jilted - Season 1 - Episode 37

4 years ago

jilted - Season 1 - Episode 37

Lagos, Nigeria.

?Hanna POV?
Kay was on my neck, i practically began to avoid him but he had a way of getting my attention. my eye was healing fast, I could now use it without the lens but I wouldn’t dare go close to any type of light without the lens.

Ha-ha, Amos is serving a four years jail term for attempted murder, assault and whatever out lawyer charged him for.
Haira and Ambrose are cooling off somewhere in South Africa. It’s not been easy for me, it seems like I was alone in my own world. No friends, no boyfriend, no sister, my dad runs away from home and the fish wife isn’t even an option. I don’t want to talk to her, she’s the culprit. The reason for my wayward and miserable life.

I sat on the armless chair in the big sitting room, it was comforting and I could stretch out my body on it. it looks like a bed and a little like a chair. The house was totally silent aside from the tickling of the “scortum” wall clock.

The door cracked and I turned to look, it was Kay. This guy again.

“Don’t look at me like that” He said when he saw the contemptuous look on my face.
“What do you want?” I fired getting out of my chair.

“You hate me that much? I mean no harm. If love is a crime, I would rather stay in your jail” He said walking towards me.
I sat back into my chair when I knew i couldn’t do anything to send him off.
“I miss you” he said. He took off my lens and I quickly guided my eye from the ray of light trying to penetrate.

“You deserve something better, someone that would tell you how beautiful you are even if you look ugly, you should glow in love and be happy again” He lean forward, I was going to say something when he fixed his lips into mine. I couldn’t resist those fresh breath, I held the back of his head and we s----d for few seconds before he withdrawal.
“Am sorry, you are too hot to be resisted. How are you feeling now?” He asked and I nodded.

“Fine, very better” I sank back into the chair.

There was silence, I felt his stares on me and I became really uncomfortable.
“I want to take a nap upstairs” I said trying to get him off my sight.
“I would take you”

Before I could say pimmm, I was lifted up my foot a d carried in the bridal style. I saw my caring Ambrose in Kay, Ambrose carried me this way very much. When I was ill, Ambrose once held me like that until I fell asleep.
“Show me the way” He grinned taking closer looks into my eyes.

I directed him, I closed my eyes all through and tried to inhale that smell I use to inhale from Ambrose’s dress but it wasn’t there, the smell here was just neutral.
“Do you take afternoon pills?” He asked as he gently placed me on my warm bed i nodded at his question.

“Have you taken it?”
“No, mom is off to the market and I wouldn’t use them without lunch” I said trying to catch some sleep.
“You can’t cook?” he asked and I opened my eyes wide. I felt embarrassed and bittered at the same time.
“It’s not bad, my sister can’t cook either and we haven’t killed her. You don’t have to feel bad if you can’t cook, it’s a skill you acquire on earth no one is born with it”
Yes, yes! This is a similar version of Ambrose.
“Thank you” I said trying to hold my tears back, it would only hurt my eye.

“You need to swallow your pills, let me take you out for lunch if you don’t mind” He offered a hand and I held it while he pulled me up.

“Where are the pills?” he asked and I showed him the drawer. He dragged it out and got hold of a pharmatical nylon.
“We should use my car” I pointed at a particular key resting on my dressing table.
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