HIS WEAK WOMAN

“Goodness Nila, what an amazing day it is for the world, dear one. The earth better be ready for you. You look gorgeous, my friend.” She had always known the best poetic words to keep me happily numb. She was more than a friend and from the early days of childhood down to the crispy Sundays in Manhattan, where we grew up, we weren't surprised that we would go to the same college together, let alone pursue the same course. So Pinky was more than a friend. A sister would be an understatement too. Today is my wedding day and life has been so good that a day like this will come when a girl like me will be treated like a princess for the moment. Being the bride, I am surrounded by about ten amazing bridesmaids and this feeling alone would not stop tearing me down. I mean, it felt so heavenly. So Pinky had just noticed this until she raised the undoubtable attention, “Can I have a moment with the bride?” So they all walked out. “This is your day honey, you deserve all this.” Those were the warm, comforting words when she realized that I had just broken out. Moments later my Papa T and Mummy Tabs would come and pick me up. The daughter had made them proud. Just as always. At first, when love was still young, Mummy Tabs used to warn me about the Taylor's with all the history of what it meant to be from a family Charles Taylor was, with all the body counts(being the number of people the family had killed) dangerous operations, ruthless attacks and bla blah blaaah… I blocked my ears with a tangible cotton like I was not that kind of innocent child who would not want to hear anything from a ‘stranger,' but only the parents. My dad T would always leave an empty suggestion when it came to this and was like, “Whatever makes you happy kid, do it …” Today, we are all seated here and all I could hear was congratulations. Life is always a pleasant surprise and authoritatively honest when I have just decided to take some time alone,so I had to ask it in a polite way. “Mom,Dad,” “Can I have some minutes alone?” “Sure,dear.” They would then watch me walking out with tears moving swiftly down their chubby cheeks. Their daughter had really grown. Outside, were some beautifully done flowers that protruded amazingly from the vase, releasing a thirstful sent through an appreciable amount of oxygen. The wind would come and blow away the older pollen from its bud, ushering in a new generation one, most of the petals swept away would land on the ones nearby. I was curious to see how nature works and realized that some of the pollen grains were redirected to the furthest vase at the corner, the one isolated and hidden so that no one would notice. The interest that got me rolling made me move further so that I would wipe away the dust and inform them of pollen to ensure continuity for nature. Unlucky enough, this was not a good day at the office since the flowers were always drying up and there was nothing anybody could do about it. When you get so lonely, sometimes you just have to pause everything and listen to your heart. The atmosphere at that place was as silent as the graves, but from a very far, silent moans would be visible. Who moans at this time of the day? I had to follow the non-projectile verbal intrusions and the nearer I got, the voice indeed seemed so familiar. “No, it can't be him. No odds in the atmosphere would even make Charles do this,” I said to myself. Eventually, I arrived at the crime scene and, interestingly enough, the window was left beautifully open. I can't talk about that empty room's door, because it probably never existed. “Charles Taylor!!” My heart skipped several beats from view, “My very own friend, Pinky, sucked his c**k like she was perfecting on some reflex!!?” Both of them had just noticed my presence and continued like it meant nothing. We were just with her for a few minutes and never knew that she was the devil. “She has already found us. Now let's change the venue,” Pinky said as she was more than ready now to lose ties with me for him. I never looked at him the same way. “Not yet, Pinky, you've made me c*m, let me return the favor.” He would say softly after pushing her towards the wall then looked like he was about to go on his knees. Many times in life I have faced betrayal and this hurt me the most, especially when my nerves were triggered and muscles caused a contraction and, according to my long-term battle,I had known what was about to kick in. My asthmatic attack was back, and I never knew a moment when I could not feel myself was back, this day coming when I least expected it. Asthma was a real enemy. “I warned you, Charles, had we walked out, then we'd be free from all this endless drama! Now look at what we have to deal with.” She would then call for an alarm, bringing the attention of everyone. My parents were the first ones to arrive at the place. Pinky for sure had known me so well that she knew what my first aid was, they could no longer be grateful for her. Gaining recovery was possibly the most important part of my life and a quick transformation one too. I knew that I was not just a girl, but a girl indeed. Times when I am intimidated by my own feelings are indeed gone and, in a clever manner, the silent ones are always the most dangerous ones. “Let's go on with the wedding mummy.” I said, adding that the altar needed us. It would not take a moment before presenting back at where we rightfully belonged. “Do you, Nila Homes, take Charles Taylor to be your wonderfully bewedded husband. To love and to cherish…” I recall the words coming as tears dropped from my gown. They thought that I was frankly happy, and the tears were joyous. But my eyes would never lie, “...in sickness and in health. Till death do you apart?” It was all quiet waiting for a response.