His Wet Nurse

Ugly Attempt (12)

When Theo was a little boy just above thirteen, his father sent him off to his cousin's place with the idea that he was being coddled by his mother and needed to be a man. Young Theo had cried, thrown tantrums, and cussed at his father for taking the only source of happiness away from him and sending him over to a good-for-nothing farmyard to work as a help for relatives he only just heard of.

He recalled how deep his anger ran at the realization of where they'd really sent him off to and the hardship that followed. But that anger and fury didn't compare to the one he felt run through his veins when he set eyes on the woman who had endangered the life of his innocent son.

The woman who had by all means disrespected and disregarded his authority by just one impulsive act. There she stood in all innocence, peering at him with those brown eyes. She looked like a wreck.

"Do you know her or something?" Colonel asked from behind.

"Theo dear," Regina started and tangled her slender arms underneath his. "The guards can handle such commotions, you must come, let's forge ahead."

"Yes, I'll have them take her away if you want," the colonel was about to signal to his men to take care of the situation when Theo stopped him.

"I'll be back in a minute, give me two." He rendered and walked towards an exhausted Jema.

She stood straighter when he got close, ready for the toughest confrontation of her life.

"Sir," she began but he cut her off in a crude manner.

"Quiet!" His tone was cold and commanding. Jema's mouth fell in utter shock, it was demeaning to be treated like a child, like she was one of his junior-ranked officers but Jema did as he said.

"You dare step into my viewpoint, a dead woman like you," he admitted icily. His patience for her was wearing thinner than a skip rope but Theo knew better than to flare up publicly.

Jema ignored his insinuations and spoke, desperate to make her claim.
"I know I may be asking for too much sir but can we step aside for a bit, I can't possibly explain much in such a noisy area." her voice cracked and her eyes watered. It wasn't hard for Jema to get all emotional it had become a part of her since countless tragedies struck her life.

Theodore stared bewilderingly at the brazen woman before him, she had the guts of mice threading grounds with a cat, which was only calling for death.

"Please sir, I know you probably hate me and wish me dead_"

"Want," he cut in. "I'll have you go through the worst possible things, you'll never imagine a man like me can be so cruel," the words tumbled between them, not a warning but rather a strong resolution that should've had her running for the door but somehow she stood there waiting and wanting him to do his worst.

"Theo," Jose waltzed over holding a glass of white wine, he seemed tipsy from the unstable lapse in his steps. The two didn't break eye contact, they stared long and hard into each other's eyes like they were telepathically communicating.

"I just got off the phone with our client in Rio de Janeiro, he insists on speaking directly with you."
Jose recklessly said Theo glaring at him for being so loose-mouthed in front of strangers.

"I thought I told you to handle the matter yourself?"

Jose shook his head and took another sip from his glass. "Uh this wine tastes like juicy trattino, damn now I want more, where are my fuckin ladies?" he exclaimed delightfully, rubbing at his chest with his eyes half closed.

"Get it together Jose!" Theo barked. "I have to go home, sad that I couldn't enjoy the event. Let the colonel know I left for good reasons." He said to Jose.