Busy Loving

Man of the hour

They say that the only way to make peace is by telling the truth, as this is the only way to the heart, some truths are always tormenting, but what choice do we have in life?

I never took a minute before giving her an answer,

“Well, it's okay.”

Moments later we would fall asleep.

That night we all slept deeply and as much as I can't remember what I dreamt about, I believe that this was the moment that I learnt so much.

They say that life is what you make and live the moment as it comes and, standing with what I believe, infidelity has always been a red flag since childhood and this was not me.

But what would you do on a fine morning when woken up by luring fine sun-baked kisses and an amazing breakfast from her? She wore a sexy outfit for the day and as much as she tried her best to make me forget about yesterday's, I just had to bring the issue to the table.

“This man took advantage of you Nesty. Did you remember that too when you …” I was more confused than angry. But her next step would sweep all my temper away as she went down on her knees and gave me the best head that I've ever had, as if she was my maker.

At that moment, Nesty was no longer a woman, but a force.

The woman would literally leave me unconscious!

After cumming back into my senses, I would go ahead and take a hot shower which shook me a little into the land of living.

“Mamaa, I need to see you.”

She was the only one who would help, just as my mother taught me,’when you want to touch the heart of a mother, make sure that you love her daughter.’

Now believing that the only person who must know her best to love her was the same person as her, then she definitely had to know her too.

The search is now over. I would wait no more to pay Mama Simka Velva Chats a visit.

She was the only one whom I believed was going to give me a hand in understanding the daughter.

A man gotta do what a man does and all I wanted was my relationship to be a good one!

A good journey is always an enjoyable one and what better way would it be than to start the day with some sweet country music collection that would take me throughout the journey? Though this gave me a lonely thought,I really must appreciate the taste that I got.

For sure, ‘show me your friend and I will tell you who you are’ and, from the look of things, there wasn't a big difference between the resemblance of a mother and daughter.

Mama Chats would welcome me comfortably and how intelligently things work that she knew my favorite one for a meal too. So she would let me enjoy it before asking me,

“You seem so troubled son, let's talk about it. What has my daughter done?”

Tears had already started to flow and more was still to come and the caring mum she was, Mama Chats, was never going to see me cry. She gave me a shoulder to lean on.

I went ahead and hugged her so tightly and for a second she continued tapping me in comfort until I felt more than comfortable.

The moment I felt like my heart was at peace, I would turn away only to be connected by a thirsting kiss. I could not remember how it fell at the moment, for this was me!

“Let's have s*x, and sweep all the negativity away. This is what you need.”

Could not believe that my very own mother-in-law said that. What am I supposed to believe in?

She even tried going down on me, but luckily my brain functioned, making me run away full of guilt.

The journey back was a shorter one but not shorter than my stay at Nesty’s mother's place.

On the other hand of life, it is not what you expect on the table that you'll be offered, a lesson I learnt so hard for the better part of my childhood.

As things were tentatively boiling up on my side, Nesty was in her own world of imagination. I don't know how he did this, but in some way, she was writing a story about herself turning into a villain.

Tommy had been her all-time enemy, having r***d her on her wedding night and ran away the same day. I had just met her in the street corridors crying bitterly and that's how our love story started. She swore never to return to him, but I read an article about ‘why good girls fall for gangsters’ and would never want to question her judgement, but it was me that she was hurting.

This time I knew that there was no good that would come from curiosity, yet I still decided to proceed.

Approaching the Villa once again ready to pick her since I had known that this had become her recent destination was no longer in question, but the hurtful sounds of betrayal were constantly itching from the inside.

This picture would be unexplainable, but the easiest form of trial would be me hearing her voice from the inside room begging for more. Going in had to be the hardest task ever to do.

He'd been pretending all alone, the man was never crippled, having s*x with Nesty like she was a wild dog.

“Please leave us alone.” She said she never cared.

And that's how I decided that not every love is worth fighting for and when the fight is over. One has to leave the battlefield and return home.

Being a therapist taught me a lot about mastering the art of contention and passing through a lawyer was the next step. She didn't hesitate to give me my papers, though for a moment Nicola looked straight into my eyes and said,

“She finally hurt you, didn't she?”

“Am sorry to say this, but Nesty was not the one for you, Vincent. I grew up with you and maybe one day you'll see who truly loves you when you stop looking. My best friend and a lawyer came to her conclusions.

For sure, she was the only one who seemed like a guardian angel to me, always loving, caring, protective, loyal, charismatic, only to mention a few who would make me.

Nicola was nothing to be explained any more as long as it concerned virtues. I’d never want to see someone like her, but I still would.

How come she still exists on earth!!??