Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 95

Three Months Later

LIKE DÉJA VU, ESCHEWAL sits with Deuce in his car on a corner.

Eschewal looks at his phone. He is expecting a call from a girl he talked to last week. She had promised that she would confirm the date a day ago. He sucks his teeth, puts his phone back into his pocket, and thinks, 'She was not the one. The real girl of my dreams who will make me become a creator of values might walk past the car at any moment.' This thought helps him put the girl out of his mind and join Deuce, who is looking out for girls he can dupe.

"Rah, shit," says Deuce, "look at them two fit, tings, blood."

"Where? Where?" replies Eschewal as he spins around his head like a chicken.

"Over there, blood." Deuce points at the girls as they cross the main road at the traffic lights.

Eschewal taps Deuce's shoulder. "Come, let's jump out and go after them."

Deuce shakes his head. "Nah, it's long." He wipes the corners of his mouth. "Bruv, you know I'm tired of churpsing girls, tired of linking, bruv. But I can't stop. I don't know what's wrong with me; it's like if I don't fuck a different girl at least once a week, I can't function. That can't be right?" He pauses and looks out the window. "Oi, bruv, you know how many girls I've chopped; young-tings, old-foots, all sorts." He shakes his head. "I need to stop and marry my wifey, man."

Eschewal wrinkles his brow as if deliberating over a complex philosophical question. "Bruv, your problem is this; you have an addiction, and like all addictions, you must make a choice. Is something bigger than promiscuous sex in your life that would make you stop fucking different girls?"

Deuce thinks for a moment. There is nothing, not even the love of his girlfriend.

Eschewal pops his door. "Oi, bruv, come. There are the same two chicks."

Deuce stays motionless for a second. He thinks he will never be able to give up his promiscuity. He pops the door and joins Eschewal and the two sexy girls.