated and the hands stitched.

“Are you okay now?” He ran his fingers through my hair.


“Yes” It’s getting dark already, the sky seems darker than it should be. There was lightening accompanied by some disturbing sounds.
“Hey, I can’t open the door myself. Can’t you see i am nursing my right hand?” He already sat in the car, he wasn’t expecting me to open the door myself, I am sure, I stood next to the door and waited for him to come down from the vechile.

He came down, turn around and flung the door open. I sat comfortably as he slammed the door angrily, he didn’t say anything but I knew he was angry.


“How much can you spare?” He finally said something after driving for minutes.

“For?”
“We aren’t going to sleep in a messy place tonight right? Let’s use an hotel”
“Good, I would foot all bills”
“Better!” Throughout the drive, he didn’t utter a word, I turn on the radio with my left hand and he turned it off, I turned it on again and he did the same. We continued that way until he came to an halt in front of a huge building, the gate swang open and he drove in. The rain started drizzling, there was no umbrella in his car and there was no way I would walk under the rain especially now that I am nursing my injured finger.
“I am waiting” He held the car’s door and waited patiently for me to alight.
In few seconds, the rain went from little to large. He was drenched in it.
“Come down!” I was sure he screamed that because the thunder and noise made by the heavy down pour were too loud for a low voice to be heard.


“I don’t want to get wet!”
“Oh God!” He slammed the door. I watch him go into the hotel.


He didn’t leave me behind did he?. Seconds later, he was back with an umbrella, I jubilated.
I finally came down, he held the umbrella above my head but I wasn’t going to move.
“Carry me” I opened my hands like a 3years old who want to be held by mama. He made a rumbling sound. Soon, I was lifted off my foot, I held the umbrella over our heads and he walked slowly towards the reception. My bare arm touched his clingy wet shirt as he walked and I shivered. We got to the reception and he threw me to the floor carelessly.

“Ewwwh” I groaned. He didn’t look at me, he just had a conversation with the receptionist and got the key.

“You paid?” I was surprised, I thought he had no money on him. He nodded positively. He took the umbrella and returned it to the receptionist.

He lead the way all through the long stairs.
“Poor facilitates, no lift” I murmured. He ordered food, he ate immediately it came without bothering about me.


“I want to eat” I shook his leg.
“There” he pushed the tray of food towards me.

“I can’t feed my self” I raised my stitched hand slowly. He munched a spoon of rice while staring at me.

“So?”
“Feed me”
“Am sorry, but you will have to remain hungry for the night”

It came over me again, my head spun. I hated it when he doesn’t do what I want, I feel stupid. I started with the bottle water, it went out through the window.

“What’s wrong in you?” He twisted my stitched hand and the pains sent me down.
He pushed me to the wall.
“You just break things, smash heads, insult people, hate on people and you are still not tired” He screamed it hard that I had to shut my eyes.

“If you don’t change, I will leave!”
“Uhhh” I opened my eyes, he was already in the bathroom now.

“Would you leave if I don’t change for real?” He had a towel round his waist, he was done bathing.
Silence.

He stood at the window, I don’t know what he was staring at but he stared. The rain poured really hard and heavy. I walked up to him and held him from the back.
“I am sorry” I apologized, my head on his back. He turned around.
“I am glad you apologized, it shows I am getting somewhere, the Hanna I know don’t apologize even if she’s wrong”
He had my head on his bare chest and I felt relieved.
“Mama promise to be a good girl” I whispered.
“I hope so” We stood in that position for few minutes before a thunder accompanied by a bright lightening struck. And because we were standing very close to the window, we were scared to the bones and both of us landed on the well tiled floor laying side by side.


“Oh my God, that was scary!”
“I thought you were going to stand like a man, coward!” I mocked giggling.
We laughed, few seconds later, we maintained silence again.
I don’t know who gave in first, but few minutes later, we were all over each other. Ambrose was the best man ever.
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