MULATTO (Iyila) (Editing)

Chapter sixty one

"My God Iyila! Iyila--ya--ya talk! Ya jus spoke!”  A capelled Deila. Her tone, a melange of jocundity and a hint of doubt   as she dashed towards Iyila to own her  hand. Iyila dimly nodded and for the first time since, she met Deila’s gaze with a reasonable amount of stability. On seeing Deila’s eyes reflect the emotions of her timber--shimmer pellucidly with joy, fear and doubt--the tears she was too afraid to shed all in the name of her so called need for bravery began to drop jubilantly.

Christ, she remembered him now. She recalled all the memories of their times together. The rash kisses, their plenty arguments, Okahana, Hackit even Martha. She remebered that night at the cave that led to their beautiful oneness. The bright  coloured bed of roses, the pink petals that smelled like the mistresses perfume. She scoffed, almost laughed and bite her finger as sensation of Gabriel’s well sculpted face appeared in her thoughts.

She remembered him now, she remembered Gabriel. The very man she had and still loved. The very reason for Dede’s cruelty. She remembered his green eyes like the colour of  summer’s birth. His velvet lip as smooth and soft as cotton. His brownish gold hair like a fresh autumn leave. His intimidating height almost mountanious. His uncallused palm that was capable of providing delicate strokes that could leave her dumb yet desperately aching for more, the feel of him inside her, the . . .

Goodness, she remembered it all. With all these thoughts slipping into her head, she couldn’t do much to refrain herself from sobbing into her palm while Deila watched with astute confusion on her face.Memories of him where like raging emotions in her head, uncontrollable. God’s mercies! How could she have forgotten such  a wonderful man. Such an almost flawless man whom she had shared so many beautiful memories with.

A|N; Pls the rest will be coming in soon. Just had to put this out so u guys know I'm still with this book. Tnks