"My MaRiLyn..."

15.

"I'm here!" Richards wife says.

I don't pay attention to her because I'm counting the colouring books Baba and I are supposed to leave for Richards kids and I look up to see the woman Baba is shaking hands with and to my surprise it's Marilyn.

"Marilyn?' I suddenly speak up for her to acknowledge me. I'm in shock to see her standing in front of us. Mostly,in front of me. Her Creator.

"Hi, Timothy. How are you?" She happily greets me as if she's not in the wrong. She's betrayed me.

"What are you doing here?"

Marilyn lightly laughs at my question as if what I've said is funny.

"This is my house, Tim," she says back to me. She just hurt my feelings.

Baba pats my back and laughs.

"I believe you've met Marilyn already. I see you've been attached," he says.

I don't respond. Marilyn looks at me with an awkward look on her face. I can tell she's puzzled by my sudden reaction to her being married.

"Can I get you something gentlemen?"

"Some beer will do,Mari," Baba says.

I don't say a word.

"What about you, Tim? Can I get you something to eat or drink?" She asks me all innocently.

"Just some water will do," I reply.

Marilyn nods in affirmation and walks to the other room which I'm guessing is the kitchen.

I need me some explaining before I start plotting Richards death. I can't afford to lose this one too. I can't afford to have her be with somebody else other than me. She will have to love me alone or else shits gonna get bloody.

"Here you go gentlemen," Marilyn hands us the beverages we asked for and she takes a sit accompanying us.
Baba takes a sip and smiles at Marilyn.

"How are the girls?"

"Good,thank you. They are just so playful," she says with a chuckle.

She's got a family. She's got children with somebody else. I wouldn't want kids even if we got married because I want Marilyn all to myself.

Nothing else.