I briefed my father on everything that had happened and the little accident we had ,he spoke to me softly and asked that I handed the phone over to Zayn for further instructions. He spoke for a few minutes before the phone went off again with a flat battery . "He promised to send someone " Zayn mummered. "I told him where we were heading before the accident " Zayn continued before dropping the phone . He checked the power bank we had been using and saw it was also long drained . "I guess we have to wait and hope ,they guess our direction right " I commented. "So where did we stop " Zayn asked as he crawled back to where I was at the back of the car. " You were telling me about yourself" I replied hoping he would continue. "Oh, that !" Zayn exclaimed. "Well " he sighs . "That is the story of my life " "A story ..." He paused "A story I don't share to just anyone." "Well you shared it with me " I whispered in
Over the next few days I felt very much angry at myself, angry about the fact I had acted like a whore in the car to his every touch and though most times I pretended to hate everything that happened the night of the accident I didn't regret it at all. I knew Zayn was so much aware of how I felt , I knew men of his type thought of woman as an object and I wasn't going to give him the benefit of that doubt. I wouldn't let him use me as he might had used others only to dump them later. Zayn was almost everywhere in the house this days making avoiding him so much difficult , I knew I staying in my room wouldn't stop the son of a bitch as he had proved severally he had no respect for privacy . He walked around my house as if he owned it and trespassing my door step wouldn't be any issue for him at all not with my father smiling stupidly at whatever he said like Zayn's little puppy. I hated Zayn so much and that was a lie I told myself not with the way he
Zayn stood right there on the spot I had left him still confused about everything , he asked himself if he had done anything wrong that day to sprout the anger I was sprouting out at him . "Damn that cursed woman " he cussed as punched the walls with his fists. Zayn took out a pack of cigar from his pockets and after lighting one ,he ran his hands through his air as he puffed out the smoke into the air. He stood there watching the birds feed on the leftover seeds on the floor and when he looked around he saw I had the bucket behind when I stormed out of his sight in anger. Some birds were already gathering on top of it and pecking away at the seed . Zayn waves his hands heretically "shoo..." the birds all flew away in the different directions. At first Zayn thought about bringing the bucket to my room as he passed my door , he was about knocking but he thought against it again and dropped it by my door as he walked away to meet My father. I could
One of the maids almost bumped into me as I made way into my mother's room behind me was another carrying a not so heavy carton of papers in her hands. "Mother" I said as I walked in . Mother looked up from where she was at her table knitting , she did that once in awhile whenever she was bored , worried or something else. " The wedding card just came in " I waved one in midair. "Bring that let me have a good look at " she waves me over while reaching for her glasses at a corner on the table. " Wow ! They look so pretty " she commented. " Your husband to be sure has good taste for colours" "Yeah he does" i mumbled . "Am I missing out from something? " Mother asked casting me a questionable gaze. "What do you mean ma'am" I looked at her pretending I was confused . "Your reply! " She added. "The way you look " "You don't seem happy doing this right?" Mother asked again casting me that questionable gaze I had known over the yea
The next two weeks before the wedding went by fast ,very fast and the wedding I looked forward to at least out of curiosity was few hours away. Zayn had picked a nice orchestra band from somewhere the city and everything looked like it was perfect except the two young soon to be married couples that still wouldn't speak to each other. When father told me Zayn had picked an orchestra band I was both angry and disappointed ,this was the sort of things he was supposed to do with me and though a part of me didn't mind him going to and fro making everything possible for the wedding to be a success I did appreciated it but was a bit jealous. Ever since the last time I and Zayn bumped into each other we've hardly said a word to each other apart from mumbled greetings the dance practises were long and boring and the rehearsal dinner was worse. Zayn kept missing his lines for the toast and I kept missing steps and what to do next . For others around us we were just two young
Sunlight creeped through the curtain of the bridal suite, I sat in front of the mirror as the stylist worked on my hair , my face was red and flushed as I stared at myself in the mirror not believing how beautiful I looked . My cousin walked in with two glasses filled with Champagne. "Wow , Jean you ...you look so beautiful " she commented. "Yeah , I know " I replied her as I checked myself again in the mirror, that bit of happiness burying the shadow of darkness I was feeling at that moment. " Are you fine Jean? " she queried as she got closer. "Yeah ,why asking ?" i replied trying to hide the discomfort I was feeling. "I know you too well Jean you are not happy about all this " "Are you sure you want to go through with this? " Kathy added as she moved closer to whisper into my ears. "Or do you want to elope?" "Good gracious!" I exclaimed. "Why would you say something of sort?" I poked Kathy . "
The rest of the days went by quickly and though Zayn was mostly away doing this or that I paid little or no attention except when we ate at local restaurants and said few words to each other or when he wanted things done . As much as I wanted his touch I couldn't bring my self to ask and since we were both engulfed in pride no one did. I would had gotten bored at a point but since I was making friends with the local and could speak a bit , I had no problem. Most times I was away making beads with my little friends or laying by the sea side . I was at the shore that evening when Zayn came back quite earlier than usual. My little friend pointed toward the direction of the cabin and when I looked back I saw Zayn standing akimbo and looking in our direction while trying to force a smile. He was wearing a shirt and neck bead I had made as a gift and jeans he had cut to his knees . " Jean can I talk to you ?" He asked as he got close to me. "Sure I will join you in the c
I walked toward my favourite part of the house after that , Zayn phone had rung and he was away trying to pick the call while I waited for him in the garden the same garden I had embarrassed him a few months back, the memories of that day was still fresh in my memories like the leaves and from way the birds hovered around me I was quite sure they had missed me. "Don't worry I would ask mother to find someone to feed you when I am away " i whispered to them . Mamma were right when she said I looked like nonna when it comes to loving the birds . I had watched nonna feed the birds just once and that was enough for me to fall in love with them. Zayn tapped me from behind his hands felt warm where he had touched . "Are you ready to leave ?" I suddenly realized I had taken quite a while out there in the garden after I glanced at my watch it was so long it was hard to remember why I had actually strolled out there . I swallowed. “sure let me say bye to mother ” .His