Mangled Shoes

Untitled Part 46

Recollections of the illicit deed in the alleyway came racing back. Here in the world of the living, was there any rest?

The discomfort that surfaced on her genital walls while Mohammad continued to hum and grind till blood eventually covered the covers

Now they would call this fornicious moment love. Deborah was too shy to raise her hand. She did not intervene. She was afraid of losing her voice and her first love, considering she refused to have sex with him and stayed chaste.

What about forgetting that she had ever broken the Torah and committed haram? Emotional scars showed how her father—a guy who had deserted their mother and had cheated on her with several women—wanted to change the situation so that her three useless daughters would no longer be bleeding and bearing children. They were left feeling lost and yearning for a love they never had after his rejection.

That would help to explain why, after everything he had done for her, she still chased after Mohammad. Her shrine was polluted by stains from semen and blood due to her fallen innocence.

She wanted to regain her innocence. She had to return to her life, stop feeling sorry for herself, and cease letting this humiliating incident define who she was.

An unconscious desire of the ego to reverse painful experiences

The strong aroma of wine and beer the next morning made them feel even more queasy. It was Zion who went inside the kitchen first. The tap was overflowing with water.

With each leisurely sip of water, his thirst persisted. The room whirled for an instant before stillness returned. Using the kitchen counter, he maintained himself standing. This was a sign he had had so much 'fun' the night before. Though it didn't come to his mind,

Fun, but unfriendly and not a good host, to say the least.

This indicated that the previous evening had been incredibly 'fun' for him. Even if he hadn't thought about it, To put it mildly, entertaining yet cold and not a great host. Goom jolted awake only to find his brother no longer in his bed. "What could Zion possibly be up to this early?" Everyone thought this was how the men of the Nangombe home behaved and did not need everybody to leave after last night's humiliation.

"What could Zion possibly be up to this early?"

They didn't need anyone to go after last night's humiliation since they assumed this was how the males of the Nangombe home behaved.

At all costs, their family name was to be maintained. Quickly leaping out of bed, Goom scooped up an additional t-shirt, pulled on a vest, and grabbed his sweatpants.

He would have to track Zion down and stop him if he was anywhere near naked.

He moved across to the kitchen.

"Zion, Zion."

His brother was still holding onto the kitchen counter. The body can only hold so much. Babalas, yet they're still alive. He could still take a good smack. Bodies began to spill into the living room from the sound of rattling and crashing from the kitchen counter.

Deborah heard the disturbance and woke up.

"Wow, when are your people leaving?" Zion enquired

"Everyone is asleep at the moment, bruh. I don't know. Try to keep it down, then." Goom answered

"All right, and Deborah, your friend. How soon does she depart?"

"Shh, I do not know Zion, but give her a week at least." Goom attempted to quiet his brother and make him a little more sympathetic.