GOOD INTENTIONS

Chapter 7

The door opened and Chuka walked out with the first-timers, everyone was ready to go home. An uber driver pulled up just in front of the church, Kaffi waved Chuka and the other first-timers goodbye before entering the car. As the car drove off, Frank followed it with his eyes, he wasn't sure what exactly to think, he somehow expected her to maybe turn and give him one of her devilish smiles before leaving, or maybe call his name or something, he was doing it again, overthinking things. He had worked up a sweat just thinking about all of this, "Guy, calm down," he told himself as he turned to shake hands with some of his fellow choristers before stopping a roadside taxi and heading home.

As the taillights of the car disappeared into the night, Kaffi settled into the back seat. "could you please crank up the air-conditioning system?" she asked the driver who in turn did as his passenger had requested, then took the initiative to cue some cool relaxing music. Kaffi relaxed further with a knowing smile on her face, she slid off her shoes and used her right hand to effortlessly caress the back of her neck as she thought of Frank. A little laugh escaped her as she remembered Frank's entranced look when she walked into the church hall. The song they were rehearsing was one she learned in her previous choir, so it wasn't any challenge to her. She knew he kept stealing glances at her during rehearsals but she wasn't ready to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was aware. She eventually closed her eyes and sunk her hands to her sides as the music from the car stereos permeated her inner being causing her to enjoy her relaxed mood even more on the drive home. Her smile widened.

Frank got home and decided to get busy with cooking, he didn't want Kaffi anywhere in his subconscious, not now, not when his week was almost going to a perfect climax. What he didn't realize was that the more he intentionally tried to forget her, the more alive her thoughts were in his head. His food was ready, he served the spaghetti in the smallest plate he could find in his kitchen and carried it into his bedroom. Placing the little plate of spaghetti and meatballs on his nightstand, he remembered he was still very dressed from his day at the office, so he removed the tie and undid the buttons to his cream-coloured shirt. Placing the shirt in his laundry basket, he threw the tie on the bed and got on all fours. He tried push-ups, planks, sit-ups, basically every exercise that could make him sweat and exhausted enough to not remember anything else except food and sleep but it wasn't working, soon as he was fatigued, he got up and started towards the bathroom.