Bukky Alakara … Part 37
She wiped her wet hands with the towel, dropped it on the sink and walked out of the kitchen. The knocks on the door persisted.
“Hold on…” she sauntered to the door and unlocked it.
Chike stood outside in his singlet and boxers, “Where you sleeping?”
She shook her head and looked him up and down. She was surprised that he left his house like that. Why didn’t he put on a tee-shirt at least?
“I just got my call up letter,” the excitement in his voice made her smile.
“Thank God,” she backed into the apartment. Her fiancé had been expecting it for several weeks.
He followed her in, “Guess where I am posted.”
“Hmmm…” she settled on the bed, “Abuja?”
He shook his head and sat beside her, “Try again.”
“Port Harcourt?” she grinned.
She frowned, “So where did they post you? Hope it’s not in Kaduna or Kano or one northern state.”
He chuckled, “Calm down, it is in the north.”
“Eeeeh!” she placed her hands on her head, fear in her eyes.
“But, it is still okay.”
“Like seriously,” she eyed him, wondering why he wasn’t panicking.
“I was posted to Plateau state.”
“Plateau… but, they fight there too. Is that not where Jos is?”
He nodded and smiled.
“I heard that the Christians and Muslims live in separate communities.”
“Calm down love,” he reached out for her hands, “The God who has protected me all through the days of my life will not abandon me in Plateau state. He will be with me wherever I go.”
She observed his peaceful face, then sighed with relief. He was right. God was in control.
“I have to be at the camp first week of March.”
She calculated the dates in her mind. “That’s three weeks from now.”
He nodded, “Less than three weeks actually.”
She sighed heavily. “I am going to miss you.”
He brushed a hand over her face, “I am not gone yet.”
“You won’t be here to help me prepare for my SSCE examinations,” she paled.
“Don’t worry. Jesus is here with you. I will be back in Lagos for Easter, we can do a quick revision before I return to Plateau, okay?”
She smiled with relief, “Okay.”
He noticed that she was in her night-wear, a pink sleeveless satin dress which exposed her cleavage and her soft smooth thighs. He cleared his
throat thrice and made up his mind to leave immediately. It wasn’t wise for him to stay, but, he couldn’t will himself to stand.
“A least, come next year March, you will be done with your NYSC program, then we can get married.”
“Absolutely,” his eyes fell on her lips.
She noticed his intense stare. Her throat went dry and her heart beat accelerated. “Chike…”
“I think you should leave.”
“I can’t get up.”
Their gazes met and locked.
“You have to go now.”
“I know. I will.”
He moved closer to her side and claimed her lips. She trembled against him as his hands swept over her. He lay on the bed, pulling her along with him. Crushed under her light weight, he grabbed her buttocks and squeezed hard.
Bukky gasped and her breath quickened. Lying against him, she could feel his hardening groin. The pressure stirred her up, making her want him.
He slipped his hands under her dress, running his fingers along her raw flesh. The desire to be one with her consumed him. He rolled over and buried his face in her chest.
She moaned. The erotic feelings building up within her made her to shiver with desire.
“Oh my love…” he gritted his teeth, “I want you so much…” he looked into her eyes.
“I want you too.”
“I promised to wait. I am going to keep that promise.”
“Okay…” she steadied her breathing.
“You better be prepared on our wedding night; I am going to devour you.”
She started to laugh.
“I am going to eat you up,” he growled.
“I am not scared.”
“We shall see.”
“I am a Tigress; I will tear you into pieces on that day.”
She started to laugh again.
“Now, I have to go,” he pulled his weigh up.
“Yes, you do,” she sat up.
He got down from the bed and glanced at her, “Sweet dreams baby,” he blew her a kiss.
“Sweet dreams,” she whispered and watched him leave.
Chike left in a hurry and ran all the way home.
Bukky lay back on the bed, curled into a ball and wrapped her arms around her tensed body. If her fiancé had tried to sleep with her that night, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him. She needed to work on her ability to say no and stop things from getting too far. He might be strong now, what of the day when he would be weak? What was she going to do? black and white wedding dresses
God help us.
Gbemiga smiled when he saw his ex-girlfriend walking down the street. He quickened his steps and caught up with her.
She turned and saw her ex-boyfriend. “Hi. When did you get back?”
“Some days ago.”
“How is school?”
“Great. I am done with my project. Unlike some of my course mates, I won’t be distracted during the second semester. Some of them are still
tying and re-writing. God gave me a level-headed Supervisor. Some people are crying because their Supervisors are giving them problems.”
“Hmmm…” she wasn’t interested in what he was saying.
“Where are you off to?” he liked the way the black and white short-sleeve blouse cradled her body. His gaze seized her up. Her curvy hips
seemed to have expanded and her behind was larger than he remembered. He gave a shake of head and tried not to whistle. Jealousy filled his mind. The thought that Chike was in possession of what used to be his made him angry.
“I am going to the saloon.”
“Okay. I heard about your introduction,” the thought that she might be getting married soon didn’t sit well with him.
She looked up at him. Who told him? She didn’t invite anyone in the area, except a few close frineds.
“You didn’t even bother to tell me,” he eyed her.
“There is nothing to tell. You broke up with me, remember?”
“So? Does that make us enemies?”
She turned away.
“We are not enemies.”
“Neither are we friends.”
She halted, “We used to be lovers. Friendship is a very bad idea.”
“Why? What are you scared of?”
He smiled, “Or are you scared that you might find out that you still love me? You might have a new boyfriend, but, I am your first love.”
She started to laugh, “You don’t know what you are talking about.”
“We can start dating again.”
She eyed him, “That is totally impossible.”
“No,” he gave a shake of head, “I believe that by the time I am done with my masters, my family will come around.”
She clapped her hands and laughed, sickened by his outrageous idea.
“They won’t have any say in our lives then,” he tried to convince her.
“Do you think I am stupid?” she began to feel very angry.
“Why will I resume a dead relationship with you? You want me to sit back, fold my arms, hoping that your family will allow us to get married in the
“I believe that they won’t be able to stop us.”
“If they can stop us now, they can stop us in twenty years’ time. You allowed them to bully you into breaking up with me. What makes you think they can’t do it again?”
“Listen to me…”
“Have you been drinking?!”
He blinked, “No…”
“Are you on drugs, some sort of medication that has messed up your mental faculties?”
He frowned, sensing her annoyance.
“Gbemiga Phillips, stop bothering me. Find yourself someone that your family validates. I am not the one.”
“Look, I know you are finding it hard to comprehend my plan…”
“I have warned you, stay away from me,” she waved a finger at him and strode off.
He believed that if he could convince her, if she could just listen to him, they might be able to work it out.
Bukky Alakara … Part 37