CHAPTER FIVE

The red carpet lavishly produced a faintly escort to Mark Slater. The door of the latest furnished room shone brightly. It was gold coated. It reflected his well-built body as it curved his shadow giving respect, loyalty and ushering in the majesty. Mark Slater was eager to see Laura for the second time. The first time was when she even spared his life at the oil rig massacre. And the second time was that time close.

His eyes were introduced into a new erotica room. Well brushed walls with white paint. The scarlet carpet extends its way into the room. A picture of love entanglement puzzles the wall end front. Another picture of a two-way despair situation fumbles a girl. The pictures were well clung to the wall. Candles were well installed at every corner. It was in the daytime, and the candle's presence renounced its importance at night. Two steps and he's welcomed by a site of a drum filled with lukewarm water and sprinkled with tiny leaves and flowers that wafted their scent to every corner of the room. Ahead of it, a king bed size boisterously awaited for a scene of action. Well spread with a white sheet and refurbished with red roses. The linen of decorated flimsy sticks divided the room.

The door closes behind him. In front of him, a lady sat on a mat, crossing her legs. He only saw her back. Her well-plaited dark hair was elongated enough to cover her shoulders. Her body was well wrapped with a sheet. The sheet transposed her body figure to its edges and curves. Her hips bulged over the mat. Her hands were still designated between her legs. She seemed no interest in the intruder.

One step ahead. Mark Slater gets on the verge of the view of the table. The maroon-furnished table relaxed lowly on the floor. The height that reached knee-high of the lady seated before him. The table was supplied with an accomplice of different delicacies. A dish of different fruits, three dishes fully covered and a jar of water served with two glasses, a bottle of, two melamine plates with a serving rod and a chopstick. Ahead of the table another mat lay but well decorated and coated.

Mark Slater felt sugar for that moment. He thought of having the most precious thing in his world. He had always waited for an opportunity to pounce back or even surprise him like this even with consequences but it happen by chance. He had always wanted to reconcile with the land of Ura and make a treaty but approaching the matter was not promising.

Mark Slater negotiates a corner of the table and turns to adorn the seat. He rests on the mat and compresses it into a thin layer. Though he seemed comfortable. He crisscrossed his legs and extends his two hands that he rested them by the elbow and supported his cheeks. He slowly scanned the girl’s face and she positioned her eyes between her legs. She looked down bending his neck as if her head was too heavy to withstand the weight.

“Laura!” Mark Slater starts. He is amused when two drops of tears land on her thighs. He becomes upset. “what’s wrong?” Mark Slater asked. No answer came yet. Gently Mark Slater extends his right hand and held her by the chin and slowly lifts her face. Her eyes were swollen and as red as beetroot. This renounced a problem to tackle. Mark Slater admired her light complexional pretty face that had no spot on it.

“What a baby face!” he complimented. Her eyes were still glued to the same spot between her legs. “No harm in me Laura, just do not be upset,” Mark Slater says as his hand slides slowly on her bosom. Her bosom was not that foggy, but full of tenderness and pointed like the horns of a gazelle.

“It's my pleasure to have you dine with me and served.” Mark Slater exchanging his gratitude for lowering his status. He opens the dish. The dishes were well served with hot soup and well-cooked meat. He serves her. She remained a figure to him. “Have a taste please.” he says as he gets a taste of the food.

He stole a glance at her severally. He tries to relate the face he saw at the oil rig at that time. They seemed familiar. “Just exactly as I saw.” he said. How come I have heard a rumor that you died a long time ago? Recently I have heard that you still exist and so I sent my soldiers to get you.” He extends his hand and rubs her cheek severally to affirm if it was a spirit.

“Yes, you are the Laura I know, breathing and alive. Or have you resurrected? I hear resurrected ones, never take a thing. Are you?” He questioned. Christine would feel the presence of the spirit of her sister Laura overwhelming her. She conforms herself and sighs in relief gazing at him like a statue. Her fury was evident on her face. A burning desire kept haunting her to confront Mark Slater. She had all patience. She waited for that opportunity that would have pugnacity and he would meet the iron lady by herself.

Their eyes met and they looked at each other for a moment. “Your pulchritude is stunning. It's just driving me wild.” Mark Slater complemented her winking. “Just watch your words. Do not intrigue the awakening of demons in me that you can not control and do not belong to this world.” Christine stated. This caught Mark Slater horror-stricken. “Usually, I admire your character. It’s of our benefit if you allow an entente in between our lands you will be served the highest seat. It’s just an offer I would like to share with you. That’s why I sought for you my Laura.”

“Who is Laura?”

“You”

“You are alleged to the murderer of Laura two seasons ago. You were behind the scenes of her death.”

“And who are you?”

“Laura’s ...”

“I’m I sitting with a spirit?”

“Maybe ...”

“ No! No! Now I see why you are a legend.

This makes him even drop his chopstick constrained in disbelief. He even tries to imagine the figure blurring and forming a distorted figure. He almost got choked by a piece of meat he had swallowed. This roused a horrible scene for him. A tsar sitting with a spirit. A haunting spirit. He tries to pinch his hand to confirm if he is a dead too.

All he has never heard was Laura’s sister. Laura and Christine were born in the heart of their homeland Ura. The lineage of Mugwe. They looked like identical twins. Apart from their parents, no one would dispense them apart. Their bodies were well curved and formed that demanded attention. They gave sleepless nights to the men of the land of Ura. Only their mother would acknowledgeable call them by their names. In addition to their mother whom they had the same size and weight with they posed an appealing but complicated look when going to fetch water. Njenga had an alternative way to distinguish his wife Lucy from his two daughters. A birthmark on her bosom. Christine had a mousey character and Laura had a bold character. An outward distinguishing feature between them but upon compelling by her sister Christine would do anonymously.