Martha

Chapter 26 Corals, Mangroves, and Honey

Chapter 26
Corals, Mangroves, and Honey

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I ran off the campus half dressed-half and wet, jumped into my car and drove after Martha the fastest I could. Just a few blocks ahead in downtown, I spotted the black convertible. Feeling relieved, I sighed when I found out she was taking the main road that lead to our neighborhood. She wasn't going anywhere but home.

Once in front of her house, the woman climbed out her car in a hurry as it came obvious she was trying to get inside before being intercepted by her hideous neighbor. Me.

"Martha! Please Martha! Wait! Allow me to explain", I sprinted after the beautiful blonde, but shy didn't reply and just kept walking, ignoring me without even looking back.

I wasn't going let her escape, not this time. Hustling, I made it first to the porch and standing in front of the door, I blocked her path.

"Excuse me Mr. Grau, I'm pretending to get into my house", Martha tried to push me asides, but I wasn't moving. And there we were, doing some sort of a weird dance moving from here to there. Martha moving forward, me blocking her way.

"Martha, please, just give me a second. I think I deserve some fair time to explain."

"I don't want to hear any explanations from you! You are a liar! Argh! I'm going somewhere else so I don't ever see your face!" Fuming, Martha turned away from me in aims to leave again, but a group of curious neighbors gathering on the sidewalk nade her think things twice. Fortuitously for me. Giving a quick spin, Martha turned on her heels, grabbed my arm and spoke grinding teeth. "Thank to the gossipers in the sidewalk. Let's go inside... You lucky man!" After opening the door and closing it behind us with a loud bang, she child in front of me, arms crossed. "You have five minutes Antonio and not a second more."

"Martha. I'm sorry."

"You are sorry for what?", Martha retorted.

"Paula told me she needed to talk with me after I finished the swimming class. Totally absentminded, I stayed in the pool to swim a few more laps and forgot she wanted to talk to me. Then you arrived and I was so blown away that I forgot to warn you."

"That's a nice one! Do you know another story? Perhaps... a witches one."

"I'm telling the truth! Martha you have to believe me... Paula..."

"Paula is the woman you love! She's exotic, young, pompous, flamboyant and Brazilian! Of course you love her! I've been playing a fool! And thinking that I went to see you to apologize." Her blue eyes accused me.

"To apologize? You?"

"I'm old enough to accept when I do wrong... But seeing things this way, I'm glad your Paula was there to interrupt me."

"She's no my Paula! It's you! You are my Martha!" Unable to hold myself longer, I pulled the woman towards me and kissed her with vehement passion. As I wrapped my arms around her waist and shoulders I pressed her against my body passionately. There was only one way to convince Martha that I wasn't lying and words weren't sufficient... even more, words weren't meaningful. So I let the kisses rendered to speak for me.

With gentleness I removed my lips from hers. While her eyes still closed, she gasped, letting escape a moan that told me she felt the way I did and that proved an action, a simple and pure action moved by love spoke more than a thousand words.

Entirely satisfied, I smiled, as I watched with delightfulness the spark of joy in her eyes, and the way, she opened halfway her swollen and reddened lips after we kissed.