Beautiful End

Faking a call

Elvis:

As soon as I left work, I quickly drove home and  took a bath, after which I drove to the mall to get a few things.

At the mall, I bought a packet of French fries and then headed to KFC to buy a bucket of fried chicken, I drove off at top speed towards her apartment.

I rung the bell several times before it was answered. She stood there looking so beautiful. I noticed her hair was dripping wet, which made me assume she just came out of the shower, then I looked down and my breath got hitched. She was in only a towel that barely covered her knees, realising my longing stare at her smooth legs,  she opened the door wider  for me to come in as she dashed upstairs without a word.

She came downstairs whiles I was getting comfortable on the couch  wearing a simple dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me.

She took the  fries from me as she went towards the kitchen, still without a word to me. It was as if she didn't want me in her apartment, but something told me she really enjoyed my company even though she would rather die than admit it.

She came out a few minutes later as the sweet aroma of fries hit my nose, causing my tummy to rumble in response.
She chuckled as she set the table for two, pulling a chair for herself after she was done, something she should have allowed me do.

I tried to feed her with my half chewed chicken but she moved away  giving me an angry look.
After, we both sat down and began to eat, each of us in our own little world and content with each others company but not admitting it to ourselves.

After sometime,  she wouldn't still talk to me so  I faked an emergency call and sadly stood up and left even though I would have loved to spend quality time with her.

Sometimes I just didn't understand women, they never voiced out their true feelings, for example if they wanted someone they loved to kiss them, they wouldn't go and say it directly, they would just complicate everything.

In the society where I come from, it was considered a taboo for a woman to propose to a man, it was worse.
The women couldn't even voice out their feelings out to a man they liked, for fear of society mocking her or calling her a loose woman.

But I mean, if men have the freedom to voice out the way they feel towards a woman, I believe women should also have that freedom too right?.

I knew she really wanted me to stay this evening, but her pride wouldn't allow her to tell me she wanted me to stay. I on the other hand wouldn't suggest it either.

I really wish she had asked me to stay, I would have held her all night especially with the kind of dress she was wearing. Please don't judge me, you can't blame a man.  With these thoughts in mind, I drove home that evening and got into my pyjamas as soon as I entered my bedroom.

As much as I tried that night, I couldn't go to sleep.  In the end I had no choice than to go downstairs to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen where I retrieved the sleeping pills I had kept there for most nights when sleep would elude me and I had no choice but to take sleeping aids.

After taking the pills, I went back upstairs where I got in bed. Sleep welcomed me in its warm and soothing embrace. The last thing I remembered was the rhythmic movement of the curtains as the wind blew it side to side. And oh boy!, did I sleep.

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