Bitter Love

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#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . CHAPTER 2. Monde and I paced back and forth in her living room while Lubona was seated on the couch, her head buried in her palms. She always did that when she was deep in thought. "For how long has this been going on?" I demanded, crossing my arms and sternly glaring at Lubona who then glanced up at me. "Alicia, don't tell me you're indirecting accusing me of being aware of what's been going on. Do you honestly think I have a hand in this?" "What must she think?" snapped Monde. "Angela is your young sister and you expect Alicia and I to think you're not aware she's going out with Alicia's husband? Lubona, I'm utterly disappointed in you cause I just can't fathom the bitter truth that you'd literally stab Alicia in the back!" Yes, Angela, Angie or whatever she called herself had always been a wild slay queen but never in my wildest dreams had I thought she'd go out with my husband. Lubona's eyes became watery. "Guys, I swear on my late mother's grave I'm innocent." "Why don't I believe you?" Brow furrowed, Monde asked. Before Lubona could reply, I said, "I don't know whether I believe you or not, Lubona. But please tell your sister to leave my husband alone cause all hell will break loose if she doesn't." with that, I grabbed my handbag and carrier bags then stormed out of the house. Both Monde and Lubona came calling out my name. They caught up with me at the gate. Monde grabbed my arm. "Let me at least give you a ride." "Thanks for the kind gesture, Monde. But I have cash on me and can find my way home." "I'm really sorry about this," said Lubona. "I also am shocked by this as much as both of you are, believe me. Angie is wild. This I admit but I'm ashamed to call myself her elder sister after learning what she's done. I'll try talking some sense into her though." "You better do that ASAP cause I don't know what I'll do to her if she continues going out with my husband, trust me neither of us will like it." I opened the small gate and stepped out of Monde's compound. I heard her scold Lubona about her sister's morals and shook my head as I headed towards the taxi rank. . "Your food is getting cold," I told Bob who seemed busy with something on his laptop. He didn't bother glancing up. "I'm not hungry. And even if I were, I wouldn't eat your goddamn food lest you poison me or drop love potion in it. Now, I'm busy so please spare me your retorts." Had he just read my mind cause I was definitely going to retort. Shaking my head in dismay, I left the bedroom and closed the door behind me. "Mummy." "Yes, love?" Fred and I were seated at the dining table having supper. "What's up with daddy, he barely eats with us anymore." How am I supposed to answer this? "He's not hungry." "He's rarely hungry lately. What's going on, mummy?" "It's just work and stress," I sighed and patted Fred's free hand. "Besides, you won't understand cause it's grown up stuff." "Geez, all the grown up stuff terrifies me. If growing up is all about problems then I don't want to grow up." "Fred, trust me when I say growing up's fun too. Now eat your food before it gets cold." Fred merely nodded. . "Who is Angela?" I was clad in my nightdress and was preparing to go to bed. Bob was seated at his desk, working on something. He flinched. "Woman, don't start with your drama. There's so many Angelas out there and if my memory serves me right, I'm not acquainted with any so quit nagging me," Bob saw to it that he was blantantly rude. "And one more thing, some of us have demanding jobs so let me work in peace." I shook my head and slid under the covers, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms. "Of all people, it had to be my best friend's sister Angela. Why, Bob? Why? Couldn't you find another girl to bang?" "Oh please, not again." moaned Bob as he slammed his PC shut, turning so that we were now facing one another. "Alicia, tell whoever's badmouthing me to get lost. Or better still get a life or hang themselves but they should please just leave me out of their gist." It's amazing what great actors most men are. So Bob was denying knowing Angie? "No one's badmouthing you, Bob. Earlier today, at the mall, I saw you kissing Angie, in public!" "So?" "So?" I couldn't refrain myself from yelling. "You're cheating on me in broad daylight and you think there's nothing wrong with that?!" "Cheating on you?" Bob retorted. "Madam, you're the one that doesn't want to divorce me so quit whining. In my mind, you're no longer my wife. The sooner you get that through your taut skull the better!" My tears couldn't quite seem to find a better time to fall than now. "And there, she's now crying," Bob muttered. "What a drama queen she is!" Wiping my tears, I asked, "Where did I go wrong in this marriage, my dearest husband? What happened to the dates, picnics and all the loving and caring moments we shared? What wrong have I ever done to you, huh Bob?" Bob slammed his hands on his desk. "Jesus, Alicia! Get the hell out of my case!" he was yelling. "Just sign the divorce papers already. If it's being stranded you worried about then you shouldn't cause I can always give you 20% alimony." "Do you think I care for money? Bob, I love you so much and all I wanna do is spend the rest of my life with you and our son." "Well I don't love you except my son, period!" Bob sprang to his feet and turned off all the lights. He later slid under the covers beside me. "I want to sleep so if you value your looks, Alicia, don't bother nagging me further nor sobbing. If you're so emotional, you can go over to the guestroom and mourn all your dead relatives. You can even mourn your ancestors for all I care but just leave me alone." I slept with tears pouring out my eyes. . It had been three days since I'd discovered Bob was going out with Angela and he had already spent two nights out. Knowing what he was doing and whom he was doing it with almost drove me crazy but I still somehow managed to keep my sanity. But I think my tolerance had reached it's limit when I read a text from Angie on Bob's phone this morning whilst he was having a shower. The text had read, "Hey boo, last night was intense. Can you believe I can barely walk from all the sex? Anyway, just thought of saying I miss you. Are you spending the night in the company of your old hag of a wife tonight?" I knew the text was from Angie after comparing the number from which it had come from with the one of Angie's that was saved on my phone. "Your side plate sent you a text," I said to Bob when he left the shower. He defensively grabbed his phone from the bed and read the text, scowling. "The next time you go through my messages, I'll poke your eyes out. I just don't get why you can't get a life already." Now I was seated on the couch sipping on some juice as I watched T.V. I wondered what was taking my maid Mulenga so long. When she finally showed up, I snapped at her. "What took you so long to come for work, huh Mule? It's past 9 AM for crying out loud! You're lucky I'm not working today." "Madam," began Mulenga in a mischievous tone. "You won't believe what just happened in my area." "Try me," I braced myself for the gossip that was coming my way. Trust Mule to gossip all day long. She was saying,"So there's this harlot in our area who goes out with every married man who says 'hi' to her and today, she finally got what was coming her way... As I was headed here, I saw two women angrily knocking on her door and I immediately knew trouble was coming so I stood to watch. When Ireen, that's the harlot's name by the way. So Ireen opened the door with only a towel wrapped round her body and guess what?" "I can't guess, Mule. Just tell me already." I wasn't in the mood for the gist. Mule went on, "One of the women grabbed her by the weave and the other stripped her naked. People had now gathered to watch. And then the two women were pouncing on Ireen calling her all sorts of names and when they were done beating her, one of the women spat in her face and warned her to stay away from her husband," she paused. "Madam, no matter how shameless that Ireen is, she'll surely keep away from married men. I would too after being embarrassed like that." Mule stood and immediately begun working. One part in the story she had told me had really caught my attention and kind of inspired me. Why hadn't I thought of this on my own? I asked myself as I rushed to my room to grab my purse. I didn't bother taking a bath so I simply told Mule to take care of the house while I was away. "Where are you going?" she asked. "It's none of your business." I rudely replied. It was only after getting on a taxi that I gave Monde a call. "Babe, you busy?" I spoke into the phone. Monde replied, "No, baby boo. My guy stood me up so I'm just sulking over a movie with my cousin. And you now I'm on leave from work. Why, you wanna drop by?" "Yes, bae. Go do some push ups or any exercises as you wait for me. Now, don't ask questions and just do as I say. Trust me we are going to have ourselves some fun.

thanks for the iv @senatordaniel

of course when a man begins to act strangely for no reason, another woman is in the picture bt in the long run, the cycle repeats

I don't think Alicia needs all this she's doing. It will only backfires at the end

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anyway, here is a new episode

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . CHAPTER 3. Call me names but I wasn't willing to let go of my man without a fight. I mean, Bob and I had now known each other for at least 8 years and there was no way I was letting some slay queen from the gutter ruin my marriage and sit and watch as my life crumbles to shambles. I know there are mature women out there who aren't for the idea of beating their husband's side chick but I wasn't one of those calm women. I was only 23 after all. "Babe, I assure you hitting the gym will handsomely pay off," I briskly said. Monde and I were in her car and she was driving us to the semi shanty where Angela rented a two roomed house. Sometimes we wondered why she couldn't just go stay with either her father or Lubona cause they at least lived in decent houses. But the answer was plain and simple, Angie could fornicate better staying alone. Monde was saying, "Alicia, I'm still not for the idea of going over to Angie's and stooping down to her level." "What do you reckon we do to her then?" "Talking seems mature. Trust me when I say Bob's going to grow wings upon hearing you were out fighting his whore. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction if I were you." I was silent for a moment as her words sank in. She was kind of right. "You have a point there, Monde." I leaned back in my seat. "But do you think Lubona was telling the truth the other day when she said she had no idea what was going on?" Monde spared me an uncertain glance. "To be honest, I don't know. But I could hear a trace of honesty in what she was saying nonetheless." "Me too. I'm so sorry I have to confront her sister." "I'm sorry too," said Monde who patted my hand and we changed the subject. There was no gate at Angie's so Monde just parked her car by the roadside. We got off and walked to the veranda. I was about to knock when I heard voices. "...could you do this to me?" it was Lubona's voice. She sounded more hurt than disappointed. "Lulu, just get the hell out of my house if you've got nothing better to tell me. As you can see, I was about to go out so I don't appreciate this your ranting lest it end up ruining my mood." came Angie's sharp voice. Lubona said, "Don't tell me you're going out to see Bob?" "And what if I tell you I am? What's your problem with that? You wishing he'd picked you instead of me?" "Are you even listening to yourself? I'd never ever dream of sleeping with a married man and I had never expected you to stoop so low. Mum's probably rolling in her grave in fury and disappointment!" "Don't you-" We had heard enough. All along Monde and I had been staring at each other wondering whether to go in or turn back but I impulsively pushed the door open thus cutting Angie short. Monde and I stepped into the living room. There was a new fancy glass table in the centre and there were new sofas. I knew they were new because I'd been to this house once or twice before. Lubona and Angie were standing on a spot beside the table and pointing angry fingers in each other's faces. Angie was clad in a white tight bumshort, pink crop top, black wedges and her weave was on point and so was her make up which I was certain would weigh more than 3 KG if put on a scale. Both Lubona and Angie diverted their attention towards Monde and I. "What the hell are you two doing in my house? And who even gave you the right to come in without knocking?" "Can you at least have the courtesy to offer us a seat?" asked Monde calmly. "You wish," scoffed Angie. Lubona seemed dumbfounded so I just said, "Angela, Angie or whatever they call you, I come in peace. I suggest we all take our seats and discuss something." "As far as I can remember, I have nothing to discuss with you. Alicia's your name right? Yeah. Alicia, I was on my way out so kindly get yours and your friend's sorry ass out of my house." she attempted to head for the door but Lubona held her hand and forced her to a sofa. "You'll sit there if you know what's good for you," warned Lubona menacingly. She had a deadly look in her eyes that I'd never seen before. She sat next to her sister and added, "Monde, Alicia, nice to see you here. Pardon my sisters ill manners and take your seats, please." Even as Monde and I sat, Angie clicked her tongue and then glanced at her wristwatch which I was dead certain my husband had bought for her. "As I said, I'm busy so you better say your piece ASAP. Some of us have errands to run unlike other people who slave away in the kitchen whole day. Mmmph!" "Angie," I began, ignoring her hurtful comment. "What wrong have I ever done to you?" "And I'm supposed to answer that? Alicia, please cut to the chase, will you?" "If you wish. Why are you going out with Bob when you know too well he's my husband?" She didn't flinch. "I don't know what you talking about." "Oh please just admit you're a whore," snapped Lubona. "Monde, Alicia and I saw you being kissed by Bob at the mall so no one's going to buy your lies here." "Oh." "Is that all you're going to say? Oh?" I was as calm as I could be. Angie shrugged. "Yes, I'm going out with your husband. So what?" "Are you even listening to yourself?" Monde spoke up. "Angie, that guy is way out of your league for crying out loud. Plus he's very married and has a son so I think you have to be a shameless slut to go out with him. Besides, he's your elder sister's best friend's husband for goodness's sake! Couldn't you find a better man?" Angie abruptly rose to her feet. "I think you people have overstayed your welcome. And Alicia, your husband's the one who approached me so I don't get why you here talking to me when you should be home sorting out your husband and keeping him within his leash. I honestly don't know why he went out hunting for a side chick when he had a wife at home and honestly don't care so get out of my house before I throw you out." I felt anger bubble up within me. How dare that Angie girl have the audacity to tell me to my face she was sleeping with my husband and then throw me out of her pathetic ramshackle for a house? There was a snapping sound as skin hit skin. Lubona had risen to her feet too and had just given Angie a hot slap. I don't know if it was seeing the taken aback Angie hold her cheek in pain what got me enticed to beat the shit out of her or what but I found myself pushing Lubona out of the house and locking the door then later putting the keys in my bra. "What are you doing?" Monde warily asked, standing between Angie and I. "I thought we talked this through on our way here, Alicia. Please try to calm down. Take deep breaths if need be but please just don't-" I pushed Monde out of my way so that she found herself slumped over the sofa where Lubona and Angie had sat minutes earlier. Angie's face registered shock as I charged, it was clear a beating was coming her way. She started taking steps back and raised her hands pleadingly. "Alicia, please don't do this. Trust me you'll regret it if you even dare laying a hand on me." She screamed when she tripped and fell onto a small sofa. I then held her by the weave and gave her blows that I never knew I'd ever give anyone, I made sure all my blows landed on her bleached face. Of course Monde was now trying her best to pull me off Angie who was screaming like someone had just poured extremely hot cooking oil on her face. Lubona on the other hand was pleading with me to open the door as she crazily banged on it. But hell knows no wrath like a woman scorned so I literally beat Angie to a pulp before finally being satisfied. "Serves you right," I mocked as I admired the work of my hands. I'd really done a wonderful job on re-arranging her face. "The next time you spread your legs for Bob, remember this beating cause I won't hesitate to even pour acid on your pathetic face if your dare me, trust me." Monde was asking Angie how she was feeling as I opened the door. Lubona brushed past me and rushed to her moaning sister. Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at me. I felt an ounce of remorse. "Monde, shall we get going already?" Monde shook her head and patted Lubona's shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, Lubona. I really am." . I had just had supper with my son as Bob was M.I.A once again and as usual, I didn't bother giving him a call. I stepped into the shower and savoured the feel of the hot spray of water as it run down my body. When I was done showering, I grabbed a towel and stood in front of the mirror which showed the reflection of a light skinned heart-shaped face, pale brown eyes and small lips. I know I wasn't extremely beautiful but I wasn't ugly either. I liked to believe God has never created any ugly human being as we were all created in his loving image. Tears welled in my eyes as I studied my face and body. I had quite a body so I didn't get why Bob would go out in search of women to bang when I was readily available. And is there such a thing as falling out of love? I wondered as I draped a towel round my body. No, Bob must be under a spell. We were so in love only three months ago, what changed? There's something fishy here. I stepped out of the bathroom and sat on my dressing cabinet to apply lotion. I was half way done when the bedroom door flew open and an angry Bob stormed in. "You bitch!" he cussed and grabbed me by my braids. Before I knew it, he slapped me hard across the face and my towel later dropped to the floor. "Bob," I stammered, staring into his eyes and immensely dreading what I was seeing in them. "What's the meaning of all this? What wrong have I done you this evening?" "You'll soon find out," he chuckled and punched me in the stomach. I groaned. He later pushed me to the bed and grabbed some electric cable from the bedside drawer. And then came the flogging. I screamed out in pain as the cable landed on almost every spot on my nude body. When he was done using the cable, Bob was hitting my face using his fists. "Daddy!" it was Fred. He was trying to pull Bob off me and miraculously, he gave in. "That's for laying a finger on my Angie," snarled Bob before storming out of the room. Every ounce of my body hurt and all I could do was moan and shed tears. Fred grabbed a bed sheet from the wardrobe and covered my body with it. Tears formed in his eyes as he stared at my battered face. He almost chocked on his voice, "Mummy, you're bleeding. Almost all your body's got bruises!"

Not that I'm taking any side, but I feels that Alicia beating Angela is justifiable but for her husband to retaliate like dat is really act of stupidity. Please continue with d story @chimmy

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#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . CHAPTER 4. .........BOB'S POV.......... Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I'd lay a finger on Alicia. Why, I loved her like she were the air I breathed. But lately not everything was going as I planned. I found myself hurting my wife more and more each day all because of what? My cowardice. Not that I'm happy to admit I was a coward but who would like to spend 15 years in prison for a crime that they didn't even root for? That night after hitting Alicia, I stormed out of the house and got into my car, revved the engine and started driving in circles. I found myself at a liquor shop where I purchased a bottle of Vodka. I wasn't one to drink but I really needed solace and I sadly had no friend nor sibling to confide in. My father? He was in the village while mum was peacifully resting in her grave. I had just gotten back into my car with a bottle of Vodka in hand when Angie called. Damn that bitch! "Yes sexy," I feigned sweetness as I sat behind the wheel and placed the Vodka on the vacant seat beside me. "Hey baby boo," she sounded low. Alicia had really done a number on her. "Have you dealt with that your stupid wife?" "Yes I have. I promise she won't bother you again." "Oh that's why I adore you. I'd I've rewarded you with some sex but thanks to your wife my body's sore." "The sex can wait," I irritably said. "But make sure you take perfect care of yourself." "And the baby." I felt my world come crumbling down on me. Jesus, I was now really deep in the mess I'd entangled myself in. "The... The baby?" "Yes, Bob. I'm carrying your child. Hadn't planned to inform you this way but I guess you still have the right to know." "That's great, take care of my baby and your sweet self then." "I will," said Angie enthusiastically. "By the way, when are you divorcing that package of damaged goods you call your wife?" I wanted to say, "The only package of goddamned damaged goods here is you, Angie." but I ended up saying, "Very soon, I promise. I need to hang up now, love you." "Love you more. Bring some fruits whenever you plan to drop by my place, will you?" "I will." No sooner had I hang up than I hit the steering wheel in frustration. Oh my, can't believe I was paying such a heavy price for some crime I committed a year back. Like a maniac, I drove to the nearest lodge where I booked myself a room and then later locked myself in it. I sat on the cheap bed as I drank from my bottle of Vodka. Tears were now rolling down my cheeks. If only I hadn't accepted that proposal that fateful day. If only...... It was a bright Thursday morning. I arrived at my office at exactly 07:30 hrs even though I knew work would commence at 9. Anyway, I was a fresher in the taxation law department at a private law firm in town and the salary I was earning wasn't as much as I'd anticipated so I thought of being hardworking as a way of working my way up to the top pretty fast. I was perusing through a certain client's documents when my intercom beeped. It was my secretary Rosemary. "Yes, Rose." "Mr. Chizinga, there's a Mr. Mkandawire here to see you. Should I let him in?" I frowned. I didn't have any appointment with the man. "Sure." A minute later, a fat black man walked in. He was balding and seemed to be in his late forties. I stood to greet him and we shook hands. I then offered him a seat which he pleasantly took. "I'm Daniel Mkandawire." "Nice to meet you," I nonchalantly replied. "You have no appointment so I think it's best you cut to the chase." "Sure," the man smiled as he rummaged through his briefcase and produced some files which he dearly held in his hands. "How would you like to make K50,000 in cash and then receive installments of K10, 000 per month for the following 5 months?" "I beg your pardon?" I leaned closer. "I'm a tax lawyer and there's no way I'm legally making that much money in such a short space of time. Why do I get the feeling you're trouble?" Daniel chuckled. "I might be trouble but trouble's certainly coming your way if you don't help me." "Are you indirectly threatening me? What if I ordered you to leave my office right now? What would you do, huh Mr. Mkandawire?" "I'd kidnap your six-year-old son and put a bullet through your two months pregnant wife's skull." I felt bids of sweat form on my forehead. Who was this man and what did he want from me? "Okay," I hesitantly said as I forced myself not to panic and scream for security. "Tell me why you're here." "Now you're talking!" Mr. Mkandawire beamed and threw the files on my desk. "Read those." Cautiously, I did as instructed and was flabbergasted upon seeing the contents of the documents in the files. "This is pure money laundering!" I heard myself gasp in disgust. Daniel laughed. "I know. Now you being a tax lawyer and all that, I want you to legalize all that shady business so that the government doesn't investigate me nor crucify me with their abnormal taxations." I was caught between a rock and hard place. "What makes you think I'd be willing to put both my career and freedom in jeopardy by helping you, a total stranger?" "Am I to think you're willing to jeopardize the lives of your family?" Daniel Mkandawire stood and straightened his tie then got his files. He dropped his business card on my desk. "There, you can reach me on that line. A dear friend of mine recommended you to me so please don't disappoint. I'm giving you exactly a week to give me a response. See you soon, attorney at law." and he was gone. I didn't get an ounce of sleep for the next three days. I'd toss and turn in bed and whenever Alicia asked what was wrong with me, I'd tell her it was just stress. "You work way too hard, Bob. Give your mind time to relax," she'd urge and cuddle me. On the fifth day after my meeting with Mr. Mkandawire, Alicia consumed food which contained some harmful substance and ended up miscarrying. I received a phone from Daniel whilst at the office the following day. "My condolences for the loss of your unborn baby. I'm still waiting for my response though." he mocked me. And then I knew the man was really trouble so I later gave him a call and gave in to his demands. "On one condition though." I told him. "Which is?" "That you leave my family alone." "You have my word." And that's how I helped Daniel Mkandawire not knowing I was literally digging my own grave. Alicia noticed how much money I was spending on spoiling her and Fred rotten but when she asked where I was getting the money from, I had lied. "It's a bonus for my working hard." and she bought the story because she trusted me with her life. A few months later, I received a visit from Webster Habeenzu who was a lecturer at CBU. Mr. Habeenzu was also my wife's friend's Lubona's father so I wondered what he was doing at my office and there, he was there to blackmail me too. "My youngest daughter Angie's leading a reckless life," he had began. All I said was, "So I hear." "Don't you think settling down would do her good. As in, getting married and all that?" "I think it'd do her more than good." "Great. Wouldn't you make a perfect husband for her?" I almost chocked on the coffee that I'd been sipping. "Excuse me?" "You heard me right the first time, Bob. I'd like you to marry Angie." I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're bluffing, right?" "Do I look like I'm joking?" "But I'm sure you're well aware I'm a married man with a son." "Of course I am. That's why there's always divorce. You divorce Alicia and marry my Angie, plain and simple." I was now laughing out loud. "No offense but are you high on something, Mr. Habeenzu?" "I'll definitely be high on whiskey after suing your and my friend Daniel Mkandawire's sorry asses for money laundering." A lump developed in my throat. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Of course you do," he said with a smirk on his face. "You know damn too well what in the name of God I'm talking about. Now if you value your freedom, you'll divorce Alicia, marry my daughter and leave Zambia. You can take your son if your like, I honestly don't mind. And Bob, it's nothing personal. It's just that you seem like the perfect candidate for my daughter. I'm really sorry I'm destroying your life while am at securing a future for my Angie." I buried my head in my palms and when I glanced up, I scornfully said, "May you rot in hell for this you sick old bastard!" And that's how my life changed. I started going out with Angie without her knowing her dad had planned all this and Alicia had to pay the price for practically doing nothing wrong to me as I now ended up ill treating her. The sad part was that she wasn't even willing to divorce me. She loved me that much. But was my love for her that strong? . I woke up with a terrible hangover that Sunday morning. That too in a lodge. As I took a bath, I recalled what I'd done to Alicia the previous night and remorse engulfed me. Upon arriving home, I found Alicia's sister Lisa tending to her(Alicia's) wounds. "Hey, mulamu(brother in law)," Lisa greeted in a calm tone. I played rude by not responding but just clicked my tongue and headed straight to my room. I ran into Fred in the hallway. "Hey champ." "Don't you champ me," his voice was stern. "You're a bad man, daddy. I hate you!" he stormed off to his room and locked himself in. When I got into mine and Alicia's room, I dumped my fully dressed body on the bed. Should I just come clean with Alicia? I thought. But what if it's too late now that Angie's expecting my child? And what if I also end up being sentenced to 15 years in prison? No, I can't risk that. Now I diverted my thoughts to how terrible Alicia's face had looked back in the living room. I couldn't believe I was the one who'd done that too her. And did Lisa just greet me after I'd hit her sister that bad? Holy crap, just how kind were these people? And why on earth couldn't Alicia grant me the divorce so that we could once and for all get this over with?

He's too secretive, I think he should tell his wife about everything. She can just play along instead of treating her like a demon

See question It cos she love you idiot @chimmy are you the writer of this story

I think Telling her we be the best solution ,she may have an idea too u kn

dat is wat happen wen pple are too secretive,,,, if u Hav told Ur wife all dat happened,,, both myt be able to find solution to it and maybe u get a lawyer, a trustworthy lawyer oooo and explain urself,,,, maybe u will be free

but is dat enough reason to hit her with a wire

Thats bad

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . CHAPTER 5. ..........ALICIA'S POV........... Lying on the bed covered with nothing but a bed sheet, I couldn't keep myself from moaning in pain. The pain Bob had just inflicted on me was so intense. And what hurt more wasn't the physical pain I was experiencing but seeing my son in the room, crying and holding my hand affectionately. Oh God, did he really have to witness this? "Hey Fred," I managed to utter. "Could you kindly step out of the room? I'd like to take a shower." "But mummy, I just can't leave you like this. You're hurt." I forced a smile. "Mummy will be alright after having a shower. Now please do as I say, please." Fred nodded his head fervently and sniffed. "You better get well soon, mummy. I just can't stand seeing you this hurt." and he wiped a tear, kissed my bruised cheek and scuffled out of the room. As soon as he was gone, I dragged myself from the bed to the bathroom where I soaked myself in warm water and had to endure the stinging sensations coming from where Bob had flogged me with the electric cable. Tears poured out my eyes as I reflected on how much my life was changing. Believe me when I say this was the first time Bob was laying a hand on me. Something was definitely amiss somewhere. He couldn't just change from a loving and caring husband to a rude and wife battering one. But what was I to do? Stay until things got out of hand? Even if they say marriage is endurance club, for how long was I going to play chairlady of the godforsaken club? I shook my head in disdain and thought, Alicia, you better make up your mind soon before Bob sends you to your early grave. You're still young and have a life ahead of you. Don't let that man ruin it for you. When I was done bathing, I managed to drag myself back to the bedroom where I sat on my dressing cabinet and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't like what I was seeing. Not the black eye nor the red cheeks, I liked nothing about what my face now looked like. Angie had really won this time. She'd gotten her revenge and I inwardly applauded her for her heartlessness. I was done dressing when I gave Lisa a call. "Hello," she picked up almost immediately. I had to force myself from breaking down. "Hi, sis." "To what do I owe this call, huh Alicia? You rarely call me." "I'm just missing you, Lisa. Would you mind dropping by my place tomorrow?" "Alicia, are you alright?" "Yes," I hesitantly said. "Thought I asked you something. Why would you ask me another question in response?" "Because tomorrow's Sunday. Aren't you supposed to be out on picnics or stay indoors catching up with your hubby? Isn't that your norm?" "Geez, Lisa! It's fine if you don't want to come. I shouldn't have even bothered calling you then. I'm sorry for disturbing." "Alicia, please don't be like that. You know you're the only sibling I have so why wouldn't I love to pay you a visit? Here's what I'll do. I'll skip church tomorrow morning and come visit you, happy now?" I smiled. "Very. And thanks. Um, my airtime's running out, see you tomorrow. Good night." "Night night. And please pass my regards to my brother in-law and nephew." "I will." After hanging up with Lisa, I did what I rarely did. Kneel down and say a prayer. I wasn't a religious person so it took me much effort just to come up with the appropriate words. "Father Lord, I kneel before you this evening just to ask you to please make my husband come back to his senses. This is all I ask from you. Amen." I didn't sleep that night. All I did was toss and turn and wonder if Bob was over at Angie's nursing the wounds I'd inflicted on her earlier that day. I cried till my eyes couldn't produce tears no more. . "Jesus Christ! Who in God's name did this to you?" I knew Lisa would freak out upon seeing how battered my face was. I sighed. "Lisa, take a seat first and I'll explain everything to you." Full of concern, she sat beside me. Fred showed up in the living room just as I was about to narrate what I'd been going through to my sister. "Aunt Lisa, it's so nice to see you here," Fred found himself on Lisa's laps. "What gift did you bring me?" "Something nice," said Lisa as she got something from her bag. She handed Fred a new spiderman costume. "I thought you'd like this." "Like it? I love it! Thanks, aunty." "You're welcome." Feeling like Fred was intruding, I said to him, "Why don't you go try out the costume in your room? And don't come back until I tell you to do so." "Sure," Fred seemed too ecstatic to mind. "Thanks once again, aunt Lisa." and he was gone. Lisa moved closer to me. "Are you going to tell me who did this to you?" "It's my husband." "You lie!" she exclaimed in disbelief. I shook my head. "I'm afraid I'm telling the truth." "But the Bob I know isn't the type to hit a woman. Alicia, what did you do to provoke him?" "Me? Provoke him? Lisa, Bob isn't the same man I married anymore." "What do you mean?" "He......." I ended up pouring out my problems to my elder sister. Maybe she could find a way out even though she wasn't yet married but at least she was older than I was and thus was much wiser. Tears had formed in her eyes by the time I was done telling my tale but she managed to fight them back and abruptly stood up. "Where are you going?" "To get something to massage your wounds with." Lisa knew my house like the back of her hand so she came back fifteen minutes later with warm water in a basin and a face cloth. She sighed as she sat next to me. "This is gonna sting but just be strong, for your son." and she began massaging me. She was halfway through when she said, "Why don't you just divorce him?" "I love him, Lisa. And I'm also looking out for my son whom I wouldn't like to grow up in a broken home." "From what you've just told me," said Lisa defiantly. "This home is breaking. Let's call a spade a spade, Alicia. Bob has changed and doesn't need you no more. Actions speak louder than words and his speak volumes." "Lubona's for the idea that I divorce Bob," I said. "But I just can't bring myself to picture my life without him in it." Lisa paused. "You know Lubona and I don't agree much on things but I think we're right. Alicia, the problem is that you think of Bob as a god." "No I don't." "Yes you do. You literally worship him. How do you expect him to treat you? Besides, he's not the only fish in the sea so you better make up your mind real quick before you end up dead." I was about to retort when I heard the gate open and a car drive in. "Speak of the devil," I muttered. Lisa resumed her massaging and Bob found us at it when he walked in. "Hey, mulamu," Lisa greeted him. Bob merely clicked his tongue and walked out on us. . The sun was high and the temperature above 30 degrees celcius. I was in the boutique and the air in it was cool thanks to the aircon. My face no longer had bruises as I'd covered the last traces with make up. It had been three weeks since Bob had beaten me black and blue and I still couldn't bring myself to sign the divorce papers despite Lisa insisting I sign them already and move on with my life without Bob in it. "I think it's going to rain this evening," said a customer. I smiled as I ushered her to the shoe rack. "With this heat, I wouldn't be surprised. And we do really need that rain." "Indeed we do." I felt someone tap my shoulder and I turned just to come face to face with Angie. Just like me, she no longer had bruises on her face. "Hi, Alicia. Would you people happen to have maternity outfits in stock?" Before I could reply, she went on to say, "You're a mother, right? Geez, was pregnancy as tough on you as it is on me? Oh, what I'm I even ranting about? So I'm two months pregnant and so excited because this is my first child. Bob's excited too. It's because of the excitement that I'm out shopping in spite of me being only 8 weeks pregnant. Aren't you happy for me, huh Alicia?" I felt my windpipes tighten. I couldn't breath. It was like Angie's words had sucked all the air around. Like seriously, was she carrying my husband's child or she was just here to mock me into frustration so that maybe I could beat the shit out of her once again? Well, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. "Hi, Angie," I flashed her a broad smile. "How does it feel to fall pregnant out of wedlock?" I made sure I was loud. Everyone around was now staring at us and I could see Angie's face flush with embarrassment. "I am happy for you but sad for your baby who's going to be referred to as a bastard." "Whatever," Angie snapped, handing me some papers. "Bob's going to marry me soon. If you don't divorce him, he's marrying me nonetheless and then moving in with me. I convinced him to do so so you better sign the damn divorce papers and save yourself the embarrassment. Alicia, just how desperate are you ai? Clinging to a man who wants nothing to do with you? You should be ashamed of yourself!" Once Angie was out of the boutique, I stole a glance at the papers she'd handed me. They proved she was indeed pregnant. I stood on the spot as I replayed her words in my mind. She was right, just how desperate was I? Was I willing to allow Bob marry another wife without divorcing me first? And what would I gain from sticking to him for this long, insults? It was at that moment that I made up my mind. . My palms were sweaty. I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom waiting for Bob to finally show up so that I could tell him to hand me the divorce papers. I was done being humiliated! I glanced at the wall clock, 21:57 hrs. Was he even going to show up? It was past 11 PM when he finally did and thank God I was still awake. No sooner had Bob stepped into the room than I said, "There's something I-" I was cut short when he forcefully took me into his arms and locked his lips with mine. I wanted to push him off me but my feelings for him betrayed me. He was skimming through my natural hair and my hands were wrapped round his neck. "Bob," I said in between the French kiss. "What are you doing?" "Is it a crime for me to make my wife mine?" he replied in a husky tone. "Ssshhh. Don't ruin the moment." Bob was kissing me so passionately that I felt my knees buckle. He took my lingerie off using his teeth. He then locked the door and pushed me to the bed where he began running his tongue on parts of my body that set it on fiery passion. It was my turn to undress him and I skillfully did so. I gasped as we merged bodies. How long had it been since we had last made love? 5 months? 4 maybe? That didn't matter. What mattered was that Bob and I were now rolling in bed, as man and wife. And oh boy did it feel so right. We lay spent cuddled in each other's arms and a fast asleep Bob was breathing sofly. I watched his handsome face and couldn't believe what had just happened. I pinched myself to make certain I wasn't dreaming nor hallucinating. It was real. Did this mean our marriage was finally going to work? Heaven knows I so wanted it to do so! And what about Angie's pregnancy? Oh my, I just shut my brain and slept like a baby. The Angie drama could sort itself out the following day.

things are going to change for good

I hope things really change,,,, u can still divorce him even after dat hot sex

hmmn too secreative! i pray nothing happens to ur wife and son out of ur cowardness!

U are acting like a coward and this ur lifestyle would affect ur family

Next oh

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . CHAPTER 6. ...........BOB'S POV.......... Amazing is how fast time flies. Three weeks had past after my hitting Alicia without her showing signs of ever contemplating to sign the divorce papers. She was really one hard shell to crack. At times, I found myself thinking about telling her everything from the Daniel Mkandawire affair to the Webster Habeenzu blackmail. And then what? What would Alicia do that I couldn't have done on my own? And things just had to go from bad to worse now that Angie was carrying my child. Why couldn't Alicia just budge and sign the divorce papers already? I woke up on a Monday morning and showered. After applying cream on my body, I dressed up. Black suit, white shirt and black and red striped necktie to be precise. On my feet were shiny black mocassins. Of course Alicia had nothing to do with how smart I now looked thanks to my banning her from ever touching my clothes. I was pulling every stunt that could drift her away from me but my efforts all went in vain. I went to the kitchen where I found Alicia and Mulenga the maid busy doing some chores. Alicia was standing over the stove frying bacon while Mulenga was peeling sweet potatoes. "Good morning, darling. I prepared you your favourite breakfast, shall I serve it?" I shoved my hands into my pockets and exasperated. Why couldn't Alicia just quit playing housewife already? Of course she knew there was no way I was eating her food but she still insisted on serving me. Deep down I did crave her amazing delicacies to the core. Let me not even get started on what a bad cook Angie was. To think that I was going to make her my wife whether I liked it or not almost drove me insane. I cleared my throat and was as rude as I could be. "I don't like your cooking, Alicia. The sooner you accept this the better. It's either there's too much oil in your food or too much salt or maybe it's too bland. Geez," I shuddered as I wrenched the fridge open. I pulled out a loaf of bread and a packet of pure joy. "I'd rather eat shit than your tasteless food. You're totally useless, Alicia. Useless!" As I turned after closing the fridge, I stole a glance at Alicia who stood rigid on her spot looking beyond hurt. I was hurting too but my cowardice had gotten the better of me and I'd come to believe Alicia didn't deserve me. Or should I say I was the one who didn't deserve her? Alicia was a strong and brave woman while I was this weakling who couldn't get himself out of some mess without hurting his almost flawless wife in the process. Mulenga was staring at me obviously wondering if I was possessed. I spared her one glance as I put butter on a slice of bread. "Quit staring at me and get back to work before I fire your pathetic ass." Mulenga flinched and continued peeling potatoes. Just then, I saw Fred standing in the doorway. He was clad in his school uniform. Fred shook his head and dashed out the kitchen. "Fred!" Alicia called and rushed after him. . I'd just arrived at the office and had barely taken a seat when my secretary Rosemary buzzed my intercom. "Yes?" "Mr. Habeenzu's here to see you." I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and sighed. "Let him in." Even as he took his seat, I knew he'd brought more trouble. He just didn't seem to be getting off my case any time soon. Not whilst I was still married to Alicia. "What drama do you bring with you today?" I was past the being polite part. Webster chuckled. "Good morning to you too. And relax, I bring no drama." "What a relief." I was being sarcastic. "What do you want this time around, Webster? I just arrived and I've got way too many things to do so I don't appreciate your visit one bit." "I wouldn't be here if you were married to my daughter by now." "What do you expect me to do when you know quite too well what defiance my wife is portraying when it comes to the divorce issue?" "Bob, I don't know and honestly don't care but Alicia better divorce you before matters get out of hand. I hear you've knocked Angie pregnant and I want you to marry her before she puts to bed. I'll give you an ultimatum, marry my daughter in the next seven months come what may or risk losing your son," said Webster threateningly, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it even though he knew smoking was prohibited in my office. "I'm not bluffing, Bob. You better get your wife to sign those papers asap!" I buried my head in my palms as I watched Webster Habeenzu walk out my office door. I buzzed my secretary. "Rose, I don't want to be disturbed for the next one hour. Clear?" "Clear." I utilized that hour to think things through but I still ended up not getting any sensible solution to my getting out of this sticky situation. Of course telling Daniel Mkandawire about Webster's blackmail had crossed my mind but I knew the bastards were in cahoots so that wouldn't help me one bit. If not, it'd just worsen matters. I didn't work well that day and kept making mistakes with my client's files. If things went on like this, I'd end up getting fired. . I parked right in front of Angie's veranda as that was my usual parking spot. The time was past 6 PM and after knocking off, I'd passed through the mall just to buy Angie some fruits and other cravings of hers. Oh my, trust me when I say Angie made a fuss out of everything. Alicia never pestered me much whenever she fell pregnant but Angie saw to it that she gave me hell for knocking her pregnant. I didn't bother knocking and went right into Angie's house. She had been seated on the couch munching on a raw mango which she dumped on the table upon seeing me. She flung herself at me. "OMG, Bob! You don't know how lonely I've been!" "Hey," I forced a smile. "I brought you some fruits." "That's why I love you," said Angie truthfully, grabbing the shopping bags from my grip. "Thanks." she planted a light kiss on my lips and sat down. I sat too and watched as she went through what I'd bought for her. "I'm hungry," I honestly told her. Unfazed, she replied, "There's rice and some left over chicken in the fridge, you can warm them up." Not I, but you. I was really in shit with this girl. And so I ended up warming my own meal. I got the DSTV remote control from Angie despite her protests and switched to BBC. "I hope you're spending the night here." "Of course I am." I'd gotten accustomed to sleeping out after all, hurting Alicia more. I prayed she'd one day find it in her heart to forgive me for what I was doing to her. Angie and I stayed up till 10 PM when we finally decided to retire to bed. Once we were in the bedroom, Angie grabbed me into her arms and began kissing me as if there was no tomorrow. She made me sit on the bed and got her way with seducing me such that I felt my boxers go wet. Just when I was about to start undressing her, she slapped my right hand. "Stop!" "Why, huh Angie? I wanna make you mine." She vigorously shook her head and got off me. "Not tonight." Was she being for real? "Why not?" "Cause there's something I'd like you to do for me, Bob." "You know I can do anything for you, Angie babe. Why don't we have ourselves some wild sex and then we can discuss whatever it is that you want us to discuss?" "I'm sorry but as I said, you ain't getting laid tonight," said Angie, wearing a serious expression. "Bob, I want you to marry me as soon as possible and move in with me. I don't care whether Alicia divorces you or not." "Are you insane?" I asked with my eyes bulged out. "You know too well I cannot do that! That's illegal, Angie." "Then get Alicia to divorce you! Now, I want to sleep so you better get going." I glanced at the wall clock in disbelief. "It's past 10 PM. Besides, aren't you the one who suggested I spend the night here?" "I don't give a damn what the time is, Bobby!" Angie snapped. "Just leave my house and come back when you think things through. And one more thing, don't dare get on my wrong side, Bob. I swear you won't like the wild version of me." I wanted to say, "There's a wilder version than your normal self?" but I refrained from doing so. I only grabbed my clothes, dressed up and shamefully left her place. As I drove home, I was so horny, frustrated and confused that I ended up driving like a lunatic. I wasn't shocked to find Alicia still wide awake at that awkward hour. She had obviously stayed up just to wait for me. "Bob," she said as soon as I set foot in our bedroom. "There's something I-" I cut her short as I ended up taking her into my arms and kissing her like my life depended on that one kiss. We wound up making passionate love and it felt right to finally enter her after so long. WTF, why did my life have to be so complicated? When I woke up the following morning, I found Alicia seated beside my once sleeping form, smiling. "Good morning." "Good morning," I heard myself say. "Just to clarify things-" "Sshhh," Alicia placed a finger on my lips. "I know." She got out of bed and went to the bedside drawer where she removed the divorce papers and grabbed a pen. She sat back beside me. "That was goodbye sex we had last night, right?" She suppressed a giggle. "Where should I sign?" Beyond shocked as to how she was suddenly willing to sign them papers, I sat up too. "Here," I pointed at the spot. "Oh yeah," Alicia mumbled and signed. "There we go. You're free!" I couldn't comprehend what was going on. So this was it, she had finally signed them papers. And then what would come next?

Just get over him alreadly Alicia

why get shocked, you used her after your slutty side chick snubbed you,,, u are now free. I just hope she doesn't get pregnant,,, Alicia is too good, I just pray she gets someone better bt you shall never know peace Bob

Bob u are such a big fool

hmmmn do u jst said u re shock?? isn't dat what u wanted??

hmmmmmm,, at last, u got wat u want. though U were been blackmailed into doing all dis but u cursed it...

No comment for now... Just continue the damn story

That's what u wanted right, why been shock??? u are free like a bird do what u want with ur life now ,talk to someone u can't do

Congrats Mr. U ve got what u wanted right, I know u ll surely regret it later

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . CHAPTER 7. ..........ALICIA'S POV........... "So as I was saying," said Monde energetically. "I'm willing to give the Blessings guy a chance. Who knows, he might just be the right man for me. Geez, I'll be so happy the day I find a man who doesn't want to get under my pants and dump me afterwards." "Welcome to the club," Lubona said, sipping on her juice. "But with your guy's name being Blessings, he sounds kinda genuine to me." "I really hope he is genuine." We were out having some girl time alone. Shopping, eating at fancy restaurants and gossiping to be precise was what we were doing. Right now, we were at a restaurant sipping on cold juice and having ourselves some sausage rolls, burgers and pizza. I took a bite of my roll and leaned back in my seat. Without preamble, I said, "I finally signed the divorce papers." Monde and Lubona stared at me like I'd just uttered some forbidden curse. "Please stop pulling my leg, Alicia," said Lubona. "You can say something about my new dress if matters for discussion are scarce but please don't joke like that." "Why would I joke about something this serious? Lubona, Monde, I finally signed the papers. Bob and I are finally getting divorced." "OMG," gasped Lubona who left her seat just to come give me a tight hug. She didn't seem to mind the people that were staring at her. "Alicia, I'm so happy for you! Way to go, girl. This calls for a celebration. Let's go out partying or something." Only after Lubona was back to her seat did Monde say, "I hope you know what you're doing, Alicia." "Are you being for real, Monde?" it was Lubona speaking. "This girl just signed her freedom papers and you here asking her this? C'mon, just he happy for her." "I'm certain about my decision," I said, taking a deep breath. "Bob doesn't love me no more and there's no way I'm clinging to a man who treats me like a doormat by literally stepping on me countless times. I feel he doesn't deserve my love." "Thank you!" exhaled Lubona in relief. "Let's drink to our friend's freedom." Once the excitement had died down, Monde shrugged and patted my hand. "I trust you to make the right decision, Alicia. I'm proud of you. I know it must be difficult to finally let go of a man that you've loved since you were fifteen. Don't worry, time will heal your wounds." "Thanks, Monde. And I pray they heal real soon cause I want to move on with my life." "I'm so sorry, Alicia," began Lubona, tears forming in her eyes. That's Lubona for you. Trust her to go from happy to sad to happy again. "For what, baby boo?" "I'm sorry that my sister's responsible for your divorce. If I could turn back time, I'd see to it that Angie not be the one to break your precious marriage. Hell, I'd like you and Bob to spend the rest of your lives together cause you're such a beautiful couple and-" she couldn't continue as she was now sobbing. Now it was I who moved my chair closer to hers and hugged her. "Ssssh, Lulu. It's not your fault that Angie be my husband's sidechick. Neither is it Angie's. Your sister was right the other day, I should blame Bob and only him. He's the one who went out chasing after skirts after all. It's just unfortunate that your sister came into the equation. Relax, I don't hold grudges so both your sister and you are safe, so's Bob. I like to believe my divorce is just a twist of fate which sadly, no one can do anything about." . Sitting under a huge umbrella at the park, I watched Bob and Fred play football. They looked so cute and adorable. Oh God, I looked up at the cloudless sky after leaving the shade of the umbrella. Why couldn't we just stay this way for good? Why do Bob and I have to go our separate ways? It had been five days since I'd signed the divorce papers and only a week was left before Bob and I could officially get divorced in court. For the past five days, it seemed Bob was really trying his best to utilize our last days sensibly as he was now sweet not only to Fred but me. If he wasn't cooking for us, we were out shopping and now we were at the park. Sometimes I wished he wouldn't do all this. I knew I was going to cry myself to sleep upon recalling all these sweet moments once him and I were officially declared single and free to mingle. "Enough football," I said in a bossy tone. "Bob, Fred, you come with me. I've set lunch." Fred smiled and tossed the ball at Bob who placed a foot on it. "Thanks, mummy. I'm starving!" After having lunch, we all decided to go swimming. The swimming was more than fun and Bob, Fred and I seemed like a perfect big happy family. Watching Bob and Fred splash water at one another made me wonder how Fred was going to react when he finally learnt his father and I were going our separate ways. Oh my, I dreaded that moment. "Alicia," began Bob who was behind the wheel of his Benz, driving us home. Fred was fast asleep in the backseat. "Mmmmh." "I've been meaning to ask you something." "You can go ahead and ask, Bob. You have my undivided attention." Bob cleared his throat and uncomfortably said, "What finally made you decide to sign the divorce papers?" I flinched. I wasn't expecting this particular question. To be honest, I myself didn't even know the answer to it. "I don't know. I just signed them to set you free. You seemed so uncomfortable in our marriage, it's like you were drowning in the ocean. I couldn't see you in that state so I just shut my brain and signed the papers. That's how I much I love you, Bob." He swallowed. "I don't deserve your love, trust me. But I just want you to know that divorcing you had never been my intention. I was merely a victim of circumstances. But one day, I know you'll learn why I had to do what I did and I hope it won't be too late for you to forgive me." "I hope so too." . I had just finished bathing Fred and was now dressing him up in spite him protesting he was old enough to bathe and dress himself but he was my only son and to me was still a baby. Holy cow, he'd always be my baby. It was already past 8 PM so pajamas were the appropriate outfit for him. I was done dressing him and was now brushing his stubborn hair when Bob walked into the room, closing the door behind him. "Hi champ. Hello, Alicia." "Hi," Fred and I said in unison. Bob sat on the edge of Fred's bed and sighed. I sat beside him and placed Fred on my laps. I knew it was now time we told Fred everything. Jesus Christ, I really hated putting my son through such emotional and psychological trauma. He was too young for all this. Bob tried to be as sweet as possible. "Fred, there's something your mother and I want to tell you." "I'm listening." Bob shut his eyes and opened them again. This was definitely difficult for him to do to. "How do I put this? Um, your mother and I can't live together anymore." "Why?" asked Fred almost immediately. His face registered utter shock. "Because of some issues that we seem not able to sort out. I just thought it's best you know before we go to court and all that cause there you'll be asked to pick a parent whom you'd like to stay with. Of course the other one will be paying you visits even though you won't be living with them any longer." "So that's why you where asking me who I could pick between daddy and you, huh mummy?" Fred accusingly asked me. Oh boy, that was over a month ago. How could he still remember? I stole a glance at Bob who was looking at me like I'd just robbed a bank. His incredulous stare sent me on edge. "Bob, it's not what you're thinking. I wasn't brainwashing Fred or doing anything of that sort, believe me. I'd just asked Fred whom he'd pick out of curiosity. I know I shouldn't have asked him such cause it seems so biased of me to do so, I'm sorry." "Relax, Alicia. I'm not judging nor accusing you. It's fine." Fred was saying. "Not to be rude, but I'm sleepy and would like to sleep. Good night." "Good night," said Bob, getting up and kissing Fred on the forehead. I remained and tucked Fred into bed. I usually told him stories so as to soothe him to sleep but he said he wasn't in the mood tonight. Once he was finally asleep, I pecked his cheek and turned off all the lights. Fred was a sensitive child and I only hoped this divorce thingy not take a toll on him. Exactly a week later, the much anticipated and dreaded day of mine and Bob's court hearing arrived. I woke up early in the morning, took a shower and dressed up. I needed to look presentable so I settled for a long white summer dress, black pumps and white pearl studs. I tied my hair in a bun and applied a touch of make up as my scars were almost completely diminishing. Bob prepared himself too and Mulenga saw to it that Fred was ready as well. Bob, Fred and I had breakfast together even though we all barely said a thing. Once we were done eating, Bob gave Fred his car keys. "Champ, go unlock the car as mummy and I tag along." Fred nodded and got the keys from his father. He then went outside to do as he'd been told. As I was about to leave the house, Bob grabbed my right arm so that we now stood face to face. "Alicia, whatever happens today, I want you to know that if I'd have things my way, you'd be my wife in this life and the next, if there's one. By the way, I wish you all the best of luck." "Good luck to you too, Bob," I truthfully told him. "I wish you and Angie a happy and prosperous marriage." Upon mention Angie's name, Bob went ashen faced. It was almost as if he wasn't for the idea of marrying her. Anyway, him and I would be divorced in a few hours time so whatever happened to him was no longer my business. There was awkward silence for the next thirty seconds. I broke the silence. "Let's get going before we end up running late for our own hearing, that would be embarrassing." I heard myself laugh. Bob smiled. "Yeah, it would." Even as we stepped over the threshold, I knew a long and hectic day lay ahead of us.

Interesting

oh Alicia You Really have a brave heart

hmmn what a strong woman i jst hpe it wud nt affect ur son

quite tough for the boy

Alicia you are strong o

Alicia is very tough,,,, dis is just too hard on her,,,

Poor Alicia

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . CHAPTER 8. Bobby Chizinga and I, Alicia Zulu Chizinga were going our separate ways and it seemed we were doing so with a bang. I say this because of how many people were present for the court hearing. Lisa, Fred, Monde, Lubona and I were seated on the same bench. Behind us sat Angie and Bob who were holding hands affectionately. Bob's other hand was resting on Angie's still flat tummy. By now everyone who was acquainted with Angie knew she was expecting. There was one person whom I was shocked and puzzled to see in the court room though, Lubona's father. I wondered what he was even doing here. Anyway, I still managed to brush the thought out of my mind. One lawyer would interrogate both Bob and I and then a judge would decide whether or not Bob and I ought to be divorced. Deep down, I wished a miracle could occur and Bob and I would remain man and wife but another part wished we'd get divorced and move on with our lives though I didn't know how I'd move on without Bob. Speaking of Bob, he was first to be ushered to the dock. "Do you solemnly swear to tell the court the truth and nothing but the truth?" Bob placed his right hand on the Holy Bible and swore. "I do." "Great," said the lawyer, Mr. Richard Kapambwe. He put the Bible away and tugged at his wig as if adjusting it. "Mr. Bobby Chizinga, I believe you're the one who filed for this divorce?" "Yes. I am." "Great. Would you kindly tell the court why you'd decide to divorce your wife when you'd vowed on your wedding day to- wait a minute, there was a wedding, not so?" "Yes, there was." Mr. Kapambwe raised his eyebrows. "Good. So I believe you vowed to spend the rest of your life with Mrs. Alicia Chizinga come what may. Might I ask why you'd suddenly decide to divorce her?" "Ask the goddamn fool," muttered Lisa under her breath. She was seated beside me. "Relax," I whispered in her ear. "There's no need to get worked up, sis." She rolled her eyes at me and then focused them on Bob who was still silent. "I asked you a question, Mr. Bobby Chizinga." Bob cleared his throat. "I fell out of love with Alicia." Murmurs erupted in the courtroom. "Silence in court!" it was the judge, hammering his gavel on the wooden surface. The murmurs died down as fast as they had ensued. The lawyer was smiling. "Kindly tell us how or why you fell out of love with your wife. Obviously, there was a reason or reasons that triggered it." "Yes, there were," said Bob uncomfortably. He glanced at me and my eyes were focused on his. I was yearning to hear the goddamn reasons myself. "Um, Alicia kinda changed. She wasn't the same woman I'd married anymore. Everything about her started irritating me, her cooking, her laugh, her voice, dresscode, her presence, everything!" "Wow, that's surely pure hate and disgust," said Mr. Kapambwe wryly. "But could it be that you'd just fallen in love with another woman and thus you now found your wife- what's the word, bland? As per my knowledge, one Ms. Angela Habeenzu who is in the courtroom as I speak is carrying your child. Could it be that you just wanted to be married to Angela and not your wife?" Bob swallowed. He stole a glance at me and then at Fred who was staring at him with so much disgust and hate in his eyes. Bob said, "You can put it that way." "Thank you for your co-corporation, Mr. Chizinga," said Mr. Kapambwe, bowing his head before the judge slightly. "I think I'm done examining him, your Honour." "Sure." "You can now take your seat as Mrs. Alicia Chizinga makes her way to the stand," the lawyer told Bob loudly. As Bob and I bypassed one another, I heard him whisper, "I'm sorry, Alicia. I really had to say all that." I played mute and made my way to the dock where I was sworn in. After the swearing in was done, the lawyer said, "Mrs. Chizinga, when your husband presented you with the divorce papers, what was your reaction?" "I was shocked. Yes we were having some marital hiccups but I didn't know they were that serious so I was taken aback to learn my husband no longer wanted me as his wife. I was also hurt but I remained adamant and refused to sign the papers." "Okay. So what finally made you sign the papers?" I glared at Bob who's head was bowed. "They say actions speak louder than words and my husband's spoke volumes. There was no need of staying in a one sided love marriage so I just had to get off my high horse and grant my husband's wish. Which was to sign the papers and divorce him." "Are you really sure you want to divorce your husband of three years?" "I believe I am." "That's nice to hear," said the lawyer curtly. "Are you aware your son has to choose whom to live with hence forth?" I swallowed. This was the part I'd been dreading most. "Yes, I am." "Being his mother, do you think he's old or fit enough to go through this ordeal?" "Isn't seven the right age?" I shrugged. "He is seven so I believe he is." Fred was the next to be ushered to the stand. As he was getting up, I kissed his cheek. "Follow your heart, my son." Fred merely nodded and even as he made it to the dock, my sixth sense told me he'd pick me. Why, I spent more time with him so it was obvious he preferred me to Bob. "I won't take much of your time, sonny," said the lawyer in a fatherly tone. "I know this must be tough for a kid your age but I'm going to do it anyway. Fredrick Chizinga, do you by any chance believe either of your parents is a bad person?" "No." "I'm glad to hear that. Fred, who do you wish to live with from today onwards?" The court fell dead silent to me. Time seemed to come to a stand still and Fred went quiet for what seemed eternity. When he finally spoke, he said, "I pick my daddy." My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I've lost one sense, I thought. The sense of hearing to be precise. How can Fred seriously pick Bob? No, I must be dreaming. "Yes," I heard Bob triumphantly whisper behind me. Angie clicked her tongue, she was obviously expecting Fred to pick me. Hell, everyone was! Mr. Kapambwe seemed unfazed. "Are you sure?" "Yes. Mummy just told me to follow my heart and that's exactly what I've done." It was at that instant that I lost all hope to do anything productive with my life. The only thing that I walked out of my marriage with was the house that Bob and I had been living as it was given to me as alimony. . I threw everything on the dressing cabinet to the floor in rage. I was hurt, disappointed, infuriated and had so many other mixed emotions. Lisa and I had just arrived home after I'd cried my eyes red from the courtroom to my house and now I locked myself in the bedroom. Lisa was pounding on the door. "Alicia, open this door, please. Let me in. Let me console you, baby sister, please!" "No, Lisa!" I yelled. "Just leave me be. I want to grieve alone. But you can rest assured cause I'm not suicidal." I slumped to the ground, beat my breasts in agony wondering how my own son could turn his back on me. This seemed too difficult for me to believe. It was like I was having a terrible nightmare but no, everything was real and so was the pain. I lay on the cold floor and wept. . Despite the rain, I still made my way to the fancy house that Bob, Angie and Fred now stayed in. Angie and Bob had gotten married via a marvelous wedding three months after the divorce. I had attended the church service with hope that Bob would reconsider marrying Angie after seeing me but he'd glanced back at me and boldly said, "I do take Angela Habeenzu as my lawfully wedded wife." It was then that I lost all hope of him and I ever getting back together. It had now been about six months since I'd divorced Bob. The pain was still fresh and had it not been for Lisa moving in with me, I would have committed suicide months back but she'd been my pillar of strength and I managed to move on with life. Monde and Lubona were there for me too and I was really grateful. I had now lost weight and spent almost all my days indoors, doing nothing except go through pictures of Bob, Fred and I and cry if I felt like doing so. The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that I could visit Fred whenever I felt like doing so. But he'd said hurtful things towards me the last time I had paid him a visit. It had been a week back. Once I arrived, Angie ordered her maid to bring plastic chairs outside as I wasn't allowed to step foot into her house. She'd been blunt with me the first time I'd visited. "Alicia, I'm only allowing you into my compound because Bob wants me to. But I'm not going to risk you going inside lest you drop some juju in the house and send Bob and I separate ways." "If that's the method you used to steal Bob from me," I'd retorted. "then good for you. But I'm not one to practice witchcraft so you can have Bob all to yourself because I'm through with him." "Or should you say he's through with you?" "Whatever, Angie. Can I now see my son?" Now as I was saying, the last time I'd visited Fred, he'd hurt me with his words. "Aunt Angie says you're a bad woman and am beginning to believe her words. She says you don't love me and that's why you didn't fight hard enough to get me in court. She said mothers are supposed to look after their kids no matter what. Why did you let me pick dad?" Wasn't he the one who had picked Bob? So why was Fred asking me this now? Not wanting to say anything that I might regret later, I'd only gotten up from my seat and walked out on Fred. Now I was here with some gifts in my arms. I wanted to apologize to Fred for being rude the other day. Using my free hand, I softly knocked on the door. There was no response. I knocked harder. "Yes I'm coming!" I heard a male voice irritably call from inside. The door was opened by a man who seemed to be in his thirties. He was a total stranger to me. "Yes?" "Um, is Angela in?" "Who is Angela?" I was surprised to hear him ask me that. Before I could reply, he said, "Oh, you must be talking about the previous owners of this house. They moved out three days ago." Moved out? "Would you happen to know where to?" The man ruefully shook his head. "Not really. They sold this house to my father and all I know is they were desperate to leave the country. They said they were relocating to another country for good but they didn't mention the specific country."

What

arrrgh! that's too bad taking your son along with them without allowing you to say goodbye

Angela has been feeding Fred with bad advice

HOPE U RE NOT TOTALLY LOOSING ALL

That's too bad.

Hmmmm, so disheartening

but is Fred dumb? did he not see d ill treament his father has been given to his mother? how on earth could he picked his father? am sure he will understand as he is growing

and Alicia should start on a clean slate and forget d whole saga,,,, maybe she should relocate but she will not to do dat bcos she is a mother,,, she wil be waiting and continue to be waiting maybe her son will come back

Arrrrgh! too bad!

hope they didn't take Fred to an orphanage.... why would Angie turn Fred against his mother when it's clear she doesn't like him.hope she is not planning to harm him

#BITTER_LOVE. N.B: This story's pure fiction so not all contents are accurate or realistic. . . . . . Chapter 9. Some jobs are quite demanding. It was past 11 PM but in spite of the late hour, my colleague, officer Baison Daka and I were out in the field. This time we had targeted a newly opened bar and instead of closing at the appropriate time which is 22:30hrs, they were still open. "These people really love trouble, don't they?" piped up Baison as we stepped out of the police van. "I mean, why not just corporate with the government and close at the right hour, huh Alicia?" I shrugged as I got my gun and cocked it. There was no need to use the gun but I surely needed it to threaten the people who thought of themselves as tough cookies. "Honestly Baison, I don't know." I truthfully said. Officer Baison and I were close friends so we usually referred to ourselves by our first names. "Let's get going already. As it is, it's too chilly and I just wanna be home. In bed." The fantasy of being in bed almost made me turn back. As we stepped over the threshold of the bar, people began scattering out the bar through the back door. But three unlucky teenagers ended up being caught by Baison and I. The one in my grip was trying to wiggle himself free. "You better stay still," I sternly warned as I handcuffed him. "Or I'll bust your stupid head, asshole." Baison Daka chuckled as he handcuffed his two guys. "That's officer Zulu for you, sonny. Get on her wrong side and you'll experience hell on earth." One of the guys Baison had apprehended winced. "Officers, please don't take me to the cells. Have mercy on us. I was just forced to come here. Please, I promise I-" "Oh just shut up!" it was the guy I'd caught speaking. "We didn't bring you by gunshot, did we now?" "Your friend has a point. Now let's get going cause I wanna go home. Get moving!" I ordered in a shrill voice, shoving the dude forward and out of the bar. "What a long day it has been," Baison sighed. He was behind the wheel driving me home. He was giving me a ride because my Spacio was at the garage. For servicing, again. As for the three trouble makers we'd caught at the bar, they were over at the police station where they'd spend the night. We'd call their parents the following day and charge each parent or guardian K200 each as bail. Baison and I were off shift and as such we were headed home. Instead of driving me to my house, he drove me to his. "Why did you bring me here?" "Huh Alicia, would you mind coming in? There's something I gotta do inside. I promise I won't be long." "Okay," I sighed. As soon as we were inside Baison's house and the door was closed, he pulled into his arms and kissed me, catching me offguard. It had been long since I'd had a man kiss me this passionately but I still managed to push him off me. "What do you think you're doing?" "Alicia," his hand was skimming through my weave. "Don't tell me you've not been longing for this. Now please just keep mute and savour the moment." As he kissed me more, I heard myself whisper, "Do you have protection?" Baison winked. "I'm loaded, honey." I wrapped my arms round his neck and my legs his waist. We were undressing one another as he kissed me all the way to his master bedroom where we threw ourselves to the bed. And the skin game begun. "Baison," I said, pulling on my trousers as it was part of my uniform as a policewoman. Baison lay spent on the bed. "Mmmmh." "Haul your ass up and drive me home. And just for the record, the fact that we've just had sex shouldn't give you ideas cause you know too well I'm not up for grabs. This was just sex, no strings attached." "Your wish is my command, boss." He was teasing me as he got dressed. After we were fully dressed, Baison drove me to my house in Northmead. Yes, I'd relocated to Lusaka years back. "See you tomorrow, my feisty policewoman." "See you tomorrow." I stepped out of his car and watched him drive off. What a jerk, I thought as I got into my compound. I can't believe he's finally managed to have a taste of my honey pot. Alicia, you gotta be strong next time girl. Don't let your desire cloud your judgement. You definitely cannot afford to be this careless. I rapped on the door and there was an answer almost immediately. Mulenga always waited up for me. Mule and I were almost now like family. She'd left the Copperbelt and followed me to Lusaka to still work as my maid as she now had a son to cater for though the son was back in the Copperbelt living with his grandparents, Mulenga's parents. "You're late tonight," said Mule casually as she opened the door and I stepped into the house. "I almost concluded you weren't coming home tonight." "I'm here now. Mule, please lock up. I'm going to bed," I stifled a yawn. "I've had quite a long day and as a result, I'm really exhausted." "Okay madam. Sleep tight." "Thanks. You also have a good night." But I didn't go straight to my bedroom as I ended up passing through my daughter Faides' room. I watched the girl's sleeping form and her striking resemblance to my late sister Lisa took me back in time.... It had hurt to learn Bob, Fred and Angie had left the country, for good. What devastated me the most was that neither Lubona nor her dad knew what country they'd relocated to. For Lubona, I believed her but the dad, not so much. He had always favoured Angie more so I wouldn't be shocked to learn he knew her whereabouts. Anyway, I ended up slicing my wrists in a bid to end my life as I just couldn't seem to gather the courage to live without Fred nor Bob. I was hospitalized and sadly, didn't die. "I can't believe you could be so selfish!" yelled Lisa. She was peering down at me while I lay on the hospital bed and people in the ward were now watching us. "Alicia, how could you even contemplate committing suicide? Yes it hurts you not to know your son's whereabouts but that's not the end of the world, is it?!" Monde grabbed Lisa's arm. "Lisa, please calm down. You're causing a scene and people are watching." "Let them watch! I'm only yelling so that maybe Alicia can-" she didn't get to finish her sentence. Lisa went pale and slumped to the floor. Tests were conducted on her and the results revealed she was 5 weeks pregnant. We were seated at home two weeks later and I was now discharged. Lisa who was seated opposite me was saying, "Alicia, I'm really stuck between a rock and hard place. The baby I'm carrying was conceived through a one night stand and the guy responsible for it says he wants nothing to do with the baby. He suggested I terminate the pregnancy and I think he's right so that's exactly what I'm going to do." "You will do no such thing," I hotly told Lisa and joined her on her seat. "Lisa, the child you're carrying is a gift from God and there's no way I'll sit here and watch you murder an innocent child." "Oh come on, sis. Quit exaggerating. Abortion isn't murder. The baby's merely a fetus yet." "According to medicine, it may not be but to God, it's human." I placed my hand on hers. "Big sis, I know you're not ready for this but just as you encouraged me to move on with my life with or without my son in it, I want you to learn to love your unborn baby and welcome it into this world. I promise you'll love the feeling of motherhood." It took more talking to convince her but Lisa finally agreed to keep the pregnancy. The months dragged on and there was still no news about either Bob, Fred or Angie. I was back at the boutique and spent my free time with my heavily pregnant sister and my two friends, Lubona and Monde. When the time for Lisa to deliver arrived, I rushed her to the nearest health facility where she gave birth to a bouncing baby girl seven hours later. Lisa was fast asleep when I paid her and the baby a visit. The baby was fast asleep beside Lisa. "Your baby's adorable," I told Lisa when she was finally awake. She flashed me a weary smile. "Thank you." her voice was too low. "Alicia, I don't know why but I'm feeling too weak." "It's must be the aftermath of labour and child birth." Lisa shook her head. "I'm a nurse, remember? Thus I know too well what I'm feeling is not normal. You know the feeling that people get when they are about to die? I think that's the one I have." "Don't say such," I reprimanded her. "Lisa, you'll get well and we'll stay together. The three of us. You, my niece and I." She shook her head. "I'd I've loved that." she spared her daughter a glance. "She is really an adorable child." "Yes, she is and-" "Promise me one thing," Lisa cut me short, slipping a finger into my hand. "Please promise me you'll love my daughter as much as you love Fred. Promise me you'll make her your own daughter. She doesn't have to know you aren't her real mother. I think it'll be better if she thinks you're her biological mother." "Lisa," a tear had just rolled down my cheeks. Lisa's tone and words were getting me emotional. "There's no need for me to promise you anything. You know I already love this girl like she were my own." "You have a kind heart, sister. Life hasn't been fair to you but I hope my gift for you makes up for some of the pain. When the time for christening my daughter arrives, please name her Faides. After our beloved mother, may her soul rest in eternal peace. I'll be watching after you, Alicia. I promise I will." I was now crying. "Don't say such things, sis. You're really getting me emotional." Lisa died an hour later. I was literally alone in this world. Both my parents were dead and now so were my siblings. For Faides' sake, I decided to stay strong and forge ahead. After Lisa's burial, I put my house on sale and it was after selling the house that I found myself a spot at a night school. I'd leave Faides with Mulenga whilst I attended classes and sooner rather than later, I sat for my grade twelve exams which I passed with flying colours. I was really determined to make myself worthy of Faides. I wanted her to have a good life. When it came to selecting a career, I decided to become a cop. I don't know why but I found the profession sexy, fun and challenging at the same time so a year later, I was employed as a policewoman. Faides was two years old now and to her, I was her real mother and she'd believe this for as long as I was healthy. I'd only reveal the truth to her on my deathbed. It was in this year that Monde got married to Blessings and their wedding was the talk of the town. Lubona on the other hand seemed to be enjoying her work as fashion designer way too much that marriage seemed the last thing on her mind. Mulenga got careless and fell pregnant. Three years later, I was transferred from Mufulira to Lusaka and so Faides and I relocated, Mule followed us months later, leaving her son behind. Life in Lusaka was routine. I'd go to work, come back home and spend some quality time with my daughter, go back to work and so on and so forth. Baison and I became friends when I was promoted as chief of police at Emmasdale police station and I was shocked he was willing to be friends as most of my colleagues now hated me because of my post. Well, him and I clicked and we became the best of friends but I wasn't proud of what had transpired between us tonight. My dating life was pathetic. Mostly because I didn't date despite the many suitors that came my way. Well, I was done with men and they were the last thing on my mind. But I'd gotten careless tonight and let Baison have me. I wasn't going to get that clumsy again, no way. Now as I watched the beautiful sleeping form of the 10-year-old Faides, I couldn't help but recall that today marked exactly 11 years since I'd last set eyes on my son. I wondered where he was, how he was doing, what he now looked like now that he was 18. Oh crap, I missed him like hell. But he was gone and I was content with Faides as she was such a sweet little girl. I kissed her forehead and retired to my room where I dumped myself on the bed and slept. I woke up at eight the following morning and took a shower. I knew Faides was already at school so I opted to stay in my room as I waited for the time to hit 9:30 AM. My shift would begin at 10. I grabbed a mystery-romance novel from my bedside drawer. The author of the novel was a Zambian author by the name or Curtis L. Maliti. The author was 36 years old and I knew this because I'd been stocking him on the Internet. I sat on my bed and began reading the novel, each page captivating me and making me get obsessed with the writer of the amazing piece to the core. I wondered how a man could write such passionate stories and the romantic parts were really romantic. Let me not even get started on the mystery. Even though Curtis L. Maliti resided in Britain, I had a hunch that I'd one day meet him and get his autograph. The mere thought of being in the same room with him got me excited.

I hope Fred is in good hands wherever he is now

let watch out

hmmn oya continue

alicia is dreaming high i hope your dream come true. is fred really safe whereever he is?

Hmmmm, I hope u see Ur son one day and by den, I hope he comes back to his senses

I am happy for you

continue

Interesting

I just hope that Fred and faides won't fall in love in future

i am just speechless at d momemt,lets keep watching

10. "Good morning, sunshine." Baison was giving me such an uncomfortable stare as we walked into the police station. My mechanic had brought my car as soon as I was done bathing so no, Baison hadn't given me a ride this morning. I had driven myself to work. "Morning to you too, officer Daka." "Oh come on, Ali, there's no need to be so uptight this morning. You know what," whispered Baison flirtingly. "I didn't get an ounce of sleep tonight. I was yearning to have you back in my arms. Oh Ali, stop playing hard to get and let's just start going out already. As it is, you are single and I'm an eligible bachelor myself so I see nothing wrong with us hanging out together." he cleared his throat. "As boyfriend and girlfriend. Yeah, I know that sounds cheesy for our age but I can't help feeling you and I were meant to be." "So you've finally shut your mouth?" I snapped in a hushed tone. On the desk at the reception was Helen and she was one rumour monger so I couldn't risk her hearing what I was telling Baison. "As I told you last night, what we had was just sex. Now if you treasure the friendship we share one bit, Baison, you'll forget you and I did anything last night, you hear?" He chuckled and saluted, mocking me of course. "Yes, boss. But one day, you'll be mine." I shook my head in defeat. "You're impossible." "Good morning, Helen." "Morning, officers Zulu and Daka. My colleague just signed his shift off. He really had an emergency." "It's fine, I understand." I flashed Helen a genuine smile. "You look exhausted, you must go home too." "Thanks, boss." I just couldn't seem to get used to the title, 'boss.' Helen was about to leave when she came back and said, "Lest I forget, two of the boys you caught last night have just been bailed off. The other one's still in the cell though. Officer Sibajene and I asked him to phone his guardians or parents but the boy shrugged saying he doesn't want to. He seems so scared I wonder what he was doing at the bar in the first place." "Peer pressure, my sister," it was Baison who spoke up, perusing some files. Helen nodded. "It's sad what peer pressure can land you in. Anyway, I'm off now." Once Helen was out and Baison and I were fully settled, I decided to pay the boy in question a visit. I found him seated in a corner, hugging his knees. "Hey, there." Startled, he sprang to his feet. "I.. I didn't hear you come in. You startled me." "That wasn't my intention. I'm sorry," I politely said. "I hear you've refused to corporate with the police, why is that?" The boy came closer so that him and I now stood face to face. The only barrier between us was the bars of the police cells. I looked him straight in his dreamy brown eyes and there was so much, no. Let me rephrase that. There was too much sadness written in his eyes. "My.. My guardian... He-" "It's alright, boy. There's no need to be afraid of me. I know Baison gave you guys a scare last night when he said I was hot tempered. That's true but I'm in a pretty good mood today so relax and feel free to talk to me. What are you called?" "Logan. Logan Meleki." "Are you Zambian, Logan?" "No. I'm Kenyan." "Okay, Logan. Nice to meet you. Now please tell me why you are so afraid of informing your guardian that you've spent the night in police custody." "Because he'll skin me alive," said Logan dreadfully. "Come what may, my uncle mustn't find out I spent the night here, please." "But how come your friend's parents' didn't at least bail you out?" He shrugged. "To be honest, I only met those guys a few days ago so they aren't really my friends. I don't have any friends. Most people call me a weirdo and as a result, I'm a loner." "Sad to hear and yeah, this is tough," I folded my arms across my chest. "But you need to get out of here asap or else you'll end up going to jail for six months. And you and I both know what a bad place jail is." "I know," Logan swallowed. "But officer, I don't want things to go that far. Help me out, please. I promise I won't go clubbing at inappriopriate hours, ever." I paused to ponder things through. "I'll help you." "You will?" his eyes lit up. I nodded. "Yes, I will. On one condition though." "Which is?" "That you promise to be a good boy." "I promise I'll be a good boy." "Great," I said as I unlocked the cell. "come with me." I was the one who handed him his belongings at reception. I stole a glance at his ID, his driver's license to be precise. Indeed his name was Logan Meleki and he was a 19-year-old Kenyan. "Might I ask who's going to pay that dude's bail?" Baison asked me as soon as Logan was out of earshot. "I will." "My God, Ali. Why would you do such a thing?" "First of all, I'm not Ali. I'm Alicia so call me Ali one more time and you'll have your balls for supper." "Ouch," Baison winced. "That would sting like a bitch." "And I'd enjoy every minute of castrating you. Secondly, I'm using my hard earned money so you have no right to question me as to how I decide to use it. You're not my father and neither are you my husband so please stay within your lane." "Someone's got a nasty temper today. I hear women get heated up whenever they are expecting. OMG, don't tell me you're carrying my child, Alicia?!" I couldn't help but laugh. Some people are just impossible. Baison was one of those people. "What's funny?" with a serious face, he inquired. I had to suppress more laughter. "We used a condom, remember? And we had sex only last night so there's absolutely no way I'd be pregnant today. Things don't work like that, buddy. Are you sure you really are 38 years old?" "Yeah, why?" "You don't act 38." "Oh really?" I could smell bickering coming our way but we were saved by the scene that entered the police station. 3 women were holding a fellow woman by the wig, calling her all sorts of abusive names. "Here comes drama," Baison muttered. I stood firm, bracing myself for the drama. Drama came our way everyday and that's why I kinda loved my job. It was quite entertaining. I muttered, "I wonder what this drama's about, though." . It was a Saturday and I was doing night shift so I'd decided to take Faides out as I had free time on my hands during the day. We'd gone to Manda Hill where we'd watched Frozen and then gone to shoprite to grab some stuff. Faides insisted she push the trolley and I pick the stuff we needed. She was quite a bossy child so I had no option but to oblige. We were in the row that stocked liqour and I grabbed a bottle of Amarula and placed it in the trolley. Faides groaned. "What?" "Nothing," she shrugged. "It's just that my science teacher says alcohol is bad for your health." I smiled and rested a hand on her shoulder. "When taken in excess, it is." "Oh, ok. I guess it's okay for you cause you don't end up getting as drunk as aunt Mule gets sometimes." "If Mule hears you say that, she'll skin you alive." "She won't. Unless you snitch, mummy." "Oh c'mon, sweetie. You know I'm not a snitch!" "Yes, you're not. So I've been meaning to ask you something, mummy." We'd left the row that stocked liquor. We were now in the one that stocked chocolates and such. I picked Faides' favourite, Dairy Milk. "You know you can ask me anything, baby girl." Faides swallowed. "How come I don't have a father?" How do I answer this one? "Um, Faides. I-" "Alicia!" I turned to see Monde headed our way. Did I mention she was now living in Lusaka too? Well, her husband and her now lived in Lusaka with their two adorable kids. "It's been ages since I last saw you," Monde piped up. "Hi there, Fai." "Hello, aunt Monde." I had never been more glad to see anyone in my life cause Monde had just saved me some embarrassing moment. "Long time indeed, boi. You know my work keeps me busy and all that. So, what's popping?" "Nothing much, you?" "Nothing. Just out spending some quality time with my Faides." "How lovely. Aha, Alicia, lest I forget. Have you heard our favourite author's in the country?" "You lie," I said a little too loudly. "As in, the one and only Curtis L. Maliti?" "Who else if not him? You know I only read his and Sidney Sheldon's books and Sheldon's dead so I'm obviously talking about Curtis. In fact, he's hosting a book release tonight, at Protea Hotel. Alicia, are you sure you live in Zambia? Let alone Lusaka? Girl, this is old news!" "Whatever, Monde. All I know is I'm going to that book opening come what may and I'm definitely getting Curtis's autograph. This I promise you." . There was so much ghost reading in the previous insert. Ghost readers, a simple like, reaction, tag or comment won't kill you and it'll definitely mean a lot to me so let's motivate one another, please. And to those who drop feedback, I'm forever grateful. Let's all meet in chapter 11.

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what will you tell that little girl about her father? you are thinking of signing autograph

just tell her that her father died, when she is old enough you can tell her the truth and if you don't want to tell her about her biological mother then you can use Bob's story and twist it a little bit

just tell her father died,,,, and after signing autograph nko?

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#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 11. "Wow, jealous down, madam! You really do look amazing!" "I do?" I was standing in front of a dressing mirror in my bedroom. The mirror reflected a 34-year old woman clad in a purple jumpsuit, purple nude heels and purple studs. "Purple really suits you fine, madam," complimented Mule who stood in the doorway, staring at me. I adjusted my Afro wig. "Thanks, Mule." "Are you sure you're going for a book opening?" "No," I spared her a glare as I applied some make up. "I'm going to a nightclub to dance the night away. Of course I'm going for a book opening, Mule. Sometimes you really do ask stupid and irritating questions." "I'm sorry." "It's fine." She silently stepped out of the bedroom. Once she was gone, I went over to my bedside drawer and grabbed a photo of Lisa which was always on top of my drawer. I ran fingers on her beautiful face. "Hey, sister. I miss you. Um, I'm taking good care of your daughter. Hell, she's more than my own daughter now. Anyway, just wanted to ask you to please send blessings down upon me. I really want to meet Curtis L. Maliti and even get an autograph of his. I don't know why I'm this obsessed with a writer but please just help me, sis." I sighed and put her photo back down. Beside hers stood a picture frame containing a picture of Fred, Bob and I. I grabbed it too and planted a kiss on the stationary Fred. "Hi, sonny. I really do miss you and wish you'll one day come back to me." After putting the photo down, I glanced at the ceiling and folded my hands as if praying, "Heavenly Father, please watch over my son wherever he is. And please also cast blessings down at me tonight." No sooner was I done saying the short prayer than I grabbed a huge shopping bag which contained my work attire. It was already past 6 PM and the book opening was scheduled for 7:30 PM. My shift would begin at 10 PM so I had no plans of coming back home from Protea Hotel, I'd just go straight to work. I got my purse from the bed and made sure the K200 ticket I'd bought earlier that day was in it. "You look nice, mummy." "Thanks, Faides." I found Faides seated on her favourite couch in the living room, watching Sofia the First on Disney Junior. "You be a good girl, okay? Mummy will see you tomorrow." I pecked her forehead. "I'll be on my best behaviour," said Faides ominously, winking. I added, "Please just make sure you don't give Mulenga hell. I don't wanna hear any complaints about you tomorrow." "Mummy." she sounded irritated. "Alright, baby. Love you." "Love you too." I called Mule and asked her to help me take my work attire to the car. Once in the car, I drove off. As I drove, I turned on my car's radio and tuned in to radio 4. It was Whitney Houston's 'I will always love you' playing. I immediately turned the radio off, scowling. Not that I hated the song, no. In fact it was one of my favourite songs ever. But it reminded me of Bob and it hurt me to realize I still loved the bastard after 11 years of not even setting my eyes on him. I just couldn't seem to get the dude out of my system and this agitated me to the core. As I approached the hotel, I sent Baison a text informing him I might run a little late for work. He gave me a call almost immediately. "This is the first time you're planning on coming late for work, Ali. Don't tell me you out on a date or something?" said Baison breathlessly as soon as I picked the call. "Relax, dude. I'll be at Protea Hotel, not getting laid by the way. There's a book opening by Curtis L. Maliti and I'm kinda obsessed with the dude so I just wanna lay my eyes on him and at least get him to sign an autograph." "Oh. As in, Curtis the writer of Ecstasy in Hell? I can't believe you are mad over that guy, Ali. First of all, I'm quite better looking than he is and I remember dumping his book after reading only a 100 pages. Alicia, I'm sorry but to me, that guys writes shit. I wonder why he's so adored." "Wow, why do I smell envy?" I mocked Baison. "And yeah, people like him because there are different strokes for different drums. And just a friendly warning, the next time you place Curtis and shit in the same sentence, I'll pluck out your tongue." "I'd like to see you try." . The place was packed. A crowd was waiting for Curtis L. Maliti outside the lobby. I made my way to the pool area where I sat and waited along with the crowd. Most of the people present were ladies ranging from 18-50 years of age. Guys were there too, but not too many. It was beginning to get cold and I shivered as I played Geometry Dash on my iPhone 4 which was in trend back then. After failing level 4 for the hundredth time in a few minutes, I quit the game and was shocked to see the time was past 8 PM. "I wonder what's taking him so long," I muttered under my breath. I was starting to get lonely and the fact the Monde wasn't here made me feel worse. She'd wanted to come but her husband Blessings couldn't permit her. Being married che, it's another issue. It had been so long since I'd been referred to as 'Mrs' that I had even forgotten how it felt to be married to someone. I felt someone tap me on my shoulder, snapping me from my reverie. "Mind if I sit next to you?" "No, you can go ahead and sit." I now found myself in the company of a beautiful lady who seemed to be in her mid twenties. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" she had a soft voice. I glanced at the starry, part cloudy sky and smiled. "Yes." "I wonder what's taking Curtis so long, he's never been this late before." "You acquainted with him?" I inquired. The lady nodded. "Yes. I never tell people this but you seem harmless so I'll go ahead and tell you. I'm Diana, his closest cousin." "Nice to meet you, Diana. I'm Alicia, his number one fan. No, let me rephrase that, I'm a die hard fan of his that I'd stay here till dawn just to personally see the talented man who has made my days less boring with his novels." Diana giggled. "I've been in your shoes before, hun. I remember when Enrique Iglesias had come late to a concert back in Manchester, I'd been mad at myself for going there in the first place but when he showed up, I screamed myself hoarse and just couldn't get my eyes off him as he performed 'Hero,' live. Oh what a splendid night that was." "I like Enrique Iglesias," I absent mindedly said. "But unlike you, Diana, I'm not mad at your cousin for keeping me and his other fans waiting." "You sure you aren't mad, it's Alicia right?" I nodded, not hurt by Diana's uncertainty over my name. "You aren't mad at Curtis, not even 1 percent mad?" "No." "Wow, you're indeed his die hard fan. You know what, I'll see to it that you don't go home without speaking to him in person." "You lie," I exclaimed in disbelief. "You don't know how much that would mean to me." "And you don't know what talking to someone as cool as you're makes me feel. By the way, I like your jumpsuit." I blushed. "Thanks. I like your dress too, it's lovely." "Thanks, honey." Wow, this Diana girl was really jovial. She and I talked about random stuff and didn't even notice that the time was now past 10 PM. "Why don't you give him a call?" I suggested upon seeing how late it had become. The impatient fans had already started going home. Diana smiled and said, "I need an appointment. Just kidding, his phone's off. So's his manager's. I'm honestly growing impatient too, Alicia." I was about to reply when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, I turned my head just to see Baison Daka looming over me. "Thank God I finally found you," Baison exhaled and sat beside me so that I was now seated between him and Diana. "I can't believe how many people are obsessed with this guy that they are still waiting for him until now. I suggest we just go home, Ali." "First of all," I defiantly said. "The lady seated next to me is Curtis's cousin so mind what you say about his books, Baison. Secondly, I don't even know what you're doing here dressed in your work attire and lastly who's at the police station now that you're here? And lastly, I'm not going home without seeing Curtis." Baison shook his head and said to Diana, "Firstly, nice to meet you, Curtis's cousin. I'll be honest with you, your cousin's novels just aren't my cup of tea." Jesus, how could Baison afford to be this blunt? I was so embarrassed and wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Diana merely smiled. "Nice to meet you too, sir. And I don't mind your not liking Curtis's novels. As you said, he's not your cup of tea." "Thank you!" Baison exasperated in relief. "And Ali, don't worry about the station cause I've taken care of everything so we're covered tonight. So, what are you guys drinking? Don't tell me you-" His voice was drowned by the cheers that erupted. We all stood and saw Curtis L. Maliti clad in an expensive black tuxedo. He was wearing dark sunglasses despite the late hour but to me, they made him look more sexy. In the company of two bodyguards, he headed to the raised platform where he grabbed a microphone and smiled. His smile caused butterflies to jitter in my stomach. So did his dreamy and calm voice. "How are you all?" he greeted in fluent Nyanja. There was more cheering. "I can see the place is packed. I'm humbled you've all spared me your precious time, thank you. I'll firstly apologize for being late. Some matters are just beyond us as humans......" He went on to talk about the book he was officially releasing tonight, 'Heavy Rains in the Desert.' I was so excited when Curtis mentioned everyone present would go home with a copy. "No thanks, buddy." I heard Baison mumble under his breath. I jabbed him in the stomach. "Just get the book when the time comes, Baison. I'll give it to Monde." Curtis's speech took approximately 45 minutes. "Let me get him to sign you an autograph," Diana said. "Follow me." Curtis was now in the lobby and we literally had to push our way there. Baison and I had had glasses of cocktail and in my hand I still had a semi filled one. Plus I was kind of feeling tipsy but I still managed not to stagger. Curtis's back was turned to us when we finally located him. "If it isn't my favourite cousin," said Diana loudly, causing Curtis to turn. OMG, the dude looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine! I was trying to adjust my stance when my heel broke, lunging me forward. Straight at Curtis. His jacket was now stained with my cocktail. "I'm- I'm so sorry, sir." I stammered an apology as Baison held me and prevented me from hitting the floor. And then Curtis reacted. His reaction left me flabbergasted.

Something is more with this author, Curtis L. Maliti. Next episode will tell

oya bring it on

Oya, tell us the reaction

wat was his reaction like? did hr lash at u, or slapped u? he wouldn't do dat,,,,, even if he has hot tempered, he will still react calmly bcos of d pple and his fans present dia

Gud work,but u ve bein dragin d story.

what was his reaction

what was his reaction?

Oya tell us

Waiting jejeli

Good

Just let her know abt her father b4 she I'll hear it from another person

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . . Chapter 12. "Oh no, damn it! You've just ruined my suit." Curtis wasn't yelling, but the message had been conveyed. He was mad at me for accidentally dumping my cocktail on him. Diana tugged at his arm and shook her head. "Relax, Curtis. It was an accident." "You bet my ass it was. Dee, where did you find this drunk lady and what's she doing standing here before me clad in fake and cheap clothes from head to toe?" "Yoh buddy, there's no need to go that far," said Baison defensively, he was still holding my arm. Curtis chuckled. "And who the hell are you?" "I'm an officer who's going to arrest your sorry hypocritical ass if you don't apologize to Alicia for the hurtful words you've uttered." "You're very funny," Curtis suppressed a laugh. "The only person who should be arrested here is this Alicia girl who's wearing fake heels. Come on, she's misleading people and is a danger if let loose. As it is, she just ruined my expensive tuxedo. I bought this suit in Paris, France. You two ever left this pathetic country before?" I sighed and shook my head when Baison attempted to speak. "I'm the one that's at fault here," I sheepishly said. "Mr. Curtis L. Maliti, I'm sorry for the cocktail and all. I didn't know my heel would break at such a juncture cause had I known, I wouldn't have even bothered to come here. Am also sorry for ruining your suit which you seem to care so much for. If it pleases you, I might buy you a-" "Oh please. I bet your boyfriend's salary for a year can't even buy me the sunglasses I'm wearing." Curtis was pointing at Baison and then at me as he said this. "You people are pathetic." "Curtis!" it was Diana speaking. "Please, you've said enough." "It's fine, Diana. My boyfriend as your cousin puts it, and I will be on our way. But before I go, let me say something. Tonight has taught me never to judge a book by it's cover." "Whatever that means, I don't care. Just get lost already, will you?" Curtis sounded irritated to the core. "Why don't I just punch out your front teeth right now?" Baison angrily said. "I'd like to see you try." Baison attempted to lurch himself at Curtis but I held him back. "There's no need, Baison. Trust me," I said and took off my other heel so that both the broken and normal one were now in my hands. "Baison, let's go." Baison merely nodded and together, we shamefully left the hotel lobby. "You should have let me beat the shit out of that pompous idiot," snarled Baison as we headed to the parking lot. "Ali, I told you that man is not a good person." "Oh please, Baison. I don't remember you saying that. The last thing I remember is you saying Curtis's books are as boring as hell but I find them interesting though I doubt I'll ever read his work after what just happened back there. My God, the guy is rude that his rudeness' almost contagious. Who does he even think he is to say such trash about me? Hell, he doesn't even know me." "Just forget about that loser, Ali. You should simply move on with your life." "I think that's exactly what I'm going to do." Even though I was acting this unfazed by what had just transpired, deep down I was hurting. I had always wanted to meet Curtis and at least get his autograph but both those wishes were now a thing of the past. The bastard's words had gotten to me pretty bad and I didn't know what to do to shake them off. We were at the parking lot when I heard someone calling out my name. "Alicia! Wait up." Baison and I turned in unison just to see Diana headed our way. In her hands were two copies of Curtis' latest novel. "What do you want?" Baison asked Diana, not bothering to be polite at all. "I'm here to apologize on my cousin's behalf." "There's no need for you to do that. Your cousin's an adult and I assume he knows exactly what he's doing so there's no need for-" "Baison!" I cut him short. "Let Diana speak." Baison opened his mouth as if to say something but shut it again. Diana was pleadingly saying, "Alicia, I know you didn't spill that drink on Curtis on purpose, it was an accident. I'm not going to justify Curtis's reaction but I'll assure you of one thing, that's the first time he was that rude to his fans." "Point of correction," geez, Baison just couldn't seem to keep his mouth from yapping, could he? "There's only one fan here and that's Ali. And then about your cousin being rude for the first time, I can tell from your tone that's a rehearsed line. How many people have you fed that lie to so far?" "For a man, you do have a sour tongue," sighed Diana. "Anyway, Alicia, I just wanted to hand you these books. Take them as a gift from me for spending some time with me and also as an apology for Curtis's hurtful words towards you." "You seem like a nice person, Diana. I'm really grateful for the books." I got both copies and opened one to the first page, there was Curtis's signature on the inside of the front cover. Diana smiled. "You got your autograph." "Thanks." she and I shared a brief hug. "I'd like to have your line," Diana offered. "I'd I've loved go give it to you but I just can't." Baison hadn't come with his car to the hotel as apparently he'd been low on gas. So this found him driving my Spacio, headed to my place. The drive home was characterized by awkward silence and I don't know if it was the cocktail at work or what but I began recalling all that I'd gone through in the past 11 years. From the divorce, to the fleeing of my ex husband with my child to my sister's death and then to the embarrassing moment I'd just experienced at the hotel. All this left me in tears. I was sobbing loudly. Why was my life such a mess? My love life to be precise, why was it so bittersweet? When Baison noticed my tears and heard my sobs, he parked by the roadside. "Ali," he cupped my face and looked straight into my eyes. "What's eating you up, huh? Don't tell me it's that Curtis." "My life's a mess," I blurted out. "What do you mean?" Yes Baison and I were friends but he knew nothing about my past but tonight, I was so sad I ended up pouring all my problems out to him, re-opening my wounds which had been almost healing. The only thing I hid from Baison was the fact that Faides wasn't my biological daughter. This truth wasn't relevant to him anyway. "No man should do that to their wife," was the first thing Baison said when I was done telling my tale. "Ali, I'm so sorry Bob did all that to you. I'm now guessing that's the reason you've built a wall round your heart and have shunned love. Ali, you've moved on with your life and I believe you should completely let go of the past. By this I mean you should fall in love and be happy." "I'm guessing you suggest I fall in love with you?" "No, Ali. That's not what I'm saying. There's no way you can choose whom to love so it's fine if you don't feel the way I feel about you. I'll tell you something that I last told someone years ago. I love you." I wasn't taken aback by Baison's confession. I'd seen it in his eyes that he was falling for me but to me, he was only a friend and I wasn't seeing myself falling in love with him anytime soon. "You don't need to give me a response," said Baison hurriedly. "I can wait. I'm that patient." "Sshhh," I placed a finger on his lips and then out of a feeling of obligation, I planted my lips on his. Baison let me kiss him for half a minute before pushing me off him. "We can't do this, Alicia. You're currently experiencing mixed emotions and I don't wanna take advantage of that. Believe me I don't always fantasize about sex." "I'm sorry," I raked a finger through my Afro wig. "I shouldn't have kissed you." "It's fine," he revved the engine. "Let me take you home, it's been a long night." . Three weeks past without Baison ever asking for a response from me though I felt guilty of maybe leading him on. To be honest, I didn't love the guy one bit. Well all in all, my life was moving at a normal pace with me going for work, hanging out with Faides and Monde and attending social gatherings. And then what shocked me the most was that I had managed to finish reading Curtis's novel, after Monde had convinced me of course. We had been at Melissa shopping mall when Monde had said, "Alicia, the book you handed me, it's Curtis's best book so far. I just couldn't seem to put it down at all. It was so refreshing to read such a fine piece of art." "Good for you," I had nonchalantly told Monde. "I'm even shocked my copy of the book hasn't hit the trash bin yet, Monde." "I know his words had hurt you, bae, and I understand. But maybe his cousin had been right. From what you had told me, the guy could have been having an episode or something. We all have our own issues, don't we?" And that's how I ended up reading the book but that didn't mean I wasn't still mad at Curtis. What had amazed me the most was that in the novel, the lead couple consisted of a policewoman and a writer. I'd laughed my lungs out at the thought of Curtis and I developing a romantic relationship. That was obviously impossible. We were so different in character and thus were worlds apart. Curtis aside, I was going home one night from work at past 23:00hrs when I found a BMW parked in the middle of the road, blocking my way. I got out of my car and went to check what was going on. There was no one in the car. Puzzled, I glanced around and only saw bushes almost everywhere. I got my flashlight and lit it, in the other hand was my pistol. "Hello, anybody out there?!" I saw some bushes ruffle and I immediately headed towards the spot, flashlight still on. There was a pathway which I followed and the scene it led me to left me shocked, disgusted and then infuriated!

What did he do

What is it again this time around

Owh nice.next pls

What that ?

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 13. Heartless are those men who deem women sex objects. On a clearing, which is simply a patch of dry land inside a bush or forest, I saw two men pinning a woman down. One of the men had his shorts and boxers pulled down that all his assets were exposed. The lady lay back down on the clearing while both men pinned her down. She was trying her best to break free but they overpowered her and she couldn't scream for help as her mouth was covered. No sooner had I arrived at the scene and illuminated it with my flashlight than the two men let go of the woman like they'd just been pricked with sharp pins. "Raise your hands, you filthy morons!" I was pointing a gun at them as the woman made it to her feet, sobbing. She adjusted her dress and hurriedly came to hide behind me. I hadn't even gotten the chance to see her face as her weave had been covering it. "Both of you will turn around as I handcuff you. For the record, you are under arrest for attempted rape. Muzakambila kusogola ba swine imwe(you'll get a chance to speak from where we are going, you swines)." I got handcuffs from my pants and as I was about to cuff one man's arm to the other's when one of them abruptly turned, catching me offguard and punching me in the face. I felt blood sputter out my nostrils. The guy who had hit me attempted to flee but I shot him on the calf. The other guy seemed too scared to move and that's how I ended up handcuffing both men. I led them towards the road as I hurled insults at them and threatened to shoot both of them dead if they dared try anything funny. The guy I'd shot was limping but I didn't care one bit. I wiped the blood off my nose and heard the woman I'd just saved sob, "Tha.. Thanks, officer." I diverted the flash light toward her. "It's alrig- Diana?" her weave was no longer in her face. She sniffed. "Yes. Do I know you?" We had now reached the roadside and were now approaching both the BMW and my car which were parked in the middle of the road. The guys I'd caught were an inch in front of us, my gun pointing at their heads. "It's me, Alicia. The girl you met at Protea Hotel, remember?" "OMG, how can I ever forget you? Wait a minute, what are you doing here dressed as a- No way, you're a policewoman?!" "Yes, Diana. And these bastards are going to pay for attempting to molest you." "Thank you very much, Alicia. I'm-" "Oh come on," snapped the guy I had not shot. "My friend's shot and you two are here having a nice reunion? Come on, the dude needs to see a doctor!" "If you don't shut up, I'll blow your brains off!" I sternly warned. I said to Diana, "You'll have to come with me to the police station and give a statement. Don't worry, it's just a procedure and all." "Of course I'm coming, Alicia. If it hadn't been for you, only heaven knows what these hooligans would have been doing to me at this juncture." After parking my car by the roadside, I gave my mechanic a phone call and asked him to come collect it and also told him where he'd find the keys. I was only going through all this trouble cause I didn't want the culprits to attack me if I was the one driving them to the police station in my car thus Diana drove us to the police station as I sat in the backseat with the guys and kept watch of them. I gave Helen the police officer who was on duty with Mr. Sibajene tonight a call. "I should find a doctor." "Why?" she inquired. "Helen, quit asking irrevelant questions and do as I say ai?" Our police station had it's own doctor. When we arrived, the doctor was already there and he immediately began tending to the injured guy's wound. I locked the other one in a cell. "You can now give the police officer your statement," I told Diana who was at reception. "Don't you work here?" she asked. "Yes I do, why?" "I'd feel more comfortable giving my statement to you." "I'd I've loved that, Diana. But I'm sadly not on duty so you have to give your statement to Officer Sibajene. Don't worry, as I said earlier, it's just procedure." Diana sighed. "If you say so." she approached the desk and I followed suit. Sibajene said, "Your name, please." "Diana. Diana Maliti." Sibajene was jotting something in a notebook. "Yes, Ms. Diana. You can go ahead and give me your statement." Diana took a deep breath. "I.. I was going home from a friend's place. I know it was really reckless of me to drive at such a late hour but I didn't want Curtis to spend the night almost alone at home as it's just him, the maid and I at home." "And who is Curtis?" "Oh, he's my cousin." "Okay, go on." "So as I was driving down a lonely road, two men out of nowhere appeared in the middle of the road. I had to hit emergency breaks that I ended up almost hitting my head on the steering wheel. The two men had large pieces of wood in their possession and one of them pulled my car door open as it was unfortunately unlocked. Then the men instructed me to give them all the money I had. I tried to get the money from my purse but realized I'd forgotten it at my friend's place. That's when all hell broke loose," she paused to catch her breath. "They said they wouldn't go away empty handed so I'd pay for wasting their time and energy and I didn't know what they meant not until they dragged me out of the car into the bushes where they attempted to gang rape me. I'd even lost all hope when Alicia here showed up and saved the moment. She has saved my life and I'll be forever grateful to her." Not knowing what to say, I patted Diana's back. "I think that's all I need. Thanks for your corporation, miss." said Sibajene. "It's my pleasure," Diana sniffed. We left Helen and Sibajene at the desk and went to sit on a bench. It was past midnight. "I can take you home," I offered. "I just can't let you go on your on." "I can't even muster such courage, Alicia. All this has me shaken up that I can't believe what's just happened. About taking me home, thanks but I'll just give Curtis a call. You've already done more than enough for me tonight. Besides, you'd have to spend the night at my place cause there's no way I'm letting you go home alone." I flashed Diana a genuine smile. To say I adored her sense of humour would be an understatement. "And I insist on taking you home cause I don't mind spending the night there. Furthermore, I don't want you to put your cousin through the trouble of driving here. I suggest we get going right away." "Yes, officer. Your wish is my command." She and I burst out laughing and I bid both Helen and Sibajene goodbye. Diana was behind the wheel and I was seated beside her, en route to her place. I decided to give Mule a call and tell her not to wait up for me. "So you're not coming home, madam? What should I tell Faides tomorrow when she asks about you?" "You won't have to tell her anything cause I'll be back before she wakes up. Bye." "I'm guessing that was your house help," said Diana knowingly. "Yeah. She's really concerned about me." "Thank God for her." "I do. And oh yeah, you'll have to testify against those bastards, in court." "I'd do that gladly, trust me. Anytime, any day. As long as those bastards pay." "And they will." Diana then gave Curtis a phone call using my phone as hers was apparently in the purse that she'd left at her friend's place. I was shocked to learn Curtis and Diana lived in a mini mansion in Northmead, not far from my place. Once we were on the front porch of the house, Diana rang the doorbell and it was Curtis who opened the door, clad in pajamas. "Dee, what took you so-" he broke off after seeing me. A frown formed on his face. "What's she doing here? Isn't she the lady that poured cocktail all over my suit about three weeks ago? I know I was mean to her but why's she here dressed like a police officer? What a dumb question to ask. I'm guessing she is indeed a police officer and is here to arrest me. Dee, do you seriously hate me this much that you'd bring a police officer to my house?" "Jesus, Curtis," Diana said in an almost inaudible tone. "You're embarrassing me. First let us in and then I'll explain how come Alicia's with me at this awkward hour." "Pardon my ill manners," Curtis sighed and stepped aside. "You can both come in." "Thank you," I sheepishly said. We all went in and I was ushered to the living room. Well, what do I have to say about the decor? It was on point! I loved everything about that house even though I'd literally been to only one room. "What shall I offer you?" it was Curtis asking me. "Coffee. One teaspoon of sugar, please." "Noted." He disappeared to the kitchen and came back minutes later with three mugs of coffee on a tray. He handed me one. "Thanks." "You're welcome." Curtis sat beside Diana while I was seated on a one-sitter couch. "Dee, my ears are currently itching to hear what's going on." Diana narrated everything and she narrated it so well that she painted me a heroine. When she was done, Curtis swallowed. I could see shame and remorse written all over his face. I didn't need to be a genius to know what he was going through mentally. I could sense an apology coming my way and I had to brace myself cause I honestly didn't know if I would forgive him for humiliating me like he had done at his book opening.

OK,,, is Curtis laying ambush dia?

u have a long way to go Alicia.... with Curtis

i think was on a bad mood that day u pour a cocktail on him

sooner or later you will fall inlove with him

Next

next plz

ride on

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . Chapter 14. Do not judge a book by it's cover. Curtis was shifting uncomfortably in his seat and I in turn kept my eyes fixed on him as I sipped on my coffee. Diana on the other hand winked at me without Curtis noticing. I got her message and smiled. It was obvious her wink meant, 'he's trying his best to swallow his pride and thank you and then apologize to you.' Curtis emptied his mug of coffee and then dumped it on the small glass table beside his couch. He then ran a hand through his hair. "Dee, how sure I'm I the story you've just told me is legit? How do I know you and this woman are not in cahoots cause it seem like you're getting along more than fine." "C'mon, Curtis, would I be as insensitive as to lie about something this serious? If you don't believe I was almost gang raped and it was Alicia who saved me then go over to Emmasdale Police Station where I've left a statement." I saw Curtis swallow. What an arrogant jerk, I inwardly said. Can't believe he just can't muster the bravery to thank me and apologize for his rudeness three weeks back. I liked to believe he owed me an apology. "Your name's Alicia, right?" he begun, looking at everything present in the room but me. I merely nodded. "Well, I'm grateful you went through the trouble of saving my cousin. Honestly speaking, I don't know what I would have done had those low lives forced themselves on her. She's so sweet and is the only family I have so I guess saying thank you won't be enough but I'll go ahead and say it anyway, thanks a lot." See, are you dead now? I'm still waiting for my apology though. "It's fine, Mr. Maliti. As a police officer, it's my duty to serve and help this country. That's called patriotism." "Yeah but it's not all police officers who are as patriotic as you're so thanks once again." I shrugged and took another sip of my coffee which was now luke-warm. "You're welcome and it's my pleasure to help those in need of assistance." I feigned a huge yawn. "Oh Diana, I'm so tired right now. I think I need to be excused. Can you kindly show me where I'm spending the night?" Curtis hurriedly stared at Diana. His facial expression went like, 'She's sleeping here?!' Diana's, 'It's late, do you want her to go at this hour? C'mon, you can do better than this!' Curtis sighed and shifted his gaze toward me. "I'm happy to learn you're spending the night or morning since it's already past midnight. At least I'll feel at ease knowing we are doing something to show appreciation for your kindness." I didn't bother responding but just rose to my feet and dumped the almost empty mug of coffee on the table that was in the centre of the room. Diana stood too and adjusted her dress. She gestured towards what I guessed to be the hallway, "This way, please." We were in the doorway when I heard Curtis clear his throat. "Officer, there's something I-" "Pardon me, Mr. Maliti," I replied, not looking at him. "but I'm quite too tired so we'll talk tomorrow." Yes I was tired but not as much as I was claiming to be. This was partly a charade cause I wanted Curtis not to get an ounce of sleep. I wanted him to at least feel how I felt back then when he'd humiliated me. Diana ushered me to the guestroom and I thanked her. I wasn't shocked to see the extravagancy of the room. After all, this house was ravishing and so was everything in it. Fully dressed, I dumped myself on the bed and drifted off to lala(sleep) land. I woke with a start. Thinking I'd overslept. I sighed in relief upon checking the time on my phone, 05:34 hrs. I had one text from Baison, wishing me good morning. I opted not to reply cause if I did so, we'd end up texting each other for eternity. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the adjoining bathroom where I emptied my bladder. I went over to the sink to wash my face and saw a packet of new toothpaste and toothbrush. "Okay," I muttered under my breath, quite impressed. It was only after brushing my teeth and making the bed that I left the guestroom and went straight to the living room which was empty. An aroma of delicacies hit my nostrils and I followed it to the kitchen. I paused in the doorway upon seeing Curtis standing over the stove with an apron hanging from his neck, he was frying eggs. The lady I guessed to be the househelp was helping him with coffee. "Good morning." Both Curtis and the maid were startled. "Morning," said the maid sheepishly who hurriedly resumed what she was doing. "You're an early riser." Curtis smiled. I leaned against the doorframe and folded my arms across my chest. "As a lady, I ought to wake up early. That's tradition." "Don't let Diana hear you say that." "Why?" "She'll get hesterical and throw a tantrum. She really does hate the word 'tradition'. As I speak to you right now, she's cuddled up in bed and will only get out at midday." "She's spent most of her life in Europe so I'm not shocked." Curtis shook his head. "Not most of her life. Same applies to me. Alicia, we- is it alright if I call you Ali?" Baison's the only one who calls me that. "Yes, it's okay." "Cool. Ali, Dee and I were not born rich." "What do you mean?" "I'm sorry," he flipped an egg. "I don't think I can say, at least not just yet." When he was done with the eggs, I helped him set the table. Once we were at the dining table, Curtis suggested we start eating. I was starving so I went right ahead. "I'm sorry," said Curtis abruptly, causing me to almost choke on my toast. "For?" "The way I treated you at my book opening. I was so rude, I know. And that's why I'm sincerely apologizing to you, Ali. It's not that I'm only apologizing because you saved my cousin from getting molested last night, no. I'm apologizing because my conscience has been eating at me for the past three weeks. I was having a really bad night and it was utterly wrong of me to offload my garbage on you." "Was this apology rehearsed?" Now it was Curtis who almost choked on his coffee. "No. Why would you think in such a manner?" I shrugged. "Because it seems too perfect. Anyway, to err is human and to forgive is divine so yeah, I forgive you. But this doesn't mean we're best buddies now. I've got my own life to live and you've got yours so let's keep it that way." Okay my mouth was going to land me in trouble one of these days. I didn't even know why I was saying all this. As if to save me the awkwardness, Curtis only smiled and said, "Noted. And thanks for being so understanding." When we were done eating, I hinted at wanting to go home. Curtis suggested he gives me a ride but I declined. He insisted and I declined. After what seemed an eternity of insisting, I finally budged. Curtis drove me home and we made small talk. He parked in front of my gate. "I'm sorry but you cannot come in," I blatantly told him. "It's fine, I understand. You have a nice house, Alicia." "Thanks, Mr. Maliti." "The title 'Mister' combined with my surname makes me feel kinda old. Why don't you just call me 'Curtis'?" I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "Mr. Maliti's fine by me. Have a good day." and I stepped out of his car before he could reply. He waved at me and I didn't bother waving back so he just drove off. . "This temperature's killing me," groaned Baison. "Why can't it rain already? I'll go crazy if this heat keeps up." "And you think I'm feeling cool where I'm seated? My God, Baison, you whine all the time." Him and I were in day shift two days after Curtis had dropped me off at my place. I hadn't set eyes on him since and I didn't wish to. Diana had come over that evening though but I was fine with her. Baison and I enjoyed bickering and it was while we were at it when Curtis walked into the police station. He was wearing grey ripped jeans, a Manchester united t-shirt and dark sunglasses. His red snickers were on point too. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses. "Does this place look like a cemetry to you that you decide to come in with flowers?" said Baison rudely as soon as he noticed Curtis. Curtis ignored him. "Good afternoon, Ali. I was within so I decided to bring you flowers." he placed them on the desk. "You can thank me later. Have a nice day, both of you." and he was gone before I could say anything. "What was the meaning of that?" "Baison, I don't know ai." "He just called you 'Ali'. I'm the only one who calls you by that name. Wait a minute, are you sleeping with him?" I don't know what got into me but Baison's question earned him a nice hot slap. He held his cheek in pain. "What was that for?" "For indirectly calling me a whore. Baison, just because I slept with you doesn't mean I go around doing the same with every man that comes my way. You better grow up cause I might end up ending our friendship. Now I get why you have no friends except me." For the rest of that day, Baison was sulky and I couldn't care less. I wasn't one to tolerate being called a whore. Heaven knows I didn't brook such fiddle stick. A day later, I was still mad at Baison so I had changed shifts that he now worked with Helen and I with Sibajene. I was seated at home watching cartoons with Faides when Helen gave me a call. "Have you heard from Baison today?" she worriedly asked. "No, why?" "Because he hasn't turned up for work." "And you're only telling me this now? For crying out loud, Helen, it's past 19:00 hrs! Have you tried calling him?" "His phone's not going through." "Okay, I'll go over to his place and check on him. I'll keep you updated." "Thanks." "You're going out again?" Faides asked with puppy eyes. I knew she longed to spend time with me and I was really trying my best. "Yes sweety. But I'll be back before you know it." What I didn't know was that I wouldn't come back home that night thanks to the ugly scene that was waiting for me at Baison's place.

What did u see?

what was that?

and wat will dat be?

What that?

Wetin sele

What did u see??

I hope he didn't try suicide

I think basin is up to no good

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . Chapter 15. .........BAISON'S POV......... "You're our only son, thus the pressure we exert on you," said mum lovingly as she served me my supper. I was only 14 years by then and mum and dad had seen to it that I spent most of the time locked up in my room, studying for my grade 9 final exams which were due in a fortnight's time. Being an only child of my parents who were both doctors by profession wasn't a walk in the park. They wanted the best from me but I was unfortunately not as intelligent as they wanted me to be. "Mum," I groaned, dumping my science book on the bed. "I honestly don't get why you and dad are trying to live your lives through me." Mum's eyes went wide and she pursed her lips. It's like I'd just uttered a forbidden curse. "Make this the last time you're saying such, Baison Daka!" she sternly warned. "I'm your mother and won't take such insults from you. As your parents, your father and I only want the best for you so the least you can do is cooperate and appreciate our effort. Now eat your food before it gets cold." As soon as mum was out of the room, I begun eating the food. The meal was cholestrol free. To say I hated my life would be a massive understatement. I just didn't understand why my parents would decide to live my life for me. They literally dictated everything to me. That is the food I ate, the clothes I wore, what club to join in school and so on and so forth. "What's the meaning of this?" hissed Dad, my statement of result in his hands. "I tried my best, father." "You tried your best? Are you kidding me?! You scored 353, Baison. What school's going to admit you to grade 10?" I swallowed and felt tears sting my eyes. Dad was reprimanding me in front of the headteacher as we were in her office. "Mr. Daka," said Mrs. Mutale, the headteacher. "Your son hasn't failed so I don't get why you're this angry." "And who asked for your opinion? You said it, he's my son so I can speak to him however I please. If you're okay with your children not doing their best, that's your baby to nurse but please let me nurse my own child as best I can without you interferring." Trust Dad to make a fuss out of everything. Anyway, I was admitted to grade 10 at the same school and I continued my education. The pressure at home increased. Mum would say, "At your grade 12, please don't disappoint us, Baison." I would nod my head and say what she liked to hear. "I'll try my very best." "That's the spirit." I sat for my grade 12 exams and scored 15 points. "Not bad," was Dad's comment. "At least you can be enrolled into the school of medicine." All my life, I had lived in Chipata but at the age of 19, I found myself at UNZA studying medicine. I did well in my first year and found myself studying neurosurgery. My parents couldn't be more proud. To be honest, I didn't like the course one bit but still went ahead just to please my demanding parents. I was in my fourth year and was 23 years old when I met Doris Gondwe. All along, I was a loner who spent my free time locked in my room at the male hostels. I shared the room with a fellow student but him and I didn't get along fine. He came from a poor family and the dude harboured natural hatred for the rich so it wasn't my fault we weren't friends. So I was in town doing some shopping when Doris was accused of stealing. I was in the same shop and had seen the real culprit thus I came to the rescue and saved Doris the embarrassment. "I'm so grateful for your saving my neck back there," said Doris as we left the shop. "By the way, I'm Doris. Doris Gondwe." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Doris. I'm Baison Daka." I came to learn she was at UNZA too, in her first year. She was studying teaching. The irony was that I had always aspired to one day become a teacher. Anyway, things don't always go as we want them to. Doris and I became friends and we fell in love, at least that's what I believed. "Do you think what we are about to do is right?" I asked Doris who was half naked in my room. She and I had been making out and things had gotten this far. "Are you for real, Baison? We've been dating for over a year and by now we know we are in love with one another so let's just make love to show us how much we love each other." My heart was thumping I could almost feel it rip out my ribcage. This was the first time I was going to have sex in my life and I didn't want to tell Doris lest she look down on me. "You're right," I crashed my lips against hers. "Let's just forget about everything else and enjoy this moment." "Now you're talking." I was proud of myself as I didn't play amateur. In fact, I gave in my all and I could see the satisfaction written on Doris's face. "You're the best lover I've ever had," confessed Doris. I couldn't help but smile and be proud of my huge libido. It was because of my ecstasy that I didn't realize she'd just called me her 'lover'. "I'm pregnant." That was two months after I had had sex with Doris. She was in my room and was standing right in front of me with her hands on her hips. "But we only did it once, Doris." She tilted her head. "Don't insult my intelligence by calling me a slut, Baison. You banged me and now I'm pregnant so I suggest you deal with it." "Doris, I love you so I'm obviously going to marry you." "Are you telling the truth?" "Yeah." She flung her arms around my neck. "Now you're talking. Oh, how much I love you, Baison." . "There's no way I'll sit by and allow you to marry that piece of trash!" it was mum yelling. I'd taken Doris back home to Chipata with me and presented her before my parents as the woman I loved who was carrying my seed and whom I intended to marry. "Mum, lower your voice. Doris's just in the guestroom, she might hear you." "Let her hear me. I'll call a spade a spade and I'm telling you this now, Baison. That girl's a gold digger and am not welcoming her into this house, never! In fact, she should abort the bastard she's carrying!" "You heard your mother, boy." said Dad dryly. "Get that low life out of this house asap!" "Mum, Dad, sorry to disappoint you but I'm marrying Doris whether you like it or not, period!" "Do that and consider yourself dead to us," warned Dad with blazing eyes. "I'm not joking." "You can do your worst," I calmly said and walked out on both of them. Five months later, I was at the altar awaiting my heavily pregnant Doris. Today was my wedding day and I couldn't wait to marry the woman of my dreams. The church was packed with Doris's relatives and friends. Unlike me, she came from an extended family system while I came from a nuclear one thus it was only Dad and Mum present in the church. I was even shocked to see them here cause after their threats of disowning me and quit sponsoring my education, I wasn't expecting to see them here. Well, Doris never turned up for the wedding. Before I knew it, the church was literally empty as it was only the pastor, Mum, and I inside. "I'm sorry, son. But I think your bride has developed cold feet." the pastor patted my shoulder and left the church too. Mum approached me. "Can't believe you ruined our family for such a girl." That night as I was seated in my room trying Doris's phone for the millionth time that day, it finally went through. "Doris!" I exclaimed when she picked up. "Tell me you and my unborn baby are unharmed." "We're fine, Baison." "Then why didn't you show up for our wedding?" I wanted to know. There was a pause. "I'm sorry, B. But I couldn't take your parents' insults any longer and I couldn't picture myself taking them all my life." "But Doris, that's no reason for you to bail on me. At least think about the future of our unborn baby." "About that," Doris warily said. "The baby's not yours. I only pinned the pregnancy on you with the thought of getting married to you and living a life full of lavish but I was wrong. I'm sorry, B, for wasting your time. I really am." "Did my parents blackmail you to say all this?" I inquired, anger bubbling up within me. "No, they didn't. I swear on my late father's grave they didn't. I just can't take the insults, B. Besides, I just freed you from the burden of taking care of another man's child so you should be happy." All I said was, "I hope you rot in hell for doing this to me, Doris. I loved you but not as much as I loathe you right now. Go to hell, you class A bitch!" I hung up on her. That was the last time I heard from Doris. I packed my bags and left the house. It was because of my parents that my life was this messy and I wasn't willing to stay with them any longer. I went to Lusaka and joined the police force. I became a police officer six months later. Mum died a year later and I went to her funeral. She had apparently been suffering from chronic depression. "Come back home, son." said Dad pleadingly after the burial. "As far as I can recall, you don't have a son and I a father." That was the last time I had set my eyes on Dad nor spoken to him. I went back to Lusaka and led a lonely life till Alicia came my way. I gradually fell in love with her despite fighting hard not to cause I knew love brought too much heart ache. Anyway, I fell in love and I hopelessly did so. The sad part was that Alicia couldn't love me back and I couldn't picture my life without her by my side. What worth is a lonely life? A day after Alicia had told me off, I locked myself inside my house and got senselessly drunk. The beer gave me the courage to commit suicide so I went to my bedroom, opened my drawer and grabbed my pistol. "This is it, Baison. Safe trip to hell," I mumbled as I pointed the gun at my forehead and pulled the trigger.

Nice and interesting

na jass dey work so

your end is near

hmmmmmm,,,,, bcos u are loved back, u decided to kill urself???? wow!!! Dats sometin

baison just because someone does not return your love you killed yourself

bring it on

Hmmmm

Dis is sour love nt even bitter

What happened??

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . Chapter 16. ..........ALICIA'S POV......... Instinctively, I went to my room where I got my gun from it's hiding place. Call me insecure but I always felt safer with a gun in my possession. Since the weather was a bit chilly as it looked like it was about to rain, I grabbed a sweater from my closet which I slid into and left the house after bidding Mule and Faides goodbye. As I was leaving my compound, Diana was driving in. We had to stop our cars beside one another and roll down our windows. "Hello, Alicia." "Hi, Diana." "Seems I've got bad timing, not so?" said Diana. "You going out?" "Yes. Why, you wanna come with?" "If you don't mind." "Of course I don't," I honestly said. "I'm really in need of company. You know what, I suggest you park your car in my yard and then we can use mine." "That sounds like a great idea." After parking her car, Diana came over to mine and hopped in beside me. "So," she said as she fastened her seatbelt. "Where are we headed?" "To see a friend of mine, Baison." I ignited the engine. "Remember the dude who was with me at your cousin's book opening?" "The talkative one? There's no way I'd forget him." "Yeah, the talkative one. He's apparently playing drama queen." Diana and I arrived at Baison's place an hour later. The gate wasn't locked so I opened it and drove right in, then closed the gate again. Diana stepped out of the car and together, we approached the porch. "The house is not bad," said Diana thoughtfully. "Except that it's maybe a little too small." "The guy lives alone so I bet it feels like a mansion to him." "You have a point there." I rapped on Baison's door but there was no response. I knocked again. Nothing. "You sure he's in?" asked Diana who was hugging her arms, she was obviously starting to feel cold. "Yeah," I peeped through the keyhole. "There's a key in and that can only mean Baison's inside." "Try knocking again." "Sure, let me do that." I knocked again but there was no response. "You know what, Diana, I'm breaking in." "Oh my," she gasped. "Alicia, that's illegal." "Not when my instincts tell me there's something wrong going on inside. Move aside, please." I produced my gun and pointed it at the doorknob. I pulled the trigger. "That was easy," I smiled with satisfaction as I put my gun away and opened the door. "Let's go in, Dee." Diana was shaking vigorously as we stepped over the threshold. We went straight to the living room where we were welcomed by the stench of liqour and cigarette smoke. On the round glass table lay empty bottles of Black Label. "Baison!" I loudly called. "You in here, buddy?" "Alicia, let's get going, please. I don't know why but I've got this ominous feeling that-" her voice faded away as I wasn't listening to a word she was saying. I was instead already headed towards Baison's bedroom. "Don't leave me alone, Alicia! Wait up for me. This house is creepy!" Jesus, I thought. Can't she just shut up already? I liked Diana but now I was regretting bringing her with me. "Relax, Dee. The house isn't haunted." I was being sarcastic. Upon arriving at the threshold of Baison's bedroom, I was graced with a shocking and ugly scene. Baison stood before his bedside drawer with his back facing me. A gun in his hands and it was pointing at his forehead. Even as I rushed to retrieve it, Baison pulled the trigger. I froze, expecting to hear an earsplitting sound accompanied by the blowing off of brains but there was nothing. Baison pulled the trigger again, nothing happen. It was with a wave of relief that I realized it wasn't loaded. "OMG, dude!" I hotly said as I turned him to face me. "What do you think you're doing?" "Alicia?" his breath was that of stale beer and his facial expression was of one that's just seen a ghost. "What are you doing here? I thought I locked the door!" I could make out his words even though his speech was slurred. I grabbed the unloaded gun from his grip and tucked it behind my jeans. "Baison, were you trying to commit suicide?" "Suicide?!" it was Diana exclaiming in awe. She had joined us in the room. "Alicia, this is serious!" "Yeah, I know. Now answer me, Baison. Were you trying to commit suicide?" In response, Baison slumped to his bed and buried his head in his hands. He began sobbing. They say it takes a lot for man to shed tears and Baison was a macho man so there was definitely something wrong with him. "My life is a freaking mess! I just wanna end it, Ali. I just wanna die! Maybe that way I'll find love in the spiritual realm." I was about to say something when Diana shook her head. "There's something I've not told you, Alicia. I'm a psychiatrist. Not officially but I've been to Cambridge and I've studied psychology so I'll take care of this. Trust me. If you want to help then start by helping me talk him into having a cold shower." Talking Baison into having a shower wasn't easy but Diana finally convinced him. After he'd showered, he had a change of clothes and I prepared him coffee. As Baison sipped his coffee, Diana said, "Alicia, I suggest you give us some privacy. I need to have a serious discussion with Baison here, just him and I." I sighed in defeat and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I initially had thoughts of going to the living room to clean up but I ended up standing by the bedroom door, eavesdropping. Not that I had the habit but I just wanted to know why Baison who was full of life would out of the blue want to end his own life. Something was definitely amiss. "Baison, I'm Diana Maliti. A psychiatrist by profession and seeing as you just attempted to commit suicide, I think you might be in need of someone to talk to. Someone who can listen to you without judging you, I think you've found that person in me." Diana's voice was low but I placed my right ear hard against the door and closed the other one. Baison mockingly chuckled. "What makes you think I want to talk to anyone? Hell, who are you? I don't even know you and you think I'll tell you shit? Well, you're wasting your time." "What if I told you I was defiled by my own uncle when I was only ten years old? I was defiled and that shattered me to the core. I felt filthy and just as you did, I contemplated suicide but talking to a psychiatrist really helped and here I am today, telling my tale." "If what you said is true, your uncle deserves to be castrated." "Yeah, he paid for his deeds as he was imprisoned for defilement. He's in prison as we speak." "Wow, serves the pervert right. I'm sorry about the defilement though, nobody deserves to go through such at a tender age. Well, where do I begin....." Without my knowledge, tears rolled down my cheeks as Baison narrated to Diana how his parents had treated him, how he had been cheated by a girl named Doris, how he had left home and joined the police force up to how he had fallen in love with me. "But Alicia doesn't love me," complained Baison sorrowfully. "She never will. If I'm unlucky, she might even fall in love with the Curtis dude." "What makes you say that?" came Diana's voice. I decided I had heard enough so I hurriedly wiped my tears and rushed to the living room where I began cleaning up as Baison's sad life history replayed in my mind. The guy had really led a sad life and now I was contributing to it. But what was I to do about his love for me when there was no way I could love him back? Lead him on and then dump him at the last minute like Doris had done? There was no way I was doing that. When I was done cleaning, I phoned Helen and informed her Baison was okay. I also asked her to work with Sibajene and cover up for me promising I would work double shifts too. Helen was kind enough to accept. Drained, I dumped myself on the couch and fell asleep. . "I can guarantee the dude won't try to end his life again," said Diana wryly. She and I were on our way to my place and it was already morning. "I've talked to him all night long and I've gotta say, he's an easy person to talk to." "I'm glad to hear that," I said. "Might I ask the reason behind his attempted suicide last night?" Diana ruefully shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't tell. It's not professional for me to disclose information concerning my clients." "Jesus, Diana! You're not even officially a psychiatrist yet." I was teasing her. "I'll be one very soon," she chuckled. "Trust me. As I speak to you right now, Baison and I have appointments." "That's so thoughtful of you, Dee. I'm really grateful for your help. I don't know what I would have done had I lost Baison. He's talkative at times but I like him the way he is." "I can relate. And Ali, there's no need to thank me because I was only doing my job." . In the two months that followed, life went on just fine with Baison and Diana meeting up for sessions at Baison's and sometimes at Diana's. They were really becoming close. Curtis on the other hand was trying his best to make friendship with me but I was giving him a cold shoulder. I honestly wanted nothing to do with him on a personal level. I mean, the first cut is the deepest and the guy had been rude to me the first time I'd seen him so what was the need of getting close to him? I was coming home from work one evening when I found Curtis's car parked outside my gate, blocking my way. He got out as soon as he saw me. I got out too. "Mr. Maliti, how many times I'm I going to ask you never to come to my house? What do you want this time around?" "How many times do you want me to apologize to you, huh Alicia? For crying out loud, the cocktail incident happened three months ago so why can't you just bury the hatchet and forge ahead? I just wanna be friends with you, Alicia. Nothing more, nothing less." I opened my mouth to retort but Curtis scooped me off the ground and carried me over his shoulder. "Put me down you asshole!" I squealed, kicking the air. "Where do you think you're taking me?" Curtis dumped me in my own car and he sat behind the wheel, revving the engine and driving off. In a serious tone that sent chills down my spine, he said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to listen to what I've got to say, Alicia. You are fond of using the saying 'do not judge a book by it's cover' when that's exactly what you do when it comes to me. That ain't right, Alicia. It ain't so you'll shut up, relax if possible and listen to me as I tell my tale."

Interesting, but while take ur life, when u kn u can try in winning her love

This is serious... I hope he never succeed in killing himself

huh? Curtis is it by force?..... what do you have to say

What did you wanna say

no more a ghost reader

Diana and biason will make a good match

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 17. ..........CURTIS'S POV.......... The sun was high up in the sky, and the day was hot, as merciless as hell. With an empty bucket that had once occupied fritters, I trekked home from town. I was only 13 years old by then. I arrived home and sat on one of the Morris chairs. My stepmother from hell appeared. "Have you sold all my fritters?" No 'hello'? I noted. "Yeah," I groaned. She clicked her tongue as was her habit and extended her right palm. "Money, please." I wanted to say, 'as if I don't know that's why I'm still here. To act as your errand boy.' but that would earn me forced fasting for at least two days so I kept my mouth shut and just handed my stepmother Bester her money. She counted it as if her life depended on the counting. "A K2's missing." "I was thirsty, ma'am, so I bought water." She glared down at me. "The next time you spend my money without asking for my permission, you'll curse the day you were born, stupid boy." with that, she scuffled out of the living room. Sometimes I developed thoughts of maybe hitting her but I felt sorry for her especially now that she was pregnant. I shook my head in dismay and went to my tiny excuse for a bedroom where I sat on my worn out mattress and got a notebook where I began scribbling stuff. I always wrote down my emotions whenever I was feeling low and it kind of helped so I developed a habit of jotting down my feelings in a notebook. See I was an only child of a late woman who had died seconds after giving birth to me. For the first six years of my life, I lived with my dad who worked as a part time mechanic in town. Dad wasn't the best dad in the world but I wasn't complaining. And now things just had to get sour when he married the Bester woman. At first, she played a kind mum but became as wicked as Jezebel a few months later. She'd been mean for the next six years or so and now that she was finally pregnant, she became as mean as hell. At 13, I was luckily in grade 8 and at least dad made certain I attended classes and I'd be forever grateful to him for that. Well to cut a long story short, Bester gave birth to a baby boy and she continued treating me like trash for the next two years but I endured all that she was throwing at me because complaining to dad about her mistreatment had proved futile. "Be a man, Curtis. Men don't whine!" he would chastise whenever I tried to pour my heart out to him so yeah, I had no option but to endure Bester's wicked ways. I was 15 years old and in grade 10 when an accident occured at the garage where dad worked. He had been under a truck working on God knows what when the truck collapsed on him, killing him instantly. I was hurt to realize that I was now a double orphan but Dad's death didn't hurt me much because him and I had never been close anyway. But hell, I was going to miss the old man, he was my father after all. "I don't care what you have to say. All I know is that this Curtis child is leaving this house, period. He's not related to me so don't expect me to take care of a dead woman's child aini," it was the one and only Bester speaking. We'd just buried Dad and now there was a meeting between Bester and Dad's only surviving relative that I knew, his brother uncle Albert. Uncle Albert said, "As if I'd even leave him in your care, you Jezebel. Heaven knows how bad you've treated this boy but I can assure you God will punish you one day." "Whatever," Bester snapped. "You can take your precious nephew and get the hell out of my house. And by the way, your brother was as poor as a retard so there's nothing Curtis nor you is getting from this house. Everything in this house belongs to my son and I." "Yeah, you can keep all the little assets, madam." "Thank you. Now get out of my house, please." That's how uncle Albert took me in. He lived in a three bedroomed house in Luangwa with his 10-year-old daughter. Uncle Albert was kind enough to continue sponsoring my education. Since it was mostly only Diana, that's his daughter's name, and me at home, she and I bonded pretty quick and we became more friends than cousins. Well uncle Afred's career required him to leave town a lot so he was out of town when something tragic happened one night. I had gone out to buy some stuff at the market and had left Diana preparing supper at home. Yeah, she already knew how to cook in spite of her tender age. So whilst at the market, I met a friend of mine and as him and I were catching up, I lost track of time. It was past 21:00hrs when I finally went home and I was shocked to find Diana lying in a pool of blood on the living room floor, writhing and crying out in pain. "What.. What happened here?" I even dreaded asking the question as I rushed to pick Diana from the floor. "It was uncle Chanda," she sobbed. "He.. He forced.. himself on me." I felt my world come crushing down on me. How could her late mother's cousin do this to Diana? I rushed outside with Diana in my arms and hailed for a taxi. I then asked the driver to drive us to Kabwe Central Police Station where I lodged a complaint and then Diana was rushed to the hospital after that. When uncle Albert retained, he was furious! "I am utterly disappointed in you, Curtis. I left my daughter in your care and you let such a horrendous thing happen to her? I'll never forgive you for this. In fact, I want you to leave my house as soon as possible as seeing your face everyday might push me to do something to you that I might later regret." "But daddy, it wasn't his fault." defended Diana. "Dee," uncle took her hand in his. "It was his fault. So was it that Chanda's. I promise Chanda will pay for this even if that's the last thing I have to do in my life!" I left uncle's house with no money nor any plans of where to go. The next many months found me doing all sorts of piece work and I managed to rent a one roomed house and pay for my school fees. By the time I completed my grade twelve with satisfactory points, Diana had physically and mentally healed from the ordeal that she'd gone through two years back thanks to a psychiatrist she'd been seeing. Chanda was still missing in action and uncle Albert was still mad at me so he wanted to have nothing to do with me. A few months after I'd completed school, I heard they were hiring people to work in the mines in Mufulira so I grabbed the opportunity and went to Mufulira where I began staying. For the next 8 years, I worked in the mines and sustained a decent living. But in these eight years, I was no longer jotting down my emotions but writing a novel. I had a dream that I would one day publish it. Even though I didn't know how I'd do that. Even though I wrote about romance and mystery in the novel, my romantic life was pathetic as I changed girls like clothes. My good looks came as an added bonus. Speaking of changing girls like clothes, I met a girl named Lisa at a friend's party and she and I had a one night stand. Three months down the line, she informed me she was carrying my child. "Lisa," I said to her. "I'm sorry but I think the best option is to get rid of the child. I mean, you and I literally know nothing about one another, we are practically strangers! How are we going to raise a kid together? Besides, I'm not ready to become a father." "And I'm not ready to become a mother either, Curtis. So I guess abortion's the best option." "Thank you." My happiness was short lived as Lisa gave me a phone call to say she had decided to keep the pregnancy. "That's great, honey," I sarcastically told her. "But please count me out. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not having any baby so you'll act as both the baby's mother and father I guess." "I can do that." "Great." That was the last time I had heard from Lisa. A week after that phone call, I ran into Diana in town. She had grown so much that I hadn't recognized her not until she'd done so me. We ended up at my house. Diana told me that a lot of stuff had happened in the years that I had been away. That is, Chanda had been caught a year back and had been sentenced to 18 years in prison with hard labour and uncle Albert had died a few months after the sentence. I was sad on the uncle Albert part. "So who are you staying with?" I asked Diana. "My fiancée. I know that sounds weird seeing as I'm only 21 but hey, he's a white man and he's filthy rich. Plus, he's taking me with him to Britain. Aha, Curtis, I think you should come with me rather than working in the mines." Diana, her fiancée Wilson Rhodes and I left for Britain two months later. Life in Britain was fun and Diana and I lived it to the fullest. She began going to Cambridge to study psychology whilst I was hesitant to pick a course so I stayed home full time for the first year in Britain. Diana and Wilson got married two years after we'd gone to Britain. It was after they'd come back from their honeymoon in Rio De Jeneiro, Brazil, that Wilson came across my unpublished novel. "Are you sure you wrote this?" "Yeah," I cautiously nodded. We were all seated at the dining table having breakfast. "Why?" I asked. "This work is superb, Curtis. You'd make loads of money out of this." "Oh please, Wilson. That's just fluff, I suggest you just hand me back the notebook and forget you read anything written by me." "I'd like to read the book," Diana piped up. "You people know how much I love reading novels." Without my consent, Wilson went ahead and got my novel published. It was an instant hit. That's how I became an author of over 50 books in the next 10 years and oh boy were the books successful. In the 7th year of our stay in Britain, Wilson had succumbed to lung cancer and passed on, leaving Diana with literally nothing. He had been rich but had surprisingly left everything in his sister's name. "It's fine," Diana had said. "I never loved him anyway. Guess the bastard figured I was only using him. Screw that old son of bitch!" Three years later, Dee and I decided to relocate to our home country as I was now loaded with cash and with the research I always did, my novels would always be hits so we had no worries of running bankrupt. Besides, Dee had plans to start working as a psychiatrist as soon as possible. So a day after arriving in Zambia, I had a book opening. It was on that night that I discovered that Lisa had died a few hours after giving birth to my child ten years ago and no one knew the whereabouts of the child. Seeing as I so much wanted to correct my past mistakes, learning about Lisa's death left me so agitated that I ended up being rude to a fan just because she'd accidentally gotten my suit soaked with liqour. Now driving to only God knows where with Alicia beside me, I had plans of narrating my life history to her. To be honest, I was beginning to develop feelings for her and seeing her push me away each time hurt me to the core so I needed to tell her my tale maybe just maybe, she might understand I wasn't the rude jerk she perceived me to be.

LOL, do your best Curtis maybe her feelings for u will be revived... sorry for your losses though

U are de nigga dat got lisa pragnate. Fuck U^

Curtis wants to make his novel about a writer and a police woman come to reality

Curtis trust ME after tell Alicia your history she is going to hate instantly

Things are now getting complicated

Ride on

getting interesting

so u actually got Alicia's sister pregnant and abandoned her,,,,, Alicia will clap for u Curtis

i believe she will end up being with you. then curtis write up about him and a policewoman will come to reality

oh that means faides is your daughter curtis. i can't imagine how alicia will react to this

oh that means faides is your daughter curtis. i can't imagine how alicia will react to this.

Fantastic

Jesus Christ!! am connecting things here now, Curtis falling for Alicia while he earlier had abandoned her sister while pregnant.... that will give someone a heart attack

Hum u impregnate lisa....benson g.f

REPENTANCE wrote:

U are de nigga dat got lisa pragnate. F--k U^

LOL

REPENTANCE wrote:

U are de nigga dat got lisa pragnate. F--k U^

LOL

So Curtis is frankies dad......hmmm

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 18. ........ALICIA'S POV......... Some people are so full of themselves that I can't help but wonder what they think of others. Can you believe Curtis' audacity to drive my own car to only God knows where and order me to shut my mouth and listen to him tell whatever story he was brewing up in his cunning mind. "Stop!" Curtis hit the brakes upon hearing my shriek. "Alicia, didn't I ask you to shut the hell up?" "And who are you to order me around? You've been driving in circles for over thirty minutes so you'll tell me what you have to say or I'll use force and get back my car, trust me to do exactly that." "Okay," Curtis nodded as he slowly drove to a deserted playground. "We'll talk here." "Thank you. And you better make it quick cause the time's past 19:00hrs so my daughter Faides will start getting worried as to why I'm not home yet." Curtis just took a deep breath. "I wasn't born rich." "So?" "If you could be kind enough to shut up and listen to my story, I'd appreciate that." I rolled my eyes at him and clicked my tongue. "Cool, I'm giving you exactly ten minutes." "That's okay with me. So as I was saying, I wasn't born rich. I was......." Seconds turned into minutes which turned into an hour as Curtis told his story in detail. I was so speechless all along wondering how someone could endure all that he had gone through and still manage to forge ahead. Curtis was saying, "So the girl I had a one night stand with came to me three months later and informed me she was carrying my child. I told her to abort the baby and she agreed. Well, I don't know what changed but the Lisa girl gave me-" "Did you say her name was Lisa?" I blurted out, interrupting Curtis. "Yeah," brow furrowed, he said. "Why, do you know her?" Do I know her? I thought. The story you're telling is so connected to my late sister. No, this can't be. You can't be Faides' father. No way! "Know Lisa? Um, no. I thought I knew someone by that name but I'm mistaken. The Lisa I knew doesn't fit your description as she was happily married with four kids," I lied. "No. She ain't the one then. My Lisa wasn't married neither did she have kids. So as I was saying, Lisa gave me a phone call and informed me she was keeping the pregnancy. I was shocked and as I wasn't ready to become a father, I told her that was her baby to nurse and she said she was fine with playing both the baby's mother and father...." He went on and told me how Diana and him left Zambia for Britain. I was quiet all along as Curtis' story sank in. He told it so perfectly that before I knew it, he was giving a reason for his rudeness on the first night I had met him. "Ali, it shattered me to learn Lisa had succumbed to death a few hours after giving birth to my child. Do you know the irony of it all?" "No." I shook my head as tears welled in my eyes. I could see tears form in his too. "Ali, I never got the chance to know my mother as she had died seconds after bringing me into this world. But I at least had a father to look after me. How about my child, does he or she have a father figure? What sort of life does he or she lead? Is he or she happy? Is he or she still alive? All these questions almost send me insane, Ali. I think I can do anything just to get the chance to know my child. I want to make up for the lost 10 years, I really do." Never in my life had I thought I would find myself in such a complicated situation. Here was Curtis longing for his daughter when she was actually living with me. And all along I'd been wondering what to tell Faides regarding who her father was and now here he was, on a silver platter. But the question was, was I ready to tell Curtis that his daughter was with me or tell Faides that Curtis was her father? I don't think I was ready for such. "Curtis," I patted his hand. "I'm truly sorry for everything you've gone through." "So you can actually say my name?" "Mmmh?" "You just called me 'Curtis'." I couldn't help but chuckle. "I like your sense of humour, Curtis. I can't believe you can find the time to joke around when you've got such pressing matters at hand. I don't know what to say to comfort you but trust me when I say I know the feeling of not knowing your child's whereabouts. My only son has been gone for 11 years and I've never set my eyes on him neither do I know where he is." "That's sad, Ali. Do you want to talk about it?" "Maybe later," I said, wiping the single tear that had escaped my eyes. "Wow, guess we have something in common, neh?" Curtis said, starting the engine. Something in common? We have a lot in common! "Guess so." The drive to my place was awfully quiet. Curtis parked my car behind his once we arrived. "Alicia, do you still see me as a jerk?" "Not anymore, no." "Does this mean we're now friends?" "I'll think about it," I shyly replied, playing with my fingers. "My God, Ali. That's a line for teenagers. Anyway, I'll give you enough time to ponder things through." "That's so thoughtful of you." Once Curtis was gone, I drove into the yard and parked my car at it's usual spot. I then went into the house. "Mummy!" it was Faides rushing to hug me. "I missed you so much!" "I missed you too, baby. We'll talk later, huh? Let mummy take a bath first." "Okay." "Good evening madam," Mule greeted upon seeing me. "Evening, mule." I bypassed her and went straight to the bathroom where I soaked myself in hot and soothing water. I always did this whenever I wanted to think things through. But tonight my mind seemed clogged. So Curtis was literally my brother in-law? And he was also my daughter's father? Wow, what a small world we live in. After thinking for over thirty minutes, I finally came to a conclusion. I wouldn't just run to Curtis and blurt out Faides was his daughter. I didn't even know the guy one bit so there's no way I was including him in my daughter's life that easily. Yes I accept Lisa had carried Faides in her womb for nine months and endured labour pains for seven hours before bringing Faides into this world but I'd taken care of Faides for 10 years so she was my daughter. Mine and only mine, at least for now. I then also made up my mind to become friends with Curtis so that I could at least get to know him better. . It was morning and Faides was cuddled beside me. She had insisted on sleeping in my room and I couldn't help but feel touched by how much she loved and adored me. "Wake up, sleepy head," I nibbled at her ear. "You'll run late for school." "I don't want to go to school, mummy." "How will you become the pilot that you so aspire to be if you skip school, huh?" Faides groaned, yawning while stretching herself. She sat up in bed. "I had a dream." I sat up too. "Tell me about it." "I saw my daddy, but his back was what was facing me so I couldn't make out his face." I sighed upon recalling I now knew who her father was. Faides said, "Who and where is my daddy, mummy?" I wrapped a hand round her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. "What if I told you your father's abroad but he'll sooner rather than later come back?" "Are you telling the truth?" "Have I ever lied to you?" "No. That's why I love you. You're the best mummy in the world." "And you're the best daughter in the world now get up, go brush your teeth and prepare yourself for school." "Sure, mummy." . Later that day, Baison and I were at work as we were working during the day. Him and I were now back to being the best friends that we had always been now that he was smiling almost all the time. "How are your sessions with Diana coming along?" I asked him as I painted my fingernails. "They are coming along just fine. But I'm dreading the day they come to an end cause I'm growing fond of Diana." "That's nice to know. But you can always hang out with her even when you're done with the sessions, can't you?" "I guess so," said Baison nonchalantly. And then he muttered, "Speak of the devil..." I was forced to glance up just to see Diana walk into the police station with a carrier bag in her hands. She was all smiles and she looked dazzling in the pink floral knee length dress that she was wearing. "Hey, I brought you guys lunch. Hope you've not had it yet though." "You've got perfect timing," said Baison charmingly. "I'm starving!" "That's great then," Diana placed the food on the reception desk. "Hope you enjoy my home cooked meal." "Are you sure I'm meant to eat the food, Dee?" I teased her. "Whatever that is supposed to mean," she giggled. "You're safe to eat it." After we'd eaten and Diana was gone, Baison brought up a serious discussion. "Ali." "Yes?" "I've been meaning to tell you something." "Okay, I'm listening." "Diana's made me realize something," he cleared his throat. "I'm not in love with you, Ali. What I felt for you was sheer infatuation. You can rest assured I'm past it now." "This is wonderful news, Baison. I pray you find a lady who'll appreciate your love. I pray you find true happiness cause you deserve more than that." "Amen and thanks," he displayed his boyish smile. "Let's get back to work now cause I can see clients headed our way." His sarcasm had me stifling raucous laughter as a woman with a battered face walked into the police station with a young boy in her wake. . Three days later, I was home alone as Mule had gone to Mufulira to pay her mother and son a visit. Monde was hosting a sleepover for her daughter and that's where Faides was spending the night so 21:00hrs found me alone at home watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians. My phone rang and the caller ID depicted a private line. Skeptical, I still picked the call. "Yes?" "Alicia, it's Curtis. Dee gave me your line. So I just wanna know if you home." "Yeah, why?" "I'm outside, come open the gate for me." "Okay," I said as I got up and slid into my slippers. "I'll be right there in a minute." I was frowning as I adjusted my robe and opened the gate. Curtis drove right in and I closed the gate. "What are you doing here at this hour?" I asked Curtis as politely as I could as we went into the house. "You said you'd think about my proposal," he said. "I'm here to get my answer." "Oh, okay." I ushered him into the living room. He was about to sit but remained standing. I was about to ask him what was wrong when I saw him approach the small round table beside the T.V stand where I kept a photo of Lisa. OMG, had he seen it? Oh boy, shit just got real!

hmmmmmm,,,,

trust men,,,, dey are quick to pass blame and award judgement wen dey will totally forget wat dey did wrong

Hmmm explanation begins

I know he will some explanation from you

next am waiting

Oh my so is u??

chai.. oya continue oo

Shit just got real...lolzzz

Oh my

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 19. Curtis' back was facing me when he picked the photo and studied it. I was behind him so I couldn't see his facial expression nor the photo he was looking at. I swallowed and braced myself for the moment of truth. I didn't know if I was ready to come clean but I just had to brace myself. Maybe cook up a story? Yeah, I slyly thought. That's what I'll do. There's no way I'm letting Curtis know Faides is his daughter, not without knowing the sort of person he is first. "I'm guessing this little kid is the son you were talking about and this here is your husband." "Huh?" I couldn't fathom what he was talking about. Curtis turned and showed me the photo. "This is you son right? And this one here is you so I'm guessing this guy is your husband or maybe your baby daddy seeing as you've currently got no ring on your finger so you clearly are not married." I glanced at the photo for the hundredth time in seconds, not believing what I was seeing. How did a photo of Bob, Fred and I get here? The last time I'd checked, there was Lisa's photo on the exact spot where Curtis had gotten this one. And then realization hit me. Mule. My maid Mulenga had a habit of changing photos and the decor at large whenever she pleased. I remember chastising her over the same issue but now I couldn't help but feel grateful to her. She had just unknowingly saved my neck. "Um, yeah." I grabbed the photo defensively and placed it back on the table. "My son Fred was only seven when we took that picture. He's now 18." "He's now a man I guess. And the other guy in the pic?" "He used to be my husband." "Used to be," Curtis said as he took a seat, more to himself than me. "What happened, is he dead?" "Sometimes I wish he was," I sat on another couch. "but he's unfortunately alive. I'm not sure anymore though. Oh my, this is complicated. Anyway, him and I got divorced eleven years ago." "You wanna talk about it?" I sighed and hesitantly said, "Actually, yes. But before I do that, let me offer you something to eat. What shall I offer you." "Juice, please. Pineapple flavoured if you have any." "Let me check what I have then. "I casually said, springing to my feet. I then handed Curtis the DStv decoder remote control. "You can make yourself at home as I prepare something." I went to the kitchen where I poured 'Just' pineapple juice into two glasses. I had some Tennis biscuit in stock so I put them on a plate. I put everything on a tray and then went back to the living room where I placed the tray on the table. "That was quick," commented Curtis as he reached for his juice and grabbed some biscuits. "So, what's behind your sad face?" "Mmmmh? Oh, you mean the story behind mine and Bob's divorce? It'll just take me ten minutes." I got my juice and some biscuits too. "So once upon a time Bobby Chizinga and I were madly in love....." "He's a jerk," was the first thing Curtis uttered when I was done narrating my tale to him. "I think calling him a jerk is an understatement. The guy's a dog. The biggest of them all." Curtis chuckled and shifted to where I was seated. "You are crying." "I am?" I hadn't realized I was until Curtis mentioned. "Why wouldn't I cry, Curtis? Bob and Angie literally kidnapped my son. I only thank God Bob left me pregnant cause heaven knows I wouldn't have forged ahead had it not been for my giving birth to Faides." I couldn't believe I'd just told a white lie. "Ali, I believe everything happens for a reason." "You're right. I'm glad I got to talk to someone. It's feels like a load has just been lifted off my shoulder." "Dee always says talking is the key," said Curtis cheerfully. "Now let me wipe those tears off your pretty face cause they are acting as a hindrance to your beauty. Unlike John Legend, I don't lie so please don't cry cause you don't look good when you're crying." His last sentence had me smiling sheepishly as he wiped my tears with his too gentle hands for a man. "And you've got bits of biscuit on your lips, let me get em' off," said Curtis mischievously and catching me offguard, he planted his lips on mine. My mind instantly went blank. Curtis' lips explored mine and I got so into the kiss that with each passing second, it intensified. It had been long since a man had made me feel like a woman. Bob had been a master at doing so. As the kiss got more intense, I felt my knees buckle and emotions that I knew I wasn't supposed to be feeling began to awaken. That's when I impulsively pushed Curtis off me, wiping his kiss off my lips using the back of my right hand. "What was that for?" I hotly asked him. "I am.. I'm sorry for stealing a kiss from you, Ali. That was so unlike me. I just got carried away I guess, I'm sorry once again." "It's fine. But this mustn't repeat it's self, please." "With how soft and tasty your lips are, I don't think I'll be able to hold myself from kissing you. To be honest, the kiss we've just shared awoke feelings in me that I didn't even know existed." "How many ladies have you fed this lie to?" A frown formed on his face. "The problem with you Ali is that you think too lowly of me. I'm not a cassanova anymore and neither am I a liar so please stop making me feel like one." "I'm sorry if I offended you, that wasn't my intention. And not to be rude but I don't feel comfortable sitting so close to you so-" "Yeah, I get it." Curtis went back to where he had been sitting. He grabbed the last piece of biscuit that had remained on the plate as the juice was now a thing of the past. "So concerning our becoming friends, what have you decided?" "I think there's no harm in us becoming friends," I leaned back in my seat, studying Curtis' face. He was so cute and the kiss I'd just shared with him made me feel insecure. Honestly speaking, I didn't know if I would resist his charm for much longer. Curtis was wearing a broad smile. "I also think there's no harm in that. I think you're a wonderful woman, Alicia, and I just want to get to know you more so there's no need for you to fear me. I don't eat people, do I? So now that we're officially friends, for starters, I'm sleeping over." "No you're not, why would you do such?" "Because I want you to be around as I start writing my next novel. Your story has inspired me so much that I think I'd spice it up and edit it here and there and boom, we have ourselves a romance novel with a touch of suspence and mystery here and there," he paused to catch his breath. "Ali, go bring me a notebook and pen." . It had been two days since Curtis had spent the night at my place and I was proud of myself as nothing intimate had happened between him and I, I had seen to that. After Curtis had left the following morning, I had done a photo cleaning. By photo cleaning I mean I had ridden my house of all photos of Lisa and hidden them in a safe place. At least now I would rest assured knowing Curtis would not find out Faides was his daughter any time soon. Today, I got back from my night shift as exhausted as hell, took a shower and then a nap. It was past 14:00hrs when I finally woke up. Faides was seated beside me, she had obviously been watching me sleep. "It's not right to be this obsessed with someone," I sweetly told her. "I know you've been watching me sleep." "Actually, yes." she giggled. "But I've not been doing that for long as I had company." "Company?" I immediately sat up in bed. Mule wasn't yet back so what company was Faides talking about? "Was it uncle Baison?" "No, mummy. But you're almost there, it was an uncle. Now please guess the name." "Faides, you know I'm not good at guessing so please just tell me." "Come on, just one try, mummy." "Will you tell me the name or not, huh Faides?" I irritably said in a sharp tone. "Okay. It was uncle Curtis. He's a nice uncle, I like him." Curtis? What time had he even come to my house? "Faides, how many times I'm I going to tell you not to let strangers into the house?" "But mummy, I've seen him with you a couple of times so he's not a stranger. Besides, he was kind enough to bring you flowers and some chocolates for me." "And you got the chocolates?" She shrugged. "He brought my favourite saying Dairy Milk's is his favourite too. I don't see any harm in me getting chocolate from your friend." "You don't see any harm?" I was on the brink of yelling. "Faides, I'm your mother and you'll do as I say. First of all, never get nor eat stuff without my consent and never should you stay in the company of a man in my absence." "But mummy-" "No ifs and buts, young lady. Have I made myself clear?" "Yes, ma'am." I could tell Faides was mad at me but I didn't care. As in, hadn't Diana been defiled by her own uncle at the age of ten? I'm not saying Curtis is capable of such but hey, prevention is better than cure, not so? Plus I was feeling insecure knowing Curtis and Faides had been having a good time whilst I was sleeping. I don't know where I got the paranoia from but I feared if they spent more time together, Curtis might figure out Faides was his daughter and then what would I do? "Before I forget," said Faides, disrupting my thoughts. "Uncle Curtis said that I should wake you up at 14:30 and tell you to prepare yourself and me as he's coming to pick us up at 16:00hrs." "And take us where?" She shrugged. "I don't know. And oh, your flowers are in a vase on the dining table." with that, Faides walked out of my bedroom. So Curtis had plans of taking us out? Well, I hadn't burgained for such so my mind hurriedly brewed something up. I told Faides to take a shower and get dressed, I did the same too. Faides had been hinting at wanting us to go and buy her this new dress that she had seen in Edgar's so I told her that's where we were headed. So excited was Faides that she forgot all about Curtis coming to pick us up and she forgave me for reprimanding her back at home. I put my phone on flight mode as Faides and I shopped as I knew Curtis would definitely give me a call after finding no one at my place. After we were done shopping, I took Faides to the Cinema where we watched a movie. After the movie I drove around in circles that it was almost 20:00hrs when I finally decided to head home. I was driving at top speed as Faides loved it whenever I was cruising my car and I was in the mood to please her today so yeah, I was driving a bit too fast. "Mum, I'm having trouble opening this bottle of Fanta," pouted Faides. Unfafazed, I said, "You can have the juice at home, baby. Besides you've had way-" I didn't get to finish my sentence as a figure materialized in the middle of the road. It had literally appeared out of nowhere and it was standing there, fixed on the spot. I hit the brakes but it was quite too late. I had just run over a man. Faides screamed and so did I. "Stay here," I was shaking from head to toe as I told Faides this. "Don't come out, okay?" She frantically nodded her head. As my car was no longer in motion, I got out. The man I had just hit was lying on the tarred road with his face facing down. The headlights were illuminating him so I had to turn him in a bid to see if he was seriously injured. With all the courage I could muster, I turned the man so that we were now face to face. "Jesus, I know this guy," I muttered to myself, taking a few steps back and shocked to see who it was. "Oh God, I hope he isn't dead."

Catch uuuu

Following.

I hope he is not dead

lets see what happen to the man

who's the man you knocked down?

hope d guy is not Bob, Ur ex? bcos I know he can never leave a good life after wat he did to u

who was that

I guess it's d guy u settled his bail, who will end up being ur missing son...

I just hope its not bob or fred or the guy u arrested at the club

Hope it's not Bob

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . Chapter 20. "Doctor, how is he?" "He's stable now so he'll be moved to a ward where he'll be under observation for the next 24hrs," said the fat female doctor assuringly. "Must I be worried about a concussion cause I could see he had sustained some head injuries." "No, Ms. Alicia Zulu. The guy you identified as Logan Meleki will be perfectly fine. The only problem is that he broke his right leg so he's going to need a crutch or maybe crutches but other than that, he'll be fine. You can go see him now even though he's sedated." "Thank you, doctor. I'm really grateful nothing serious happened to him." "As a doctor, it's my duty to work hand in hand with God so that we can save lives. Now please cheer up and go home to get some rest if possible, you look exhausted and dehydrated. I think you really do need ample rest." "I'll do exactly that, doctor. Thanks once ag-" "Doctor Kalutwa," a nurse came rushing towards the doctor. "We've got an emergency in the ER, you have to come check the woman up asap!" The doctor flashed me a wry smile. "I gotta take care of this." I slowly opened the door to Logan's ward and it didn't squeak. I had taken Logan Meleki to a private hospital after getting a police report from my police station. Baison being on duty had really come in handy today cause all I had done was give him a call and the report was done by the time I arrived. I had then driven Logan to the nearest private hospital. I know I had only set my eyes on the Kenyan guy about once or twice but there was no way I was forgetting a person whom I had arrested and then bailed out using my own money. Now the guy lay on a hospital bed looking frail and helpless. What baffled me the most was how and why he had materialized in front of me so suddenly whilst I was driving home. Oh God, was he trying to get himself killed? I sat beside his sleeping form and watched the young man that lay unconscious before me. I could tell life had been tough on him. I slipped his hand into mine, "Hey, buddy. I'm quite drained so I have to go home. But I promise I'll be back tomorrow morning to check on you. Sleep tight." I rose and left the hospital. I got into my car and started the ignition. It would be only me at home today cause I had given Monde a call as soon as Logan had been taken to the Operating Room and she had come to pick Faides. "I am scared, mummy," Faides had said, "Do you think that man will survive?" "By God's grace, yes he will. Now go with aunt Monde and make sure you do as she says. Be a good girl, okay?" "Yes mummy." "Are you sure you don't want to go home and freshen up? You can then come back later at least by then they'd be done operating on him," said Monde, concerned. "It's alright, boi. I'll go mad if I go home without knowing Logan's state. Trust me I'll be fine here." "If you say so. I pray he survives the operation though." "That's exactly my prayer, Monde. I don't think I would be able to deal with the fact that I've killed a man," I sighed and covered my face with my palms, shuddering at the thought of being called a murderer. "Oh God, let him survive." "Amen," said Monde before holding Faides by the hand and leaving. I closed my eyes and then opened them, I was really drained but I just had to drive myself home and get some rest so that I'd be fresh enough to handle whatever drama or scene would come my way the following day because lately, my life seemed to be full of drama and ugly scenes. As if to add to my exhaustion, Curtis just had to be waiting for me outside my yard. More drama! "No, no, no! Tell me I'm dreaming," I hit my steering wheel in frustration after parking my car behind Curtis'. "Is this guy for real? It's almost midnight for Christ's sake!" "Are you coming out of the car or not?" Curtis curtly asked me, he was now standing outside my car, peering down at me. I groaned and got out. "What do you want?" "Didn't Faides tell you I was coming to pick you guys at 4pm? Ali, you decided to take Faides and leave, put my line on blacklist and then you decide to come back home at quarter to midnight? What game are you playing, Alicia? Why do you treat me this unfairly? I'm honestly growing tired of this your attitude. You think the world revolves around you, don't you?" "Are you done? If that's all you wanted to tell me then you can now take you leave, Curtis. As it is, I've really had a rough night so please spare me your rants." Curtis scowled. "I'm not leaving till I get an explanation cause you owe me one." The guts on this man! "Curtis, you are not my boyfriend neither are you my father so if my memory serves me right, I owe you nor no one an explanation so please get the hell out of here!" Curtis abruptly caught my arms and pinned them behind me, he pushed me against my car. "I told you this and I'm telling you again, you owe me an explanation. I can't wait for you for over seven hours and then just leave, I'd be insane to do that. So madam, start explaining cause I'm waiting." "You really want an explanation?" I glared into his eyes. "Then you're getting one. Firstly, I'm not comfortable with you playing father figure to my daughter cause she's got me and you ain't her father so-" "Jesus, Ali! Where's all this insecurity coming from? I only brought Faides a chocolate and had a little chat with her. That doesn't mean I'm trying to play father figure, does it?" "Will you let me finish? As I was saying, I'm not for the idea of you playing the role of my daughter's father nor you taking both of us out so I opted to leave the house before you arrived. Do you know where that landed me? Trouble, Curtis, trouble!" I was now yelling. "I ran over a man on my way here and now he's in the hospital. As you can see Faides is not even with me as she's sleeping at my friend's place tonight. Right now, I'm really tired and all I wanna do is rest so please grant me that wish by evaporating off my premises!" "Wow, Ali. I'm... I don't know what to say. I didn't know things are this serious. I'm really sorry about the man you ran over though. But look at things this way, had you not tried to play hide and seek all this wouldn't have happened." "Yeah but it has happened," I hissed. "Now let go of my arms cause I want to go into my house and have some rest." "I'm going in with you." "In your dreams," I scoffed. "Just leave already, Curtis! Holy cow, stop acting like a parasite already." Curtis let go of my arms. "We aren't done talking." I didn't reply but just clicked my tongue and got into my car so I could reverse and give Curtis enough space to get his sorry self off my property. . "Logan, will you tell me why you were trying to get yourself killed last night?" It was morning already and luckily Logan Meleki had regained consciousness. I had just fed him some light food I'd brought him when I decided to ask him why he had jumped right in front of my car the previous night. "What gives you the idea I was trying to get myself killed?" Logan retorted. "Oh please, don't tell me you hadn't seen my car before jumping right in front of the road. Don't worry, I won't judge you so please just come clean." "Okay," said Logan defeatedly in a low tone. "You're right, I was trying to get myself killed. My life sucks, officer." "Everyone's life sucks at one point in time but if we all resort to suicide when that happens, wouldn't the human race be extinct by now?" "You have a point there, officer. But I believe your life doesn't suck as much as mine does. Anyway, you won't understand." "Then make me understand." "Maybe later, I'm not in the mood." I sighed. "Okay. Then can you kindly give me one of your relatives' or guardians' line so that I can inform them you're in hospital?" Logan ruefully shook his head. "I have no one you can call. I'm literally alone in the world. I have no father, no mother, no relatives, no friends, I'm literally alone." I felt my eyes sting with tears. This was so touching. I patted his hand. "It's alright. One step at a time, things will change for the better. I pray they do." Logan just closed his eyes and dozed off. . "What's with the outfit?" I irritably asked Curtis whom I had found waiting for me outside my yard, again. It had been two days since I had run over Logan and he was still in hospital. Today, Baison had driven me home from work as my Spacio had developed yet another fault thus I had taken it for servicing. If things went on like this, I would sell it and buy a new car even though I knew I had to use my savings in order to achieve that. So Curtis was here and he was clad in blue jeans and a white shirt which had the words 'I'm sorry' written all over it. I rolled my eyes at him as Baison stood beside me. "Yeah buddy," said Baison. "What's with that shirt and that bottle of champagne in your hands?" Curtis cleared his throat. "I'm trying to apologize to this lovely lady for annoying her the other day. Ali, I hadn't meant to get on your nerves, I'm sorry." Before I could reply, Curtis scooped me into his free hand and crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was quite brief as he ended it just when I was about to start enjoying it. "What was that for?" I asked Curtis after he'd broken the kiss. "I just felt the urge to kiss you." "Well you are one lucky dude, Curtis," Baison teasingly said. "Had I been the one to steal a kiss from Alicia, my front teeth would be on the ground as we speak." Curtis burst out laughing and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. What was Baison insinuating by making such a comment? Baison's phone rang. "It's Dee," he said. "I gotta pick this. In fact, I'm leaving cause I'm beginning to feel like an intruder. I'm wishing you tough luck with Ali, Curtis. Bye." Once Baison had driven off, Curtis said, "I'm still waiting for an answer, I'm I forgiven?" I grabbed the bottle of champagne from his grip and ran into the yard. "I'll think about it," I loudly said, locking all the gates. "Oh not again," I heard Curtis groan and all I could do was giggle. What a lovely way to start my evening, I thought. Faides and Mulenga were in the house so I knew I would share my champagne with Mule who had come back from Mufulira this morning. Even as I stepped over the threshold, all I could think about was Curtis. His smile, voice, his chuckle, scent, everything about him mesmerized me. "Oh geez," I thought out loud. "I hope I don't fall in love with him cause that's the last thing I need in my life right now. And I honestly don't think I can handle the heartache and drama that love brings with it.."

u need love at some point but dealing wit its drama is a problem,,, u are ryt.

Ali I think that guy is your loss son

Ali, unfortunately you are in love

observing.....

Alicia u are lying to yourself, u are already falling for him

she's your daughter

I feel like the guy is your lost son

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 21. ..FOUR MONTHS LATER.. Diana professionally shut the door behind her after leaving Logan's room and shook her head disdainfully. I grabbed her by the arm and led her to my bedroom. "He said anything new?" I asked, closing the door and ushering her to the bed where we sat. "I'm afraid he hasn't, Ali. This guy is really good at building a facade around him. Sweet Jesus, it seems it'll take me so much energy and time just to get him talking." "Dee, I really wonder what he must be hiding. The dude seems so broken that I can't help but feel sorry for him. You've been talking to him for two months now and all he keeps on saying is his life sucks, his life sucks! I'm beginning to grow impatient, Dee. If Logan will have to stay in my house any longer, I have to know all about his past." "I don't like the tone of your voice," said Diana frankly. "Pressuring him to re-live his past can prove to be dangerous, Alicia. Let me ask you this, ever since you took him in straight from the hospital, has he ever showed signs of being suicidal?" I bit my lower lip in a bid to recall clearly. "No." "Homicidal, maybe?" "Oh my, Diana. Of course not." "There!" she excitedly pointed out. "The guy is harmless so you should let me handle him my way. After all, I'm now officially known as Doctor Diana Maliti." "Here we go again," I was teasing her. "And she just has to boast about being hired." We burst out laughing. Well so what had happened in the last four months? Nothing much I guess but here's a summary of some of the developments that had come up in these four months. Upon learning Logan Meleki had nowhere to go after being released from the hospital, I had decided to take him in and now he had lived with me for close to four months. Seeing how lonely and lost the boy seemed at times, I had decided to get Diana involved as I realized Logan was really in need of her speciality, he needed a psychiatrist. Diana had been trying her best for the last two months all to no avail. Speaking of Diana, she was now employed as a psychiatrist at a renowned private hospital and she was making a name really fast. Still on Diana, she and Baison were now officially a thing. Everyone who knew them knew they were going out as boyfriend and girlfriend. I couldn't be more happy for both of them as their love showed even just from the way they stole glances at each other. Besides, they really did make a cute couple that they could pass for the best couple in town. Curtis L. Maliti. I know you've been eagerly waiting to hear about this hunk. Well he remained adamant and continued pursuing me. His charm swept me off my feet that I found myself deeply in love with him. Lisa had given him a child, this I accept. But my sister Lisa was late so I didn't see anything wrong with me going out with her baby daddy. After all, I didn't fall in love with the dude intentionally. And Curtis' love for me showed in his eyes so I was glad to know the feeling was mutual. Speaking of mutualism, Curtis and Faides were still in the dark. Curtis still didn't know Faides was his daughter and Faides didn't know Curtis was her father. I was really trying my best to tell Curtis the truth but the courage to do so is what I could not muster. "Alicia!" Diana snapped her fingers in my face. "You seem to be lost in thought, what's up?" "Nothing," I flashed her a weary smile. "I've just been thinking about the last four months." "So much has happened, huh? But I know what's bothering you, it's Logan. Don't worry, I'll get him to open up sooner or later." Her phone beeped, a text had just come through. She was all smiles as she read it. "It's my handsome guy, B. I gotta go, Ali. See you later." Once she was gone, I went over to Logan's room. I found him playing Zuma on his laptop, I'd bought him one seeing as he spent most of the day locked up in his room. "Hey, Logan." "Hi, aunt Alicia." I winced on the title 'aunt'. It made me feel kind of old but Logan had insisted on calling me that. I stood in the doorway and folded my arms across my chest. "You want anything to eat?" "No, thank you." "Okay. You should tell Mule when you feel like eating so that she can prepare you something." "I'll do just that." I closed the door and headed to Faides' room. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. And she also looked like a 10-year-old Lisa. Thank God Curtis hadn't seen Lisa at that age otherwise he'd have figured by now to say Faides was his daughter. . "What's the occasion?" Monde had come over to my place, literally forced me to take a bath and put on a red extravagant off the shoulder long dress which had slits running from ankle to thigh at both sides. She took care of my braids and then forced me into red wedge shoes. "It's Valentines Day, girlfriend. You have to look presentable." "For who?" I frowned at Monde. "Curtis is out of town for his stupid tour so who I'm I getting this dressed up for?" "For me, your bestfriend. Now quit whining and let me take care of your make up." "Bossy bitch," I muttered under my breath. "I heard that," she giggled as she began applying make up on my face. "OMG, Curtis?!" "The one and only, baby." Monde had forced me to go outside and here was Curtis waiting for me outside his sports car. OMG, my evening had just gone from boring to exciting! "You two have fun," Monde whispered in my ear before going back into my compound. "Won't you give me a hug or kiss?" Curtis spread his arms welcomingly. Shaking my head, I threw myself into his arms where I stayed for a good two minutes, inhaling his heavenly cologne. Him and I shared a brief kiss before he finally made me get into his car and he drove off at high speed. Our drive was a loud one as Curtis and I couldn't seem to stop talking. We had only been apart for three days but it seemed as if we'd been apart for three decades! "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" "I wanted to surprise you, Ali baby. Why, don't you like my surprise." "Don't I like it?" I said with emphasis. "I love it!" Curtis drove me to his house where we had a romantic candle lit dinner. To say I was having the time of my life would be a massive understatement. I was literally on cloud 9! After we'd had dinner, Curtis turned on his radio and played Shayne Ward's 'Breathless'. He led me to a spot where we could dance. I wrapped my arms round his neck while he wrapped his round my waist and we smoothly followed the rhythm of the song that was softly playing. After Shayne Ward's 'Breathless' came Shania Twain's 'Forever and For Always.' It was while this song was playing that Curtis nibbled at my ear. I shut my eyes and moaned. He kissed my neck passionately and trailed kisses down my bare back. I could feel chills being sent down my spine but I let him do as he pleased. I'd resisted him for far too long but I realized I could do that no more. I had to let go of the guilt of him being Lisa's baby daddy and let him have me. Curtis then found my mouth. He kissed me for a good five minutes before he finally decided to do away with my clothes. He laid me on the couch and did things to my body that no man had ever done. This guy was an explorer! By the time he was done exploring my body, I was practically begging him to have me already. "But the door's not locked," I said in a husky tone as I pulled down his trousers. "What if someone walks in on us while we are at it?" Curtis chuckled. "My maid definitely won't show up as she's in the village visiting her parents and Diana? I can bet on my life she and Baison are doing exactly what we are doing." I stifled a giggle. "I so love you, Curtis Lawrence Maliti." "And I love you too, Alicia Zulu." Even as we merged bodies, I buried my fingers in his naked back and enjoyed the moment of Curtis and I becoming one. . I was all smiles as I entered my house the following day. Curtis and I had made love almost all night and I had no regrets about the romantic night I had just had. Oh boy, what had I been waiting for all this time? My smile broadened upon seeing Lubona in the living room. Remember Lubona? My other friend from Mufulira? Angie's sister? Yes, that same Lubona. "OMG, girlfriend! To what do I owe this-" My smile vanished as fast as it had appeared. Lubona was crying uncontrollably and Mule was trying to console her. I sat beside her and wrapped a hand round her shoulders. "What's wrong, Lubona? Why the tears?" "It's..." she was sniffing. "It's Dad, he's dead, Alicia. Dead! The doctors say he was poisoned. Who would want to poison my lovely father, who? Dad was a down to earth man who never-" She was interrupted by her ringing phone. "Are you sure you don't want to pick that?" I asked Lubona when I noticed she was ignoring the call. She sniffed more and finally picked it. "Hello." She went silent for a few seconds. "Oh.. Ok, you'll find us." No sooner had Lubona ended the call than she stared at me with puffy eyes. She sighed and said, "It was Angie, she and Bob will get on the next available plane from Nairobi to Lusaka. They're coming for Dad's funeral, Alicia."

If u fall for him stop fighting the feeling now, hmm what if that boy is related to u

no

am beginning to connect the dots,,,, Angie and Bob are in Nairobi, Kenya and Logan is supposedly Kenyan..... am beginning to think that Logan is actually Fred and Bob and Angie must have given up on him upon reaching Kenya,,,, move on

lubona u really don't know your father,,,, he must have messed up with the wrong kind unlike Bob or Alicia, serves him right

Now is d time to know how ur son is fairing

babe where ar u?pls continue d story.

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 22. ...BOB'S POV... Marrying Angela Habeenzu was the biggest mistake of my life. Maybe if I had been brave enough to stand up against her father Webster Habeenzu I wouldn't be where I am today. Shortly after marrying Angie, her father had instructed I take her and Fred and relocate to Kenya, of course no one else except Angie, her father, Fred and I would know about our whereabouts. Since I was already Webster Habeenzu's pawn, all I could do was nod my head like the fool and coward that I was. So my new family and I relocated to Nairobi, Kenya. Webster had seen to it that I had a job at one of the renowned law firms in town so settling down in Nairobi had been quite easy. "Bob!" Angie vigorously shook me one night. It had been a month since we'd moved to Kenya. "I think the baby's coming." "Like right now?" I was so sleepy. "No, like last year. Of course it's right now you moron," she snapped. "Can you take me to the hospital already?" I woke up, got dressed and rushed Angie to the nearest health facility where she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. I was so overwhelmed by the news as this came as a shock. Angie had refused to go for ultrasound when she was pregnant so we had had no idea she was carrying twins. "What shall we name them?" I asked Angie a week after she'd been released from the hospital. She was breastfeeding the girl and didn't bother glancing up. "I'll name the girl and you the boy. In fact, Dad has already christened the girl, he said her name's Angela, a mini me. Isn't that thoughtful of him?" I felt my intestines churn. Lord have mercy on us, I silently prayed. Please don't let my daughter take over her mother's character. "Yeah," I feigned sweetness. "That's sweet. I'll name the boy Francis." after Alicia's late twin brother. The guy and I had gotten along so fine that I was shuttered when he had died at the age of 18. "I like the name Francis," said Angie absent mindedly. "I'll call the twins Fra and Angie, how classic!" Four years down the line, Angie proved to be not only a lousy cook but a lousy wife and mother. She didn't seem to care about Fred, Fra nor Angie junior. All she did was go out and have fun with the Kenyan lunatics that she'd befriended. And to think that all of them were unmarried, what advice could they give her? Angie senior came back drunk one night as usual, a bottle of Brandy in one hand. I was tired as I had just read stories to Fra and Angie junior after knocking off from work. Fred usually was the one to read them stories but I told him I'd do it tonight. "It's alright, Daddy. I love reading my siblings stories," Fred had insisted. "You deserve a break, champ." I had said. "You're literally their nanny, Fred. Let me read them the stories tonight." So Angie senior now walked into our bedroom, drunk. "For how long will this go on?" "Don't start with your rubbish, Bob. I'm not in the mood," said Angie in a slurred tone as she sat on the bed and took off her heels. "Angie, for once please stay home and take care of our kids." "Bob, you knew what you were doing when you fired their nanny ai. So please stop pestering me cause I wanna get some sleep, I'm wasted. Besides, Fred is their elder brother so I see no harm in him looking after them." "Are you even listening to yourself?" I was trying my best not to yell. "If things go on like this, I'll be forced to-" "To divorce me?" Angie cut me short and let out a laugh full of mockery. She then hit the bottle of Brandy against the dressing cabinet that the bottle broke. She grabbed a huge piece and threateningly pointed it at me. "I'm not as naive as Alicia so I'd like to see you try, Bob. Trust me you won't like what I'll do to your manhood and balls. For the record, I'm not one to make empty threats so I dare you to try me." It was a month after this scene that a tragedy occurred. I was out that evening, having some alone time with my fellow lawyers. Talking about stuff like beer, soccer, and then women. It was past 21:00hrs when I finally decided to go home. I was shuttered upon arrival, my house was ablaze! There was already a crowd outside and the fire fighters were already here. I tried to rush into the burning house but strong hands held me back. "My three kids are in there!" I desperately called. "Somebody save them please. They are all I have!" Somehow I knew Angie wasn't in the house. Oh God, I prayed nothing bad happens to my children cause I didn't know what I would do without them. By the time the fire fighters managed to retrieve the three kids, all of them were severly burned that even making out their faces proved to be a challenge for me, their own father. My kids were rushed to the hospital and I followed suit. They were then rushed to the operating room. After waiting for over four hours, a white male doctor finally approached me. "Doctor, how are my children?" The doctor took a deep breath and closed his eyes and then opened them again. "Doctor," I grabbed his collar. "Tell me nothing bad has happened to either of them, please." "We tried everything we could, believe me, we really did. I don't know how best to put this but I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Bobby Chizinga," he paused to gather enough courage. "We lost the twins." I felt my heart stop beating. A lump formed in my throat and a tear ran down my face. "And my other child, Fred?" "He's still alive but I don't know if he'll make it. He sustained third degree burns and his face and legs are charred beyond recognition. Only a miracle can save your son, mister." With that, the doctor walked out on me. I was just leaving the mortuary where my twins had been taken minutes back when I bumped into their mother. At least she wasn't drunk today but she was still dressed like the whore that she was. "Where are my children?" she breathlessly asked me. I blankly stared at her for thirty seconds. "Where you always wanted them to be, in the morgue." "Tell me you're joking." "Why would I? Go see them for yourself. I hope you're happy now." Angie came out of the mortuary wailing like the drama queen that she was. Seeing her cry like that got me so infuriated that I grabbed her by the neck, choking the living daylights out of her. "You're going to kill her, calm down." said a male nurse who finally managed to get me off Angie. Our twins were buried two days later and by then Fred had slipped into a comma. For the next one month, I said little prayers though I doubted God would listen to a sinner like me. Fred finally regained consciousness and I was glad he was even able to recall the reason for the fire. "Francis had accidentally turned on the gas in the kitchen," said Fred. "When there was a power cut, I tried to light a match stick in a bid to light a candle and boom, there were flames everywhere." After Fred was released from hospital, he spent most of the time locked up in his room, staring at his disfigured face and crying. He now even refused to go to school. "The boy seems so affected by his altered face," Fred's doctor confided in me one day. "What do you reckon I do?" I asked him. He pursed his lips. "The solution is quite expensive but I think plastic surgery is the only solution." "Fred is my only son so I'll do anything for him, plastic surgery it will be then." . "How would you like to get a new face," I asked Fred once his doctor was gone. "Anything to make me look better again is fine by me." "Don't worry, Daddy will make sure you get a new face and all the scars on your body will be a thing of the past too." Angie had been depressed ever since our twins died so she rarely spoke and I cared less. The first time she said much was when Fred's plastic surgery was a success. "I'm happy for the boy, Bob. What he went through was traumatizing and the least he could get was a new face. How I wish my twins had had that opportunity too." But this didn't make me start loving her. Ever since the death of Francis and Angie junior, I loathed their mother to the core that I could no longer even make love to her. Fred resumed school and most of his normal activities after the plastic surgery and I couldn't be more happy for him. . "Now that your father's dead," I smirked. "I'm finally divorcing your pregnant ass, madam Angie." It had been 7 years since the death of our kids and Fred getting a new face. Old habits die hard so Angie had gone back to her wayward ways and she was now even heavily pregnant for God knows who. I wasn't the father cause I'd never touched Angie romantically in the last seven years. I wasn't even ashamed that I had found solace in whores. "I don't care Bob," she sniffed as she packed her bags. She'd just gotten off the phone with her sister Lubona informing her we were going back to Zambia for the funeral. Angie said in between sobs, "You can go ahead and divorce me, I don't care." "Why would you care when you've finally achieved what you wanted? Thanks to your mistreatment of Fred, he stole thousands of dollars from me and vanished into thin air. It's been almost eight months since my son left without a trace. I'm sure you're having the time of your life believing we are now even as we are both childless. Well guess what, I've got a feeling my son's still alive and I'll one day get reunited with him." "I also don't give a damn about that, Bob. I've just lost my Dad so please let me mourn him in peace without you mocking me ai." "I wonder why you'd even waste your precious tears on a man as wicked as your father had been. In fact, whoever poisoned the old bastard deserves a pat on the back cause they've unknowingly helped me. But I can get why you're shedding floods, you and your father are birds of the same feather so it's only right you mourn his death. And Angie," I paused to set the tone of my mockery. "I know he's where he rightfully belongs, in hell! That's where you're going too when you die." She didn't reply but just continued packing while sobbing. I sighed when Angie and I got on a plane. Even as it took off, I had this feeling of freedom. I was divorcing Angie as soon as we buried her father and then I could go looking for my Alicia and explain things to her. I just hoped she'd understand me though cause I still loved her and still wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

After all she went through and for over how many years are u expecting her to still love u and wait for u.?

thanks 4 d update.nice tiwst

Bob guess what? Alicia is past you and she has found love,,,, stay with the whore or move on

after all those years u expect Alicia to be waiting for you,,,, Bob u are very stupid

Oh oh so Bob after all the pains she went through u expect her to hug you and forgive you easily? Mhen you must be on weed

Now it's clear Logan is Fred

chai, see this mumu oo! so u are expecting her to forgive u abi?

Bob u have lost ali

life is sometimes cruel. , I feel for you Bob

......

you now think she will welcome you with open hands after everything she went through

but you've already lost alicia because as it is now i think she may even go with that writer

Bob u re high

better forget spending the rest of your life with her

how can men be so senseless like dis!!!?!

Dream on Bob

Hmmm Bob u are funny ,thinking she is still waiting for u all this years na wow for u ooo

mercyruby wrote:

after all those years u expect Alicia to be waiting for you,,,, Bob u are very stupid

I wonder o

who Bob elp,(team curtis),Bob u made ur own choice

@chimmy we are still waiting oooooooooooooooooooo

Chimmy please update now

sorry for the late update

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 23. ...ALICIA'S POV... "Lubona please don't tell me you knew the whereabouts of your sister and my ex husband all along and you didn't bother tell me?" "Alicia, how do you know me?" Lubona had just gotten off the phone with Angie and she had just told me Angie and Bob would be on the next flight from Nairobi, Kenya to Lusaka, Zambia which meant she knew where they were. "How do I know you?" I incredulously asked her. "Lubona, you're Angie's sister so I would not be shocked to learn you've been playing cover all along." "Madam," Mulenga who was still present in the room cleared her throat. "I think you're quite angry and calming down seems like the best option. Look at how pale madam Lubona is, can't you ask her all these questions later?" I rolled my eyes at Mule. "Who asked for your opinion? My friend, can you evaporate off this conversation!" Silently, Mule rose and dashed off to the kitchen. "I'm still waiting for an answer, Lubona." Lubona got a handkerchief from her purse and blew her nose, she then wiped her tears. "Alicia, I swear on my late father I knew nothing about Bob and Angie's whereabouts, not until this morning when Angie gave me a call asking me if indeed Dad was dead. I confirmed and asked her what country she's in, that's when she told me it's Kenya," Lubona took a pause. "Alicia, look me in the eye and tell me you believe I'm capable of backing Angie up after all the atrocities that she had made you go through years ago." I sighed and could tell Lubona was being sincere. "I'm sorry, Lubona," I took her hand in mine. "I shouldn't have doubted you one bit. So you talked about Angie and Bob coming here, what about my son Fred?" "Fred? Angie hasn't said a thing about him. Maybe they're bringing him with them, Alicia. Maybe they're not." . Lubona's Dad had been living in Ibex Hill for the past six to seven years and I texted Curtis the adress as Lubona and I went to the funeral house. I only texted Curtis the adress cause I knew he'd love to pay me a visit later. Monde showed up at the funeral house too and now it was my job and hers to console and comfort Lubona who couldn't seem to stop weeping anytime soon. The funeral house wasn't really packed but there was still a crowd present. The mourners present ranged from late Mr. Webster Habeenzu's relatives, to his fellow lecturers to his students and so and so forth. It was after hours of being at the funeral house that we heard dramatic wailing from the entrance. There was no mistaking who it was. Even as Angie made it into the house, I felt my blood boil with anger. She was heavily pregnant and Bob was trailing behind her with huge bags in his hands. Angie looked as dashing as she had always looked back then and she hadn't aged a little. This showed Bob and she had led a happy life. Bob on the other hand still looked handsome in the red golf t-shirt and white soft jeans that he was wearing. Where I was seated, I glanced behind Angie and Bob in a bid to see a figure that resembled my son but there was nothing. As Lubona got up to go hug her sister, I got up to angrily fling myself at Bob whom I grabbed by the collar with all my might. He let go of his bags and held my hands as he looked me straight in the eye. "Alicia," he said in an almost inaudible tone. "My Alicia, I'm so happy to see you." He tried to pull me into an embrace but I restrained him, slapping him hard across the face. I was a trained slapper so I made sure he felt the pain. People were now staring at Bob and I as Bob held his cheek in pain. I grabbed him by the collar once again and glared him in the face with so much contempt written in my eyes. "Where's my son, you scoundrel?!" "Our son? Alicia, calm down so that I can tell you-" "Oh please, Bob," Angie cut in, stifling sobs. "Why don't you tell Alicia you've not known your son's whereabouts for eight months now? Alicia," she was now directly talking to me. "Bob here was such a lousy father that Fred ran away from home. With a father like Bob, I don't blame the boy." "Angie, shut up already." Bob spoke up. I felt my knees go weak. For hours now I had had the hope of getting reunited with my son and now this? "Bob," I let go of his collar. "Is what Angie saying true?" "I'm afraid it is. But-" I raised my hand dismissively and rushed out of the house to outside the yard where my car was parked. Bob came running after me. "Let me explain, Alicia!" "What is there to explain?" He caught up with me before I could enter my car. I was now sobbing. "There's a lot of things to explain. Like why I divorced you for starters." "You divorced me because you had fallen out of love with me, Bob. You yourself had made this clear back in court so I don't think there's another explanation to why you divorced me. Besides, I'm not even interested in knowing the damn reason! All I wanna know is where my son is. What did you do to my son, Bob?" Seeing Bob so close to me got me so infuriated that I was grateful I wasn't in possession of a gun right now otherwise I'd have blown his useless head to pieces. "Alicia, there's no smoke without fire so you'll have to listen to the whole story first and then we can figure out how and where to find our son." "I'm all ears, Bob." Bob shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced around. "Can't we go to a quieter spot?" "I think my car qualifies to be that spot, let's talk from inside." Bob and I hopped in. I was no longer shedding tears so it was quite easy for me to sound fierce. "Say your piece, I don't have all day with me." "Fine. Where to begin... Where to begin.... So almost twelve years ago, I was blackmailed by a mafia dude by the name of Daniel Mkandawire...... "Angie was so reckless concerning the twins and our Fred that one night..... "Alicia, that's the whole story, believe me. Now do you still think I'd fallen out of love with you?" I couldn't help clapping out of mere sarcasm. "Well articulated, Bobby Chizinga. For how long have you been rehearsing this story? In fact, it sounds so authentic and far-fetched at the same time that you'd qualify to be a Hollywood movie writer, your movies would be blockbusters!" "Alicia, you think the story I've just fed you was made up? Come on, you can do better than this. I've just told you all that has transpired in the past 12 years and this is your reaction?" "How do you expect me to react, huh Bob? I should fall at your feet and lick your toes for doing what was best for Fred and I? Well guess what, your cowardice ruined our lives!" "And I'm sorry for that, Alicia. Believe me if I could turn back time, I'd gladly do that so that I can mend all my wrongs," said Bob pleadingly. "Well it's quite too late for you, my dear ex husband," I said the words 'ex husband' with emphasis. "Your story hasn't moved me one bit but has just made me loathe you more for being such a weak man, husband and father. If you think I'll forgive you and go back to being your wife then you have another thing coming. Let me enlighten you on the type of Alicia that I now am. I'm no longer naive nor dependent on a man cause I'm an independence police woman who takes no shit from men like yourself and I'm also a mother to a beautiful 10-year-old girl and lastly, I've got a man in my life." Bob seemed so awestruck by how much my life had changed that he was too tongue-tied to utter anything in response. "Why the silence? You thought I'm a museum for storing feelings so I would stay here with my arms folded and wait for you to come back into my life whenever you please? Sorry darling but people change and I've changed too. For starters, I don't give a damn whether you divorcing Angie or not and secondly, I want you to find my son before I sue you." "Sue me?" said Bob in disbelief. "Alicia, it's not my fault he stole my money and ran away." "Everything's your fault, Bobby. Had you not taken my son with you, he wouldn't have endured all that you've just narrated to me. It's because if you that he even got burned in that fire, everything's your fault. You're a bad omen, Bob. You tend to ruin the lives of all those that come close to you." "Alicia, you can't possibly blame me for-" Bob was cut short by a tap on my window. It was Curtis. I opened my car door and threw myself into Curtis' arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. I was only doing this to prove to Bob that I had really moved on. "I missed you," said Curtis charmingly. I blushed. "And I missed you more." "I brought Logan with me, it took me years just to convince him to do so," Curtis pointed at where his car was parked. "He really needed to leave the house." "You did well," I said in a whisper, waving at Logan who waved back. "Wait a minute, Ali. Who's that dude in your car?" I sighed. "Was hoping you don't notice him. That's Bob, my ex husband." "No way, what's he doing here?" I was about to reply but for Bob getting out of the car and sarcastically saying, "Hello, my ex wife's new boyfriend." he was smirking but his smirk vanished instantly when he spotted Logan. "Fred?" "Dad?" Logan called back. Holy mackerel, this was now confusing! Logan and Bob knew each other? And then realization hit me and it did so really bad. Was Logan Fred? If so, did he know I was his mother? Of course he did. But why hadn't he just told me he was my son? There were so many questions going on in my mind at that moment that I feared if I didn't get answers as soon as possible, my brain would give up and shut down.

Very interesting BUT chimmy@ na only one episode u post after all de delay? De gods are not happy oh!

continue but pls dont be too late next time

We need more o

wow'pls update fast biko

wow,,, pls more update ooo,,, I want to know wat next

REPENTANCE wrote:

Very interesting BUT chimmy@ na only one episode u post after all de delay? De gods are not happy oh!

tell her

Abeg come nd continue

why would Fred knew that Alicia is his mother and not open up to her since all those days he'd spent with her

I said it

What a reunion

Haha madam Chimmy continue now

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 24. "Somebody run after him!" I shrieked. Logan or Fred had stared at Bob for a few seconds before dashing off. I was a police woman yes and had chased people before but this is my son we are talking about. Out of the blue, I got so emotional that I couldn't even move. All I could was watch Bob and Curtis pursue Fred who seemed too fast for them to catch. Both of them came back minutes later with their invisible tails hidden between their thighs. "We lost him," said Bob. "Alicia, we really tried our best but Fred's young and agile so he outran us, I'm sorry." "Yeah, you're sorry for everything. I bet you're even sorry that Angie's father is no more," I couldn't refrain from being harsh. "Curtis, please take me home. I can't drive in my state so I'll call Baison or my mechanic and ask them to come pick my car up." "I can bring it for you," Bob offered. "I want nothing to do with you, Bob. No, thanks." Curtis wrapped a hand round my shoulder and was leading me to his car when Bob said, "Wait!" "What now, buddy?" asked Curtis irritably. "Can't you see she doesn't want to talk to you nor be in your presence? Exactly how thick is your skull for you not to grasp a simple fact? Her life no longer revolves around you so I suggest you accept the truth even though it's a bitter pill to swallow." "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Alicia, I recall you referring to Fred as Logan, what's going on here?" What's going on? That's exactly what I also want to know. "I should be the one to ask you that but you won't give me any rational answer anyway. Besides, I don't owe you any explanation so you can find out how Fred became Logan on your own. And one more thing," my voice was steel. "I don't want you to even think about following me to my house nor even showing your pathetic face there cause I swear you won't like what I'll do to you. Curtis," I turned to Curtis. "Let's get going." The drive home was awfully quiet. I exhausted my brain in a bid to fit the missing pieces into the puzzle. So Logan was Fred, yes. But did he know I was his mother? If so, why hadn't he just come clean the first time we'd met? "Ali," Curtis snapped his fingers in my face. "I said we're here." "Oh." We got out of the car and went into the house after Mulenga unlocked the main door for us. It was already getting dark outside so that's why the doors were locked in the first place. We were then welcomed by an excited Faides. "Mummy, uncle Curtis!" she flung herself at our legs. "I missed you!" "We missed you too, princess." Curtis ruffled her hair. "I'm taking mummy to her room so please don't disturb, neh?" "Why, is she sick?" "No, she's just tired. It's called fatigue." "Okay." Once we were in my room, Curtis closed the door behind us and led me to the bed. "You look pale, sweetheart. Should I get you some sedatives or painkillers maybe?" "No, thanks." Thinking about staying with my own son under the same roof for four months without even recognizing him left me in tears. And just when I though I'd been reunited with him, he decides to run off like that? Jesus, why was my life this complicated? Why did everything in it have to be bittersweet? "Ssshhh, Alicia. Crying won't solve a thing. And don't worry about your son cause I'm sure he just panicked, he'll be back." "But he's suicidal, Curtis. What if he succeeds and commits suicide this time around, what will I do?" "Where's all the negativity coming from, huh Alicia?" My phone rang before I could respond. I got it from my purse and checked the caller ID. "It's Fred," I exclaimed before wiping my tears and picking up. "Hello, my son, is that you?" "Yes, mother. It's me, Fred." he sounded unusually calm. "Where are you, honey? Please come home so that we can talk things through and be the happy family that we are supposed to be." "I'm sorry but I can't come home." "Why not?" There was a pause. "Because my life's a mess and this time I messed up real bad, mother." "Before you tell me about that mess, tell me one thing first, son. Did you know I was your mother all this time?" "Um.. Yeah." You knew?! "Then why didn't you just tell me?" "Cause you seemed happy without me in your life, that's why." "You know that's not true," I was literally begging him to understand. "I missed you each and everyday." "Yeah, I get it. Anyway, there's no use crying over spilt milk, is there?" "What is that supposed to mean, huh Fred?" "Mother, you now know I'm your son, no freaking big deal. So I'll urge you not to ask me questions and allow me to tell you why I can't come home or why I changed my name to Logan Meleki after stealing lots of money from dad." "I'm all ears," I put my phone on loud speaker as Curtis had been signaling me to do so for ages now. "You can go ahead and tell me everything, honey." "Cool. Wait a sec, is Dad there with you?" I glanced at Curtis. "No, he's not." "Do you swear on my life?" "Yes." "Great, I'm trusting you to keep this to yourself. I'm afraid to come home cause I can't face Dad." "Why?" "Will you let me finish without interrupting?!" he sounded agitated. "Okay, I won't interrupt." "You better not cause if you do I'll be forced to hang up. Stepmother Angie came to my room one night and literally seduced me. I tried to refrain myself from going to bed with her as my conscience knew too well to say she was Dad's wife but I gotta admit she's got a great body and I was enticed by her dance moves. When I asked her why she was seducing me, I'll quote her response, 'Fred, honey. Your father no longer gets intimate with me cause he blames me for the tragedy that occured seven years ago. But I'm a woman and thus my thirst for passion needs to be quenched and you my darling are my lucky candidate.' That's how I slept with her. Not that I am proud of what I did, no. I couldn't look Dad in the eye so the best option was to steal some money from him and flee. With the aid of a Kenyan friend of mine, I managed to get my hands on a fake driver's license and passport. I flew to Zambia the following day in search of my mother," Fred paused to cough. "I don't know if it's fate or destiny cause I can't differentiate the two but I met you a day after coming back to Zambia. And then I noticed you'd moved on with your life and I didn't want to cause unnecessary drama so I went away. I got so depressed one night over how crappy my life was that I decided to end it all by taking my own life. I had no guts to consume poison nor hang nor stab myself so I thought getting myself run over would do and then boom, I just had to be run over by my own mother, the irony though. I think that's all you need to know for now. Bye." "Fred, wait-" but their was a beep sound indicating the call had just been disconnected. "He hang up on me," I told Curtis. "Try calling him back." I tried but his line was off. "I've lost my son once again, Curtis. Why does my life always have to be in shambles?" "It's a phase, honey," assured Curtis, engulfing me in a tight embrace. "It'll come to pass. Let's look at it this way, there's always light at the end of the tunnel, not so? There's sunshine after heavy rains and this is just the darkness that's there before dawn so just put all your problems in God's hands and all shall be well sooner than you think." . A day later, we laid Lubona's father to rest. As we left the graveyard, Bob just had to block my way. "What?" I snarled. Monde and Diana who were with me excused themselves. Curtis wasn't here as he was with his manager, working on the novel that he was currently writing, the one that my story had apparently inspired. "I want to talk to you," Bob was shameless as usual. I folded my arms and faced away towards the procession of cars that was leaving the graveyard. "I'm listening but please make it fast." "Sure. Any news on Fred?" "No," I glared back at him. "And even if I had any, I wouldn't give you a damn hint! If you may excuse me, I need to go to work." I brushed past him before he could say anything. 24hrs after Fred had run off, I lodged a missing person complaint so my team and I were now using all the resources we had to search for Fred but so far, our search had proved futile. "Relax, Alicia. Logan's or sorry, Fred's no longer suicidal," she assured me. I was behind the wheel driving us to the police station where she wanted to see Baison for God knows what and my shift was starting in twenty minutes time too. "I'm 100% certain my sessions with him can't be totally useless." "I pray that's true cause I won't handle it if I lose my son. I'll go insane, Dee." She patted my hand. "It won't come to that." "I hope so, I really do." . When night came, I prepared myself for bed and knelt beside my bed and said a short prayer asking God to please protect my son and bring him back to me safe and sound. As I tucked myself under the bed sheets, my phone rang. The caller ID was a private line so I guessed it was Curtis cause he owned a private line too. "Hey baby boo." "Mother, it's Fred." "Fred?" I sat up in bed. "OMG, how are you? Are you okay? Are you coming home?" "My God, mother. Spare me the questions, I'm 18 thus I can take perfect care of myself. And yeah, don't bother tracing the call cause I'm using a private line." "I noticed." "Superb. Just called to ask you something that I forgot to ask you the other day, my buddies back in Kenya tipped me off to say stepmother's heavily pregnant. I bet you've set your eyes on her by now, is it true she's pregnant?" "Yeah," I hesitantly said. "Why?" "Because there's a possibility the child she's carrying is mine. Geez, do you know the implications of my actions? Holy cow, I don't see myself coming home anytime soon. Sleep tight, mother." and he was gone. I sighed and turned off my bedside lamp. At least I knew my son was still alive so I felt a bit at ease. But I kept on tossing and turning cause I couldn't seem to get the thought of Angie carrying my grandson. Oh boy, that would be bizarre. I hope Fred's not responsible, I silently prayed before finally drifting off to lala(sleep) land. . I woke up with a start the following morning. Mulenga was screaming her lungs out inside my bedroom. "Eh Mule, what's the commotion all about ai? Can't you see I'm trying to get some sleep?" "Madam," she was shaking from head to toe, panting as if she'd just run a marathon. "There's a... there.. there is a co- a-" "A what?!" I snapped. "There's a corpse on our veranda." she blurted out. A corpse on our veranda? "Are you sure you aren't hallucinating?" "No, madam. I've just seen it with my two eyes, come see it yourself." "Okay, I'm coming." I got out of bed and adjusted my gown. I followed Mulenga to the main door where she froze inches before the door. She shook her head. "The sight is gruesome, I can't afford to take another look at it." I was a cop so corpses were things I saw almost everyday. I opened the door and behold, there lay the corpse. I took a few steps back into the house and covered my mouth upon seeing the mutilated nude dead body that was sprawled on my veranda. I felt my stomach churn with revulsion and I could feel bile rise up my throat. What took me aback the most was that I knew the victim. "For the love of God," I muttered as I shut my eyes but the image of the mutilated body was so vivid in my mind. "Who on earth could have done to this to........"?

sorry for the delay biko, it was battery issue

let me equally update another episode because of the delay

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 25. Bob and Lubona were over at the police station where they were awaiting interrogation. Baison and I stood at a spot where we were out of earshot. "You sure you alright?" Baison asked me, handing me a mug of coffee. "Yes, I'm fine." I appreciatively took the coffee. "Thanks for the coffee." "You welcome. By the way, you have any idea who done it?" "No, Baison." It had been two hours since my maid had discovered Angie's mutilated naked and still pregnant dead body. Whoever had had the guts to do that to a pregnant woman was a psychopath, no two ways about it. "Are you sure you wanna be present while I interrogate the only suspects we have thus far?" "You speaking of Lubona and Bob? Of course I wanna be present! Baison, just because Angie was discovered on my veranda doesn't make me a weakling. I'm freaked out, yes. But I'll handle this like the cop that I am." "Okay, okay." he raised his hands in surrender. "Here goes nothing," he muttered under his breath as he led me to the interrogating room. Bob was first to be questioned. Baison read him his rights and turned on the tape recorder. We all then took our seats. "Mr. Bobby Chizinga, would you kindly share with us the kind of relationship that you and your wife shared while she was still alive?" asked Baison meticulously. "It wasn't a walk in the park. Angie and I were having some hiccups to the extent where I was even planning to divorce her as soon as her father's laid to rest." "Sadly, that won't be possible because your wife's lifeless body is lying in the mortuary, awaiting autopsy." "It's really sad that she had to die like that. She was so young and full of life, whoever mutilated her body deserves to rot in jail for the rest of their life." "And we'll see to it that justice is served," Baison assured Bob in an undertone. "Mr. Chizinga, would you kindly tell us where you were last night from 9 PM to 12 AM?" Bob didn't flinch. "Sure. I was in my hotel room at Radison Blu Hotel as that's where my late wife and I had been staying ever since we got back to Zambia. I watched a bit of soccer, took a shower and then took a nap." "Do you have an alibi?" "Pardon?" "I'll rephrase that," Baison took a deep breath. "Do you have evidence to prove you were inside your room last night from 9 to 12?" "I guess so. Doesn't the hotel have CCTV? They should have a video footage or something." Baison raised his eyebrows in thought and bit his lower lip. "Do you have any idea who'd want to do such to the late Mrs. Angela Chizinga and later dump her body on Officer Alicia Zulu's doorstep?" "Unfortunately," said Bob, shaking his head in regret. "I don't know anyone who's capable of such." Baison rose and extended his hand so him and Bob could shake hands. "I'm sorry for your loss, sir. And thanks for your cooperation." "Anytime," Bob rose too. "I'll be at your service 24/7." Once Bob was gone, Baison whispered. "You think it's him?" "Honestly, I don't know. He seemed calm and composed. If he were guilty, I think he'd have fidgeted at one interval or two." "Yeah, I guess you have a point there. But I think we'll just waste our energy and time on the Lubona girl," said Baison meekly. "I mean, she's so sweet and fragile she reminds me of my sweetheart Diana. And both of them can't even hurt a fly." I sighed. "But it's only right we interrogate her too so let's get on with it." Lubona had been crying floods ever since she came to know Angie was no more. As she took her seat, she sobbed, "We were just from burying my beloved father yesterday and today my sister's gone? Why does life have to be so unfair?" I handed her a handkerchief and glass of water. "I'm sorry for your loss, Lubona. But you'll have to compose yourself for the sake of this interrogation." She nodded and took the water which she drank in a single gulp. Once she was ready to be questioned, Baison turned on the tape recorder. "Ms. Lubona Habeenzu, would you kindly enlighten us on the sort of relationship you and your late sister shared?" "We weren't close, no lie. But our bond would have grown stronger now that it was only the two of us in the world but no, she just had to leave me." "I'm sorry about that. It's already known that Angie had spent almost the whole day at the funeral house yesterday where you too happened to be, what time did she take her leave?" "Half past 9 PM, approximately." "Did she perhaps mention where she was headed to?" "Yes," said Lubona hesitantly. "The hotel where her husband and she had been staying since their return to this country." "Did you hear from her after that?" "No," Lubona ruefully shook her head. "I was so drained that as soon as Angie left, I retired to bed." Baison took a pause. "Would you happen to have any clue as to who could have murdered the late Mrs. Chizinga in cold blood and then later dump her body on Officer Alicia Zulu's doorstep?" "No." "That will be all," Baison pushed back his chair and stood. "I'm sorry for your loss and thanks for your cooperation." "You're welcome," Lubona was on her feet too. "And officer, please make sure you catch the lunatic who did that to my only sister and make them pay for killing two innocent people at a go. She was pregnant, they could at least have spared her for the sake of her unborn baby." "It's our duty to ensure no guilty man goes scot free." "I told you we were wasting our time," Baison said when Lubona was out of earshot. "Alicia, if things go on like this, I'm afraid we might not even catch the gooddamn murderer." Mulenga my maid was interrogated and so was I. . I arrived home several hours later when it was already dark. I shuddered as I set foot on the exact same spot where Angie had been discovered just this morning. If the killer had dumped her on my doorstep, that meant he knew me and was probably watching me from the darkness, laughing his ass off. I dreaded to even think who his next victim might be. Without glancing back, I opened the door and stepped into the house. I found Faides seated on Curtis' lap in the living room, they were listening to the evening news. "Hey, guys." "Mummy," Faides rushed to hug me. "I'm so happy to see you." "And mummy's happy to see her amazing daughter. Curtis, can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure." I led Curtis to my bedroom where I locked the door behind me and ushered him to the bed. We both sat on the edge of the bed. "Thanks for staying with Faides and watching over her," I begun. Faides still had no idea a cadaver had been discovered on our veranda this morning as I had seen to it that she stayed in her room until the forensic department showed up and took away the corpse. Curtis took my hands in his. "Alicia, there's no need to thank me. You know I'll always be here for you guys. Any lead on who the killer might be?" "Nothing yet," I shook my head. "There's something I want to tell you but please promise me you won't get mad at me." "It depends on what you tell me." "Just promise me, darling." "Okay," brow furrowed, Curtis said. "I promise, pinky swear." I heaved a deep, very deep sigh. The moment of truth had come. With all that was going on, there was no room for secrets. "Lisa was my elder sister," I blurted out. "Faides is your daughter." that was easy. "Excuse me?" Curtis sprang to his feet and let go of my hands like he'd just come into contact with ferocious acid. "Can you kindly repeat what you just said?" "Faides is your daughter." I rose to my feet too. "The late Lisa was my elder sister and Faides is the child she gave birth to before dying, your child." "And this is when you're telling me this? After a murder? Had it not been for the murder, you wouldn't have told me, would you?" "It's not like that, honey. I always wanted to tell you but the courage was what I could not muster." "You're a selfish woman, Alicia. A heartless pretender. All along I've been telling you how much I would like to be reunited with my child and all you've done is comfort me when in actual sense you've been mocking me?" I could tell he was trying his best not to yell. "Alicia, you yourself know the pain of longing for a child quite too well, I can't believe you'd be capable of being this self-centered." "Curtis, I know this doesn't justify my actions but I had promised Lisa on her deathbed that I would take care of Faides like she were my biological daughter. In fact, Lisa had insisted Faides never finds out that I'm not her biological mother. I was fine with being a single mother until you came along and told me your tale. Seriously Curtis, did you expect me to reveal to you right there and then that Faides is your daughter?" "I don't give a damn about that! I'm now ordering you to go over to the living room and inform her I'm her father." "I'll do just that," I desperately said, trying to get a hold of his arm but he jerked it away. "You promised not to get mad, Curtis. Please calm down." "That's bullshit! Go tell Faides I'm her father and then maybe I'll consider calming down." I found Faides watching Sofia the First on Disney Junior. I knelt before her. "Honey, you've always wanted to know who your father is, not so?" "Yes," she couldn't conceal her excitement. "Why, is he coming back from abroad?" "He's already back," I flashed her a broad smile. "Uncle Curtis is your real father, sweetie." "No way!" "Your mother's not lying," came Curtis' voice from the doorway. Faides ran to him and threw herself into his welcoming arms. Curtis crouched down as he kissed almost every part of Faides' face. He was shedding tears of joy. "Daddy's back and he's never leaving." "I'm so happy you are my father, Uncle Curtis. Oops," she giggled. "Daddy Curtis." Curtis and Faides' reunion brought me to tears. It made me think about my Fred, would his and my reunion be this epic? After they had chatted and laughed the night away, Faides finally fell asleep. Curtis handed her to Mule who took her to my bedroom as per my instructions. "I see you've got guards tonight," said Curtis when it was only him and I in the living room. "Yes, Baison insisted some policemen guard my house for the next few days." "That's so thoughtful of him. My cousin Dee's lucky to have him as a partner unlike me who has you." "We are still talking about this? I thought I said I'm sorry." Curtis took a few strides towards me so that him and I now stood face to face. "Alicia, Faides is as much your daughter as she is mine. Unlike you I'm not selfish so I won't even tell her you aren't her real mother," his tone was deadly and I didn't like the look in his eyes one bit, it sent chills down my spine. He gritted his teeth and added. "But one thing is for sure, you and I are through. It's over between us, Alicia. I can't picture myself spending the rest of my life with a woman as selfish as you're by my side so I'm setting you free.."

Curtis u are overreacting, someone has taken care of your kid for over ten years when you literally abandoned them and now you end a relationship because she hid that fact? I have a feeling Logan aka Fred murdered Angie and am not sorry about it

Capital "YES" Curtis, i support in ur decision, she is very very selfish and stupid for keeping it so long.

it's not too bad, I can see Bob, Fred and Alicia reuniting in d future. but my suspect about the murderer is no-one else but Fred maybe to save the guilt he feel

curtis u will regret ur decision,don't say i did not warn u,but i won't want dis story to end wit Rob and Alicia been together again,Bob is such a coward,he does'nt deserve alicia.....my opinion

on a second thought, Bob might have killed Angie as form of revenge and since Alicia chose Curtis, Bob dumped the body at Alicia's verandah so that she will be blamed and they both lose

am just having the feelings that bob is d killer,,,, Fred would Hav been the perfect candidate for d murder,, but as at d time in d nyt he called his mother, he was not aware Angie was in town,,,, but who knows,,,,

and as for Curtis,,,, he must be stupid for dat decision he took,,, is he brainless,,? can't he think at all? he is calling it quit with the woman that has taken care of his daughter for the past one year? she was even the one dat suppose to get angry with him,,, bcos you Curtis was d criminal that killed her sister,, by abandoning her wit a pregnancy and left her to die,,,, now he is claiming he is not selfish and can't live wit a selfish woman,,, who is the most selfish btw the two of dem,,,, Guys!!!! they really lack brain when it comes to crucial matters!!!

i think Curtis is behind the murder of Angie's I have my reason

next jare

Curtis is a fool... Wat if she never told u? dat decision of urs, shows u never loved her

who could that be? don't keep us waiting please, am curious to know who the person is

oh curtis, you don't have to react that way please

Curtis this is selfish of u

Ireoluwa Emmanuel wrote:

and as for Curtis,,,, he must be stupid for dat decision he took,,, is he brainless,,? can’t he think at all? he is calling it quit with the woman that has taken care of his daughter for the past one year? she was even the one dat suppose to get angry with him,,, bcos you Curtis was d criminal that killed her sister,, by abandoning her wit a pregnancy and left her to die,,,, now he is claiming he is not selfish and can’t live wit a selfish woman,,, who is the most selfish btw the two of dem,,,, Guys!!!! they really lack brain when it comes to crucial matters!!!

faides is almost 11 my dear not 1year just imagine, Curtis is very stupid

Logan

Logan kill Angie

Alicia, Curtis is only reacting this way bcos u beg him in the first place... If that u told him that faides is his daughter and u are not ready to let him have her with a mean face, he will be the one begging u instead

Hmm why would u said it over just like that? how abt u that leave her sister when she need u most, that's unfair u kn

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 26. ..3 MONTHS LATER.. "Alicia, wait up!" "Shit," I cussed aloud. Of all people, I just had to run into Baison and Diana at the clinic where I had gone for my first prenatal session. I leaned against my car and waited for them to catch up with me. "Does Curtis know?" asked Diana accusingly. I shook my head. "No." "Do you think you're being fair to him?" Baison asked. His right hand was wrapped round Diana's waist. Both Diana and I were pregnant but unlike me, she had a caring man by her side. "Baison, I don't care whether I'm being fair or not. He's the one who broke up with me, not the other way round so I don't care whether he knows I'm carrying his child or not." "But the pregnancy will start showing sooner than you think," retorted Diana. "Besides, wasn't you keeping his daughter from him why you two broke up in the first place? How do you think he'll react when he sees the baby bump or better yet, when he learns from someone else that you're pregnant?" "Are you planning on telling him, huh Dee?" "No, Alicia. But-" "I think this conversation isn't heading anywhere. There's a lot going on in my mind so please excuse me, have a nice day." I got into my car before either of them could say a thing. I started the engine and took off. When I arrived home, I found Bob waiting for me in the living room. There was still no evidence as to who might have murdered Angie. Bob had refused to go back to Kenya saying there was nothing for him to go do back there. Fred hadn't turned up yet and so far, our search for him was proving to be in vain. Curtis showed up at my house to have chats with Faides and maybe take her out almost everyday. Him and I were on talking terms but that didn't mean we were back to being boyfriend and girlfriend. I recall he had attempted to get us back together about a month ago but I had been blatant with him. "You had called me selfish," I told him. "What changed? Curtis, I had pleaded with you to please reconsider but you were adamant and insisted we break up. You made this bed now lie in it without causing drama." And then there was Bob who had been hinting at us getting back together and I had been blatant with him too. "Bob, I'm not a museum for storing feelings. I thought I had made myself clear the other day, hadn't I? Just because Curtis and I are having some couple drama doesn't necessarily mean I'm willing to come running back into your arms. You had had your chance with me, Bob, but you had screwed it up real bad. I'm afraid there can be no other relationship between us besides the one we have which is us being each other's ex's and baby mama and baby daddy." So seeing Bob in my house today kind of set me on edge. And lately, I was losing my temper easily all thanks to my hormones and emotions being all over the place. "What do you want?" I asked Bob without preamble as I sat opposite him. "Good afternoon to you too," he was being sarcastic as usual. "Any news on our beloved son?" "That's why you're here? Like seriously Bob, you can do better than this. If you wanted to know about Fred, you'd have contacted the police station and asked for information from them. Tell me why you're here." "Alright," he tonelessly said. "I want us to get back together. Before you argue, here's why. I love you and I know you still have feelings for me, first love thingy. Curtis and you are incompatible and Angie's dead, leaving both of us single and free to mingle. Do you know what this implies?" I studied Bob and couldn't believe the nerves on him. "No, you tell me." "It means you and I were meant to be together." "Oh really? And what does the fact that I'm carrying Curtis' child mean?" "Come again?" "You heard me right the first time, Bob. I'm pregnant with Curtis' baby so I'd appreciate it if you left my house and stopped coming here to try and persuade me to come back to you cause that ain't happening in this lifetime nor the next if there's any, Bob. Read my lips, you and I are never ever ever getting back together!" "Jesu," Bob abruptly stood up. "You don't have to throw a song in my face. I get it, you and I are history, blah blah blah." he was making dramatic hand gestures. "I'm leaving, Alicia. But just in case you change your mind, you can holler me on my phone." "In your dreams," I scoffed, standing up and gesturing towards the door. "You can take your leave now, Mr. Bobby Chizinga." . I was seated in the living room with Faides where we were watching Blood Sister on Africa Magic Epic when I heard a soft knock at the door. I knew it was Curtis. Don't ask me how I knew cause I just knew. I had kind of memorized the way he knocked. "Mulenga, go open the door for Curtis!" I called. "Okay, madam." came the response from the kitchen. Curtis stepped into the living room about a minute later with lots of shopping bags. "Daddy," Faides rushed to hug him. "What have you brought for me tonight?" "Your favourite," said Curtis sweetly, putting the shopping bags on the floor and scooping Faides up into his arms. They then sat on a one sitter sofa. "Hi, Ali." Ali? "Hello, Curtis." ever since we'd broken up, he called me Alicia so I wondered why he seemed so jovial tonight. I don't know if it was the pregnancy or what but I didn't want to spend much time in Curtis' presence so I grabbed the shopping bags and took them to the kitchen where Mulenga was busy preparing supper. I began unloading the bags and stuffing the citric fruits, bottles of pure joy, butter, ice-cream, loaves of bread and milk that Curtis had brought, in the fridge. "I brought you some fruits." Startled, I gasped. I hadn't noticed Curtis standing in the doorway until he spoke. Fazed, I asked, "Fruits for me? What makes you think I'm craving fruits?" "I didn't say you're craving them so don't put words into my mouth," Curtis smiled. "Mule, can you kindly excuse us?" "Sure," Mule replied, turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Curtis approached me so that him and I were now standing so close I could hear his heartbeat. "How's my little one?" I swallowed. "I don't know what you're talking about." He rested his right hand on my still flat tummy and caressed it. "Don't you lie to me. I know you're carrying my child." "That bitch Diana couldn't keep her mouth shut, could she?" Curtis chuckled. "I've heard women get so temperamental when pregnant so I'll ignore you just called my dearest cousin a bitch." "Whatever," I snarled. "I'm carrying your child, so what? You'll call me selfish for not telling you I am pregnant and then dump me for the second time? Well guess what, I don't give a damn what you think nor plan on doing." Curtis sighed and wrenched the fridge open and the door almost slammed into my face. "How rude," I thought aloud as I settled down at the coffee table, scowling and folding my arms. He got an apple and crunched on it. Curtis closed the fridge and then sat opposite me. "I'm mad," he began. "Not at you but at myself. Ali, I shouldn't have broken up with you three months ago. You had kept Faides from me for a reason and instead of reacting hastily, I should have thought your motive through but no, I acted like a jerk." "You're a jerk." "Fine," he calmly said, still crunching on his apple and displaying his set of perfect white teeth. "Call me a jerk, a douche bag or even hit me but please take me back into your life. I promise- No, I won't make empty promises. Ali, I'll try my utmost best to do right by you. Yours and my love is still young, we shouldn't let it suffer because of a trivial dispute." "Trivial dispute my foot. It didn't seem trivial three months ago, did it?" "Come on, Alicia. Don't be like that," Curtis patted my hand, the apple he'd been crunching on was now a thing of the past. "I'm sorry. Let's forget about the past and move on with our lives, for the sake of our Faides, Fred and the unborn baby." I shut my eyes in a bid to comprehend what he was saying. I hate to admit but Curtis was really making sense. What would me holding a grudge against him solve, nothing. After all, he was remorseful and willing to patch things up so who am I to complicate them? "I forgive you." "Like for real?" Curtis asked in disbelief. "Yes, Bae. Like forgiving you and willing to take you back into my life." "I promise I won't screw this chance up!" He was ecstatic even as he scooped me off my seat and kissed my lips passionately. "Oh how much I missed this," I breathlessly said in between the kiss. "Tell me you'll never leave me again." "I won't, my love." That night, Faides, Curtis, Mulenga and I had supper together and laughed so hard. It had been ages since I had been this happy. I was even beginning to forget what being happy felt like. But thanks to my Curtis, there were smiles on Faides' and my face all through dinner. After supper, we watched T.V for a few hours before finally deciding to call it a day and retire to bed. Curtis said he wasn't going home tonight as he had missed me and I couldn't contend my happiness and excitement. As soon as we were in the bedroom and the door was locked, Curtis and I started making out and one thing led to another. We ended up making love on the floor, in the shower and on the bed. When we were spent, we lay cuddled in tangled bed sheets and fell asleep. I was awakened by the persistent ringing of my phone. I checked the time and frowned, it was past 1 AM. I checked the caller ID and frowned more, why would Baison give me a call at this hour? "Don't you have the curtesy of knowing normal people like me are asleep at this hour? What are you, a wizard? An owl? Or perhaps a bat?" "Drop it, Ali. I've got some very disturbing news," said Baison in a serious tone. "What's the news? Humour me already." "Sibajene just gave me a call, they've caught Angie's murderer." "Really?" I was instantly wide awake. "Tell me, who is it?" "I can't tell you over the phone, I'm getting dressed right now. Expect me at your place in an hour. Ali, you won't believe who the killer is," Baison said, disconnecting the call.

Very interesting but please try and post more than please

fred/bob

Fascinating

Fred/Logan or Bob my guess tho

I think Fred is the killer or bob

who is that sef?

i'm afraid it's fred, but it will be a big blow for alicia if it should be fred

I pray its not Fred but it can be Bob for all I care,,, at least he will be able to rot in jail

Fred

Ma'am Chimmy please try to update more episodes for us because one episode in every 4 days won't make it delicious in reading.

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 27. Tears couldn't seem to stop flowing from my eyes. Why would they when Baison had told me the first fruit of my womb was responsible for the death of Angie? There was no way I was buying such crap! As I shed floods in Baison's backseat, Curtis tried his utmost best to console and comfort me but I was way too shattered to budge. "Ali," said Baison as he drove us to the police station. "I'm really sorry the killer turned out to be your son." "My son is not a murderer," I retorted in a voice so hoarse I didn't recognize it as mine. "You hear me, Baison? My Fred isn't capable of murder, my intuition tells me so! There's a mixup somewhere and you people are just wasting your time on my son because he's innocent." "I can understand the need and obligation to support your keen come what may." "Baison, if you have nothing soothing to say then I suggest you shut the hell up before I pluck out your teeth and tongue using a pliers!" "Calm down," Curtis whispered, rocking me back and forth like I were a baby. "Calm down, my love." "Don't you tell me to calm down, Curtis. These lunatics have apprehended my son and locked him up, heaven knows they are treating him like a criminal in there!" "Shhh, everything will be alright. This is just a phase which will come to pass too." There was silence in the car for a few minutes but Baison being Baison, he opened his loose mouth once again. "Dee mentioned Fred might have Bipolar disorder." I opted to ignore him hoping he'd just shut up once and for all but no, he still kept on talking. "According to Dee, Bipolar disorder is a mental disorder which is associated with manic depression. It causes periods of depression and elevated mood. During periods of elevated mood, an individual may feel abnormally energetic, happy, or irritable. Individuals often make poorly thought out decisions with little regard to the consequences. During periods of depression, there may be crying, a negative outlook on life and poor eye contact with others, this often leads to one committing suicide. The disorder is curable via psychotherapy and it's rare so Dee isn't really sure Fred has it." "And what is that diagnosis by your lovely pregnant girlfriend supposed to insinuate?" I irritably asked Baison. "That my son is capable of murder? Well screw both you and that class A bitch Diana!" "Easy on the language, honey." Curtis curtly said. "And Baison buddy, please do us all a favour by shutting up." "If you insist." "Thank you!" Curtis exhilarated. Upon arriving at the police station, I demanded to see my son, it was Helen and Sibajene at the reception desk but they seemed hostile towards me tonight. "Sure, this way, please." Helen nonchalantly said as she led me to the visiting room. "You can take a seat." Curtis and Baison had remained at reception so it was only me in the room. Skeptical and half hoping this was all just a nightmare, I sat. Helen brought with her a shirtless and badly beaten up Fred. He had a black eye and several wounds on his face and chest. I impulsively sprung to my feet. "What have you animals done to my son?" "What we do to people of his kind," Helen nonchalantly replied. "And please make it fast cause you've only got fifteen minutes." she turned to leave but paused, "Don't try anything funny, officer Zulu cause we've got lots of policemen guarding the police station ever since we brought this criminal in." with that, she cat-walked herself out of the room. I rushed to hug Fred but he winced even before I could come into contact with him. "My entire body's sore, mother. These heartless people are forcing me to admit to a murder I didn't even commit," he said in a husky tone. More tears ran down my face. After both of us were seated, I finally spoke up, "Fred, I know you're innocent, my sixth sense is literally screaming this at me but I need to hear the truth from your own mouth," I paused to take a deep breath. "Did you do it?" "Kill my stepmother?" Fred calmly asked, leaning closer. "Mother, look me in the eye and tell me you believe I'm guilty." I did as told and all I could see was a void in my son's eyes. There was so much sorrow and emptiness in them. "No." "There," he leaned back in his seat. "You have your answer. I swear on my own life I have nothing to do with stepmother's murder." "I believe you, sonny." "Thanks, mother. But I think you need to get me out of this place before I'm crucified for a crime I didn't commit while the real culprit roams the streets scot free." "I'll try everything in my power to get you out of this place, Fred. There's no way I'll sit by and watch my son's life get ruined all thanks to sheer injustice!" . "I demand to know what evidence you people have which is valid enough for you to lock Fred up and beat him to a pulp as you've done!" I slammed my hands on the reception desk. Sibajene and Helen recoiled. Baison and Curtis rushed to get a hold of me but I warned them not to. "Hell knows no wrath like a woman scorned," I told them. "So if you know what's good for you, you'll keep away from me, Baison and Curtis. And to you Helen and Sibajene, start talking before I bring this police station down with my fury!" "There's been a lead on Fredrick or Logan or whatever his name is on being Angie's murderer ever since she died," Sibajene blurted out. "And nobody bothered to inform the chief of police? That being me?" "We couldn't inform you because this is your son we are talking about," said Helen boldy. "Lest you tip him off and smuggle him out of the country. But one thing is for sure, justice must be served." Sibajene was saying, "We found your son's hair samples in one of the late Angela's many wounds. How the hair got there, that's still a puzzle to us. Plus we also received an anonymous call informing us the baby the deceased had been carrying was Fred's. We did a DNA test and boom, Fred was the father. Officer Zulu, we now have a motive as to why your son could have murdered his stepmother, to hide the abomination which was going on. All that was left was for us to locate your son and being the fool that he is, he booked a lodge using the Logan Meleki ID and that's how we caught him." My head instantly started pounding. I couldn't take all this, not in my condition. I let the tears fall for minutes before finally wiping them. I faced Baison. "Did you know all this?" He bowed his head and shamefully nodded in agreement. "And you didn't bother informing me?" "I couldn't, the superiors up at the central police department made us promise to keep you in the dark. I wanted to inform you, Ali. I really did but I couldn't risk getting fired, could I?" I hadn't realized I had come with my badge and gun until this minute. I took off my badge and unstrapped my gun and then put both of them on the reception desk. "What are you doing?" Baison inquired. "What does it look like to you?" I retorted. "I'm resigning. For years I have worked for the police force with such a passion. I can't believe all of you had the guts to stab me in the back," I sniffed and wiped a tear. "I feel my services are no longer needed here so I'm resigning. I ought to be kept abreast of all the ongoings no matter what but no, I feel I'm just creating a crowd here." "Ali," Baison held my hand. "Please don't make hasty decisions." "I know what I'm doing, Baison. Curtis, let's go." In spite of the late hour, Curtis and I managed to find a taxi which drove us home. "Sibajene mentioned an informant," I said to Curtis once we were in my bedroom. "Tell me the truth and swear on our unborn baby if need be. Was the informant you? Are you the one who informed the police Angie was carrying my grandchild?" Curtis placed his hand on my belly. "No, Ali. I swear on our little one it wasn't me." "Why do I believe you?" "Because you know I'm telling the truth." Him and I embraced and I wept on his shoulder. . For the coming one month, I was really depressed. There had been one court hearing which had been adjourned and from the look of things, Fred could end up being sentenced to life imprisonment. Bob seemed as shattered as I was and mostly, he was spending quite some time over at my place so that we could find a lawyer who'd prove Fred innocent but so far, we weren't getting anywhere. Curtis was also supportive in that he was ready to hire any lawyer no matter how expensive the lawyer might be. Monde showed up at my place one day and literally forced me to go out with her. "You spend almost all the time locked up inside your house," she said as she drove me to God knows where. "wallowing in misery. My God Alicia, can't you see how much weight you've lost? This is not good for either Fred, the unborn baby or you. I'm hoping you'll cheer up after meeting who I'm taking you to. There's this fortune teller in Kabwata, she's really good at what she does. Let her read your palm and foretell your future maybe then you'll relax." "What if she has bad news for me?" Monde shrugged. "Then brace yourself for the bad news too." I wasn't really for the idea of paying a palm reader a visit but Monde could be quite persistent so I had no option but to go. We arrived at the house in Kabwata and Monde parked her car by the roadside. We entered the yard. "This doesn't look like a witch doctor's house to me," I said to Monde in a low tone. "Sshh, she's not a witch doctor but a fortune teller." Monde softly rapped on the door and it was opened by an elderly lady with so many bead necklaces and bangles hanging round her neck and wrists I almost turned to go back. The air around this woman screamed, 'creepy!' "I can see I have clients today," she smiled, warmly. "Please come in." Monde literally pulled me into the house after seeing how hesitant I was. The house had modern furniture. The elderly lady led us to a dining table where we all sat. "I'm mama Makasa. Which of you wants her palm to be read?" "My friend here," Monde hurriedly spoke up. Mama Makasa smiled once again. "Give me your right palm, dear. There's no need for you to be afraid of me, I'm not a witch. Palm reading is a gift or curse as some may call it, which runs through my bloodline. Almost all my forefathers were fortune tellers like me." I heaved a deep sigh and handed her my palm. Mama Makasa began caressing it with her pinky finger and then shut her eyes. Then suddenly, she went into a trance and began saying things about my past that only me knew about. If I thought she was a fraud, I was convinced otherwise when she mentioned that due to stress, there had been a year in which I hadn't had my menses for seven consecutive weeks. Oh boy, I had told no one about this, not even my doctor. Mama Makasa was saying. "I see darkness in your life, but it'll come to pass. As the love of your life says, it's only a phase. Your son has been wrongly accused of murdering his stepmother, the boy is innocent. The real murderer is someone close to you, I can feel them. They are so evil they can go to any extent just to quench their thirst for evil deeds." she then abruptly let go of my hand and gasped. "That's as far as I can go." "Mama Makasa, would you happen to know if my son will be vindicated? As in, will he be found innocent in court?" "Unfortunately, I can't tell. But your son's life is in grave danger so you should prepare yourself for the worst," she ominously warned. "Anything can happen. This world is full of injustice so anything can happen to your beloved son."

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 27. Tears couldn’t seem to stop flowing from my eyes. Why would they when Baison had told me the first fruit of my womb was responsible for the death of Angie? There was no way I was buying such crap! As I shed floods in Baison’s backseat, Curtis tried his utmost best to console and comfort me but I was way too shattered to budge. “Ali,” said Baison as he drove us to the police station. “I’m really sorry the killer turned out to be your son.” “My son is not a murderer,” I retorted in a voice so hoarse I didn’t recognize it as mine. “You hear me, Baison? My Fred isn’t capable of murder, my intuition tells me so! There’s a mixup somewhere and you people are just wasting your time on my son because he’s innocent.” “I can understand the need and obligation to support your keen come what may.” “Baison, if you have nothing soothing to say then I suggest you shut the hell up before I pluck out your teeth and tongue using a pliers!” “Calm down,” Curtis whispered, rocking me back and forth like I were a baby. “Calm down, my love.” “Don’t you tell me to calm down, Curtis. These lunatics have apprehended my son and locked him up, heaven knows they are treating him like a criminal in there!” “Shhh, everything will be alright. This is just a phase which will come to pass too.” There was silence in the car for a few minutes but Baison being Baison, he opened his loose mouth once again. “Dee mentioned Fred might have Bipolar disorder.” I opted to ignore him hoping he’d just shut up once and for all but no, he still kept on talking. “According to Dee, Bipolar disorder is a mental disorder which is associated with manic depression. It causes periods of depression and elevated mood. During periods of elevated mood, an individual may feel abnormally energetic, happy, or irritable. Individuals often make poorly thought out decisions with little regard to the consequences. During periods of depression, there may be crying, a negative outlook on life and poor eye contact with others, this often leads to one committing suicide. The disorder is curable via psychotherapy and it’s rare so Dee isn’t really sure Fred has it.” “And what is that diagnosis by your lovely pregnant girlfriend supposed to insinuate?” I irritably asked Baison. “That my son is capable of murder? Well screw both you and that class A b---h Diana!” “Easy on the language, honey.” Curtis curtly said. “And Baison buddy, please do us all a favour by shutting up.” “If you insist.” “Thank you!” Curtis exhilarated. Upon arriving at the police station, I demanded to see my son, it was Helen and Sibajene at the reception desk but they seemed hostile towards me tonight. “Sure, this way, please.” Helen nonchalantly said as she led me to the visiting room. “You can take a seat.” Curtis and Baison had remained at reception so it was only me in the room. Skeptical and half hoping this was all just a nightmare, I sat. Helen brought with her a shirtless and badly beaten up Fred. He had a black eye and several wounds on his face and chest. I impulsively sprung to my feet. “What have you animals done to my son?” “What we do to people of his kind,” Helen nonchalantly replied. “And please make it fast cause you’ve only got fifteen minutes.” she turned to leave but paused, “Don’t try anything funny, officer Zulu cause we’ve got lots of policemen guarding the police station ever since we brought this criminal in.” with that, she cat-walked herself out of the room. I rushed to hug Fred but he winced even before I could come into contact with him. “My entire body’s sore, mother. These heartless people are forcing me to admit to a murder I didn’t even commit,” he said in a husky tone. More tears ran down my face. After both of us were seated, I finally spoke up, “Fred, I know you’re innocent, my sixth sense is literally screaming this at me but I need to hear the truth from your own mouth,” I paused to take a deep breath. “Did you do it?” “Kill my stepmother?” Fred calmly asked, leaning closer. “Mother, look me in the eye and tell me you believe I’m guilty.” I did as told and all I could see was a void in my son’s eyes. There was so much sorrow and emptiness in them. “No.” “There,” he leaned back in his seat. “You have your answer. I swear on my own life I have nothing to do with stepmother’s murder.” “I believe you, sonny.” “Thanks, mother. But I think you need to get me out of this place before I’m crucified for a crime I didn’t commit while the real culprit roams the streets scot free.” “I’ll try everything in my power to get you out of this place, Fred. There’s no way I’ll sit by and watch my son’s life get ruined all thanks to sheer injustice!” . “I demand to know what evidence you people have which is valid enough for you to lock Fred up and beat him to a pulp as you’ve done!” I slammed my hands on the reception desk. Sibajene and Helen recoiled. Baison and Curtis rushed to get a hold of me but I warned them not to. “Hell knows no wrath like a woman scorned,” I told them. “So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep away from me, Baison and Curtis. And to you Helen and Sibajene, start talking before I bring this police station down with my fury!” “There’s been a lead on Fredrick or Logan or whatever his name is on being Angie’s murderer ever since she died,” Sibajene blurted out. “And nobody bothered to inform the chief of police? That being me?” “We couldn’t inform you because this is your son we are talking about,” said Helen boldy. “Lest you tip him off and smuggle him out of the country. But one thing is for sure, justice must be served.” Sibajene was saying, “We found your son’s hair samples in one of the late Angela’s many wounds. How the hair got there, that’s still a puzzle to us. Plus we also received an anonymous call informing us the baby the deceased had been carrying was Fred’s. We did a DNA test and boom, Fred was the father. Officer Zulu, we now have a motive as to why your son could have murdered his stepmother, to hide the abomination which was going on. All that was left was for us to locate your son and being the fool that he is, he booked a lodge using the Logan Meleki ID and that’s how we caught him.” My head instantly started pounding. I couldn’t take all this, not in my condition. I let the tears fall for minutes before finally wiping them. I faced Baison. “Did you know all this?” He bowed his head and shamefully nodded in agreement. “And you didn’t bother informing me?” “I couldn’t, the superiors up at the central police department made us promise to keep you in the dark. I wanted to inform you, Ali. I really did but I couldn’t risk getting fired, could I?” I hadn’t realized I had come with my badge and gun until this minute. I took off my badge and unstrapped my gun and then put both of them on the reception desk. “What are you doing?” Baison inquired. “What does it look like to you?” I retorted. “I’m resigning. For years I have worked for the police force with such a passion. I can’t believe all of you had the guts to stab me in the back,” I sniffed and wiped a tear. “I feel my services are no longer needed here so I’m resigning. I ought to be kept abreast of all the ongoings no matter what but no, I feel I’m just creating a crowd here.” “Ali,” Baison held my hand. “Please don’t make hasty decisions.” “I know what I’m doing, Baison. Curtis, let’s go.” In spite of the late hour, Curtis and I managed to find a taxi which drove us home. “Sibajene mentioned an informant,” I said to Curtis once we were in my bedroom. “Tell me the truth and swear on our unborn baby if need be. Was the informant you? Are you the one who informed the police Angie was carrying my grandchild?” Curtis placed his hand on my belly. “No, Ali. I swear on our little one it wasn’t me.” “Why do I believe you?” “Because you know I’m telling the truth.” Him and I embraced and I wept on his shoulder. . For the coming one month, I was really depressed. There had been one court hearing which had been adjourned and from the look of things, Fred could end up being sentenced to life imprisonment. Bob seemed as shattered as I was and mostly, he was spending quite some time over at my place so that we could find a lawyer who’d prove Fred innocent but so far, we weren’t getting anywhere. Curtis was also supportive in that he was ready to hire any lawyer no matter how expensive the lawyer might be. Monde showed up at my place one day and literally forced me to go out with her. “You spend almost all the time locked up inside your house,” she said as she drove me to God knows where. “wallowing in misery. My God Alicia, can’t you see how much weight you’ve lost? This is not good for either Fred, the unborn baby or you. I’m hoping you’ll cheer up after meeting who I’m taking you to. There’s this fortune teller in Kabwata, she’s really good at what she does. Let her read your palm and foretell your future maybe then you’ll relax.” “What if she has bad news for me?” Monde shrugged. “Then brace yourself for the bad news too.” I wasn’t really for the idea of paying a palm reader a visit but Monde could be quite persistent so I had no option but to go. We arrived at the house in Kabwata and Monde parked her car by the roadside. We entered the yard. “This doesn’t look like a witch doctor’s house to me,” I said to Monde in a low tone. “Sshh, she’s not a witch doctor but a fortune teller.” Monde softly rapped on the door and it was opened by an elderly lady with so many bead necklaces and bangles hanging round her neck and wrists I almost turned to go back. The air around this woman screamed, ‘creepy!’ “I can see I have clients today,” she smiled, warmly. “Please come in.” Monde literally pulled me into the house after seeing how hesitant I was. The house had modern furniture. The elderly lady led us to a dining table where we all sat. “I’m mama Makasa. Which of you wants her palm to be read?” “My friend here,” Monde hurriedly spoke up. Mama Makasa smiled once again. “Give me your right palm, dear. There’s no need for you to be afraid of me, I’m not a witch. Palm reading is a gift or curse as some may call it, which runs through my bloodline. Almost all my forefathers were fortune tellers like me.” I heaved a deep sigh and handed her my palm. Mama Makasa began caressing it with her pinky finger and then shut her eyes. Then suddenly, she went into a trance and began saying things about my past that only me knew about. If I thought she was a fraud, I was convinced otherwise when she mentioned that due to stress, there had been a year in which I hadn’t had my menses for seven consecutive weeks. Oh boy, I had told no one about this, not even my doctor. Mama Makasa was saying. “I see darkness in your life, but it’ll come to pass. As the love of your life says, it’s only a phase. Your son has been wrongly accused of murdering his stepmother, the boy is innocent. The real murderer is someone close to you, I can feel them. They are so evil they can go to any extent just to quench their thirst for evil deeds.” she then abruptly let go of my hand and gasped. “That’s as far as I can go.” “Mama Makasa, would you happen to know if my son will be vindicated? As in, will he be found innocent in court?” “Unfortunately, I can’t tell. But your son’s life is in grave danger so you should prepare yourself for the worst,” she ominously warned. “Anything can happen. This world is full of injustice so anything can happen to your beloved son.”

this is terrible

lubona,baison,......suspect

I knew Fred was the victim

hope fred gets freed

am suspecting fred

maybe her sister is d killer

This is strange

Ma'am Chimmy please we beg you to come and post for us because the suspense is too much

maybe Curtis is the murdered

alicia, better you start praying for your son now before it's too late

could d killer be lubona? Angie's sister? bcos I don't think Bob can frame his son for a murder he committed

i just hope it is not Curtis bcuz it is going to break her heart once again

what a cruelty life

Ma'am Chimmy please try to update more for us

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 28. Worry and fear for what would befall my son gripped me so hard. Even as Monde drove me home, I couldn't refrain myself from thinking about what danger lay in my Fred's path, heaven knows I wouldn't be able to keep myself in check if anything bad was to happen to my son. "I wish you hadn't taken me there, Monde." "And I wish you'd stop complaining already, Alicia. Mama Makasa told you Fred's innocent, you should be happy instead of whining like you're doing." "And will Mama Makasa's premonition help in my son's case?" Monde shook her head and spared me a glance. "Why don't you just flip the coin and think about the part where there's a lunatic on the leash who can come for you any minute?" "Yeah, let me think about that cause it's the brighter side, right?" I was being sarcastic. "Let me think about the person close to me who's capable of committing murder like they were killing a chicken and then I won't freak out. How convenient! For all I know, the murderer could even be you, Monde." "That's harsh, Alicia. I'm hurt by your words." "I'm sorry," I apologized, leaning my head against my closed window. "It's just that all this has me confused and desperate to find evidence that can prove Fred's innocence." "I can understand, but just have faith in God cause I believe He always paves a way." "Speaking of God, I've just spotted a church. Will you stop the car so that I can go have a talk with Him?" "Sure." Monde pulled up in the driveway. Seeing the trousers I was wearing, she handed me her chitenge(wrapper). She at least was wearing a long dress that almost swept the ground as she walked. I thanked her and together, we went into the church as the door was ajar. Monde and I made our way to the alter where we knelt before a statue of Jesus Christ on the cross. We folded our hands in prayer and closed our eyes. 'Father Lord,' I silently prayed. 'I know I am a sinner but I'll still come before you this afternoon and ask you to please save my son from the injustice that is about to be inflicted upon him. You said in your word that you'll always vindicate your people. I admit my son isn't really righteous but please vindicate him and let the rightful culprit be brought to book.....' I silently said whatever came to mind for the next few minutes and when I finally said 'Amen' aloud and opened my eyes, Monde was already doing the sign of the cross. She too had finished praying. "All shall be well, dear friend," said Monde in comfort, patting my right hand. "God never forsakes his children." "I hope and believe so." . Curtis insisted he drives me to the courthouse as he didn't think I was in the right state to drive with all that was going on. My pregnancy, today being Fred's court hearing day and still there was no evidence to prove him innocent really had me worried sick. Curtis insisted refrain from worrying as that wasn't healthy for our unborn baby. We arrived at the courthouse and went right in. There were so many familiar faces in the courtroom and some strange faces too. On the side of the familiar faces, the following were present, Lubona, Monde, Baison, Diana, Mulenga, Sibajene, Helen, Bob, some of Lubona's relatives and the list goes on. Curtis and I sat on the first pew at the right hand side of the courtroom. I couldn't see Fred anywhere so I presumed he hadn't been brought in just yet. "All rise, the honorable Judge Chiti presiding." Like really? I thought. The Judge's name just had to be Chiti? The court hearing began. Tears welled in my eyes as Fred was brought into the courtroom, in shackles. My son was no murderer thus he didn't deserve to be chained down like a beast. Murmurs erupted in the courtroom as Fred was ushered to the dock. "Silence in court!" barked the Judge and indeed there was silence. After being sworn in, Fred was asked by the Judge, "Mr. Frederick Chizinga, according to the penal code act of chapter 3 of the constitution of Zambia, you're being accused of third degree murder on one Mrs. Angela Habeenzu Chizinga. What plead you, guilty or not guilty?" Fred wasted no time whatsoever. "Not guilty, your Honor." "We shall see to that by the end of this session. Let the trial begin." The lawyer hired by Angie's family was first to question Fred. "Mr. Frederick Chizinga, kindly enlighten us on the sort of relationship you and the deceased had shared." "She was my stepmother and I her stepson. We never really saw eye to eye but we mostly kept ourselves out of each others way." "Why was that?" "She never like me, she had made that clear. Who was I to force a relationship between her and I?" "Sadly, we can't prove whether what you're saying is true or not because Mrs. Chizinga is not here to defend herself." "You can ask my Dad," said Fred. "He's right in this courtroom." "You don't get to tell us how to run the trial," said the lawyer, obviously irritated. "So, would you tell the court why at one point you changed your name from Frederick Chizinga to Logan Meleki?" "That's simple, I did that because I was sick and tired of staying with Dad and stepmother so I decided to get some money from Dad's safe and-" "Get or steal?" the lawyer interrupted. "I'm talking about the money, did you get or steal it? There's a huge difference between getting and stealing so please be clear as you speak." "Objection your Honor," piped up the lawyer we had hired. "It's high time you spoke up," I muttered under my breath from where I was seated. Curtis must have heard as I felt him squeeze my hand and give me the 'everything's gonna be alright' look. "The question is irrelevant to the trial," said our lawyer. The Judge begrudgingly said, "Objection overruled." The other lawyer smiled in victory. "I asked you a question." "You can say I stole it, asked a friend of mine to make me a fake ID and then I flew to Zambia in search of my mother." "Interesting. Where were you on the 17th of February this year? From 9 PM to 12 AM to be precise?" "I was sleeping in the one-roomed house that I had rented in Mtendere. I can even take you there if you like." The lawyer chuckled. "There will be no need for that. Did you or did you not receive a call from your stepmother that night?" "I did receive a call," Fred bravely replied, it was obviously clear he had no skeletons in his closet. "I'd just turned on my phone so I could give my mum a call when the call from stepmother came through. I picked up but no one was saying a thing on the other end of the line so I hang up." "I'm sure you did. What do you have to say about your stepmother carrying your baby before she died?" There were murmurs in the courtroom again but the Judge did his job and there was silence once again. From where Bob was seated, his jaw was almost hitting the floor. It was obvious he was hearing the Fred and Angie fiasco for the first time. "I asked you something, Mr. Frederick Chizinga." Fred fidgeted and I saw his adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed. "I wasn't aware the child was mine but I did sleep with my stepmother, after she literally seduced me." "Yangu tata Lesa natola umupamba wakwa Chibale!" chorused one of Angie's aunts. She was simply talking about an abomination. "If you disturb the proceedings like that once more," warned the Judge sternly. "I'll be forced to have you thrown out of my courtroom." Angie's aunt shut her loud mouth like someone had just poured a bucket of ice atop her head. The Judge beckoned the lawyer to proceed. The lawyer nodded. "We found your hair samples on one of the deceased's wounds and your DNA matched with that of the unborn baby," said the lawyer. He turned to face the Judge. "Your Honor, we already have a motive here. The accused was simply trying his best to keep the abomination that the deceased and him had committed hidden thus he ended her life by brutally murdering her. Why he laid her body on his mother's doorstep is still a mystery to us though. But it is clear the accused is more than guilty for the murder of the late Mrs. Angela Habeenzu Chizinga." "Objection your Honor," our lawyer rose to his feet. "No one is guilty until proven so by the court of law." "Objection sustained." "That will be all," the other lawyer maliciously smiled and went back to his seat. Our lawyer then questioned Fred but his questions seemed irrelevant to me so I zoned out. I couldn't seem to stop myself from thinking about the danger that Mama Makasa had foretold. When I glanced at the familiar faces in the courtroom, I shuddered as I realized one of them was the true murderer. But who could it be? Bob and Lubona were interrogated too and they said almost exactly what they had said back at the police station three months prior to this day. Diana was also brought to the stand concerning the sessions she had had with Fred whilst he was staying with me. "I once believed the accused could have been suffering from bipolar disorder but as it is, he's been tested and he has no mental disorder. That being said, I believe he's a sweet, shy and harmless kid who isn't capable of hurting a fly." I let myself smile. Being a renowned psychiatrist, Diana's words sure would have an impact on the trial, at least that's what I thought. After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally time for the Judge to pass his Judgement. Even as we all rose to our feet as per his instructions, my heart was thumping against my chest that I feared it would fly out of my ribcage. I glanced at Bob and noticed he was as tense as I was, perspiring profusely. Hell, almost everyone present was tense. The Judge was saying, "After listening to the evidence that has been provided and going through the documents myself, I've come to the conclusion that the accused is guilty beyond reasonable doubt. Even though the death penalty isn't advised in our country nowadays, I'll make an exception with this serial killer thus I hereby sentence him to death by being injected with a lethal drug." No sooner had the Judge uttered his last word than I felt lightheaded. Everything in the room was a blur to me as it was spinning and as a result, I passed out.

The judge is wicked

I pray for a miracle

I had this great feeling that Bob knew about the affair and decided to kill Angie and blame Fred as a punishment but his action and reactions make him seem innocent.... it's hard to guess the killer bt maybe whoever poisoned Angie's father killed her too bt whatever reasons I don't know

I think Curtis is the really murderer

What a bitter fate

this judge has been bought!!!! dey don't give final verdict on d 1st hearing of murder case

senator daniel wrote:

I think Curtis is the really murderer

I have the feeling also

chai pple are wicked oo

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 29. ...BOB'S POV... Lately, my life seemed to be crumbling down to shambles. Everything was falling apart to the extent where the ongoings in Chinua Achebe's 'Things Fall Apart' seemed like an understatement to me. Firstly, Angie was murdered by only God knows what psychopath and then my only son Fred was framed for the murder and arrested. As if all this wasn't enough, I just had to find out that Fred had gone to bed with my late wife and the child she had been carrying had been his. Like seriously? To add more salt to the my wounds, Fred had to be found guilty by the court and sentenced to death. Could life get any better? To top icing on the cake, Alicia just had to pass out right there in the courtroom. I rushed towards where she and the Curtis guy were. Alicia lay on Curtis' laps as Diana sprinkled some water on her(Alicia). I really hated the guts of the Curtis dude but I had to be close to him today so as to ensure Alicia was alright. Why, I still loved her. Alicia's maid Mulenga was frantically telling the people who were hovering over Alicia to disperse and leave space for some fresh air. "Does the condition seem serious?" I heard myself ask. Curtis didn't even bother looking at me. "No. I can feel her recoil, she'll come to soon. Dee, more water please." "I'm on it," Diana replied and sprinkled more water on Alicia's face. The cop Baison had now taken off his jacket and was using it to fan Alicia. Monde and Lubona on the other hand just stood like spectators. Alicia finally regained consciousness. "My son," she croaked. "Tell me he'll be alright." Amidst all this commotion, we hadn't even noticed Fred being led away. I peered down at Alicia and seeing her in that condition got me so emotional that I rushed out of the courtroom to where my rented car was parked. I kicked one of the rear tires in frustration and cussed out loud, "Shit, shit, shit! Why does my life have to be this fucked up? Why does that old son of a whore Webster Habeenzu and his bitch for a daughter Angie always have the last laugh even when they are now six feet under, decaying?!" . Fred's execution day was scheduled to take place in two days time. But before that, Alicia and I were allowed to pay him a visit at the central police station where he was being kept. Once in the visiting room, Alicia and I sat beside one another. Her eyes were puffy from all the crying that she had done. "I believe everything's gonna be alright." "You do realize this is your fault, right?" I cocked my head to gaze at her. "My fault? Say what now? Exactly how is all this my fault?" "I can't believe you even have the nerve to ask. Bob, had you not taken Fred with you to Kenya years back none of this would be happening." "And you think blaming me will change things, huh?" "There, that attitude right there," Alicia said, pointing a threatening finger at me. "Bob I swear to you if anything happens to Fred I won't forgive you. I'll turn the earth upside down if need be but I'll make sure you pay for ruining not only my life but Fred's too." I swallowed. I had never seen Alicia this angry. I was thinking of what response to give her when the warden brought Fred in, he was in shackles as usual. As soon as Fred saw his mother and I, he broke down and rushed to hug both of us. "Easy there," I rubbed his back. "Your mother and I are here for you." "Your father's right, we are and we'll always be here for you." We all took our seats. The warden didn't seem to be leaving the room any time soon so it dawned on Alicia and I that we had to talk to Fred in the warden's presence. "How come we could never be happy?" Fred asked after he'd wiped his tears. "How come our lives have to be so full of drama? How come I have to die at the age of 18? How come-" "Sshh," Alicia cut him short, placing her hand on his. "Some things are just beyond our understanding, Fred." "Indeed they're. I believe you two have come to say farewell?" Alicia sighed and the tears betrayed her as they kept on flowing. "I don't want you to think of this conversation as us bidding one another goodbye." "Come on, Mother. There's no need to sugar coat shit so just get on to the farewell part." "Fred," I said. "Watch your language, boy." "Dad, if you're here to chastise me then you might as well just leave." "Relax, Fred." Alicia said. "I- no. Your father and I just want you to know we love you and whatever happens, you'll always be dear to our hearts." "I didn't kill her, I swear." "We know," Alicia and I said in unison. Fred's voice was now choked with emotion. "Then why do I have to pay for someone else's crimes? Why does life have to be so unfair?" "It's life," I feigned toughness. "Sometimes it's fair, sometimes it's not." For the next few minutes, Fred, Alicia and I forgot about our son being executed two days from now and we instead talked about some of the happy memories that we'd created when we were a small happy family. . I sat in my apartment that evening with a bottle of Scotch in one hand. My life was a total mess and the least on my worry list was the fact that I had no job. But a job could wait cause I had enough money in my bank account to cater for my needs for the next three years or so. The biggest problem on my list was the thought of Fred being killed two days from today. WTF? I wasn't going to sit back with my arms crossed across my chest and watch my keen get murdered for a crime he didn't commit, was I? How did I know he wasn't guilty? Because he was my son and I knew him like the back of my hand and so there was no way someone could convince me Fred had killed Angie. Even if Jesus Christ were to descend from heaven and tell me Fred was the murderer, I'd have a hard time believing him. That night, I didn't sleep a wink as I kept on tossing and turning, thinking about how to save my son from this sticky situation he was in. . A day past and now only a day was left before the execution. Let me not even get started on how much tears Alicia was shedding back at home. I had paid her a visit earlier today and the Curtis dude and I had tried our utmost best to console her but no, she just had to cry, cry and cry. I didn't blame her though. After all, she'd had two miscarriages whilst I was married to her and if she lost Fred too, that would surely shatter her. From Alicia's, I went to Manda Hill to grab some necessities. It was while heading to my car with shopping bags in both hands that I ran into Daniel Mkandawire. Does the name ring a bell? Let me refresh your memory a bit if it doesn't. Daniel Mkandawire was the mafia guy who had blackmailed me years back and it was thanks to him that all this was happening. "If it isn't my very own boy, Bobby Chizinga!" "Hello, Daniel. It's nice to see you again but I'm quite busy so I'll just trot along. Have a nice day by the way." "Easy boy," Daniel held me by my elbow and led me to a vacant table where he literally shoved me to a seat. He sat down too. "My friend Webster's no more." "I know, I was even at his funeral." I wasn't in the least way interested in talking to Daniel. "I also heard he was poisoned. Let me guess, you are behind his death." "Ouch," he chuckled. "I'm not but I know who is. You wanna know?" "I'm not falling for your tricks this time you sneaky bastard." "Yeah, right! I'll tell you anyway. It's his lovely daughter Lubona." My mouth went ajar. "Yoh, close that before flies rush in," Daniel mocked. "Believe me you his daughter killed Webster. Why she did it, I still don't know but she did kill him. Rumour has it she might have even murdered her sister." "Why are you telling me all this?" Daniel leaned forward. "Because I owe you one for saving my ass twelve years ago. Bob, I'm not your enemy and I know the pain of losing a son so there's no way I'm wishing that on anyone, not even my nemesis. If you don't believe me then I suggest you go over to Lubona's house and ask her how her Dad died. I'm sure her facial expressions will tell you all that you need to know." . "So, how exactly did father in-law die?" I asked Lubona. It was night time and I was over at her place. Daniel's words had really gotten to me so yeah, here I was. "He was poisoned, Bob. I thought you knew this by now." "Sure. What I don't get is how he was poisoned and why anyone would kill a man as kind hearted as your father had been. All this seems kinda absurd, doesn't it?" "Yeah," Lubona was shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "But Dad's dead, Bob. Why do we have to talk about this right now?" I shrugged. "I'm sorry for being insensitive. I must have guessed this is a sensitive issue for you. After all, he was your father." She forced a smile. "Apology accepted. But I do miss him, I sure do." Once I was outside her house, I gave Alicia a call. "Bob," she picked up after a few rings. "What want you?" "Alicia, I know who the real murderer is. Finally our Fred can be saved." "Bob, tell me you aren't joking cause if you're then drop it cause this is really a sick joke that you pulling." "I'm not joking. The real murderer is-" I was cut short by a blow on the back of my head. I turned and the floodlights outside Lubona's house illuminated an angry Lubona with a huge log in her possession. Before I could react, she hit me a couple of times and I blacked out.

Honestly have been suspecting this lubona for long, she killed her father and Angie

there is hope for Fred to be freed

I said it,,,,

I knew it She want all the wealth to herself

As gentle as she is ...she really is a sick bitch

Trust nobody, wicked world

The world is mystery but it takes few to comprehend what's in

Please ma'am Chimmy one episode a day and continue in 3 days won't help us please. Try and post at least 5 aday like what you did in the other complete posted stories

Pray so that God we take control

how did lubona know that Angie was carrying Fred's child and what were the reasons for killing her and frame fred? she was Alicia's closest pal why would she want to harm her or her son?

So she is the Murder, ..wicked world

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Chapter 30. ...LUBONA'S NARRATION... Have you ever had the chance to listen to Sean Kingston and Nicki Minaj's 'Born To Be Wild'? Anyway, I had it on my playlist and would listen to it almost all the time. Sean, Nicki and I shared something mutual, we were all born to be something. They were born to be wild while I was born to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, a green snake in green grass, a lunatic, a heartless bitch! Call me all sorts of names and I'll gladly accept them. I was born to be envious of other people and hate them. The gene had always been in me even though it might have been recessive to the gene of playing kind hearted girl. But the combination did come in handy, really. Growing up, mum had noticed the evil in me. "Your father doesn't love your sister Angie more than he does you, it's just that your behaviour drives him away. You're too envious of Angie, Lubona. Jealousy is written all over your face everytime you look at her." "Whatever, mother. Just let me be ai? After all we all know I'm the black sheep of the family despite me being barely 13 years old. It's obvious Angie's more intelligent than I am, she's more beautiful than me, everyone adores her while they sideline me, the ugly duckling of the Habeenzu family." "Don't talk like that," said Mum in a motherly tone, cuddling me. "Both you and Angie are our precious gems and your father and I love you equally, don't ever doubt that." 'Yeah right! And you expect me to buy that shit?' I wanted to scoff but I instead just kept quiet. I met Alicia and Monde in grade 8 during my secondary education. We instantly clicked and became friends. And then came the envy I was telling you about. I was now more envious of Alicia than I was of my own sister. I so much wanted to be in Alicia's skin that if people would exchange bodies, I'd gladly exchange mine with Alicia's. More drama, Bob came into the picture and he just had to fall for that stupid Alicia. The dude was a hunk and I had been drooling over him since the first day I led eyes on him and he just had to pick Alicia, of all people. "Come off it," Monde playfully hit the back of my head one day. She had caught me erotically eyeing Bob who stood at a distance, Alicia in his embrace. "Lubona, forget the guy already. He only has eyes for Alicia." "He's handsome and it isn't a crime to gaze at and admire God's handiwork, is it now?" "No, but I don't like the way you always stare at him. It's like you picture him to be a bar of chocolate or something." "Why do I get the feeling you're speaking for yourself?" "Oh please," Monde dramatically exasperated. "Bob's too corny for my liking." "That's because you like uptight guys who are always wearing serious faces," I teased. "Jesus, I wonder how you manage to handle them in bed. I bet they still frown even when they are hitting ejaculation." We burst out laughing. "You're crazy, Lubona." I became crazy when mum died and I fell pregnant out of wedlock three years later. I was only 18 by then. "You can't possibly have this child," Dad had sternly said. "You are getting rid of it and that's final." "I think Dad has a point," said Angie when she came to my room later that evening. "Sis, this child will just ruin your future as it'll bring forth more harm than good. I think the best option is to terminate the pregnancy." And that's how I ended up having an abortion and guess what, the process rendered me childless for life but I didn't find out right there and then, it took years for me to do so. So Alicia now had a child with Bob and they got married a couple of years later. I wasn't happy about this not in the least way possible but I still had to play the perfect best friend cause I was so good in that department. And then something came up and Bob was now going out with my sister. This came as a shock to me, believe me. But being snoopy, I found out it was all Dad's bidding. I had hated Dad ever since I was young and him rooting for Angie to get married to Bob made me even loathe him more but I had to keep cool lest I blow my cover. On the brighter side, I was really happy Alicia and Bob were going on separation for good. If I couldn't have him, neither could she. Bob took Angie and Fred to Kenya with him and I was over the moon. I mean, at least things were happening. Well Alicia's grievance for her son was short-lived as her stupid sister Lisa just had to give birth to the brat Faides and then die, leaving Faides in Alicia's care. Like seriously, who does that? Anyway, that didn't matter. What mattered was I knew where Bob and my sister were all along and yet I didn't tell Alicia. Goodness me, there was no way I was telling her. Why would I do that when I felt so good and content whenever Alicia was crying over her son's whereabouts and how he was doing, blah blah blah. So Alicia moved to Lusaka and I remained in Mufulira, alone. Monde and Dad were now in Lusaka too. Being into fashion and all, I didn't want to get married but still wanted to have a child so I embarked on an adventure to fall pregnant out of wedlock once again but this time I had plans to keep the child all to myself. But guess what, fate had something else in store for me. After years of trying to get pregnant and not achieving my goal, I finally paid a medical doctor a visit and got tested. "What's wrong with me, doc?" His somber expression spoke volumes that I felt tears begin to well in the corner of my eyes. "I can't have children, can I? Huh doctor? Please say something!" "You've ever had an abortion?" asked the doctor without preamble. "Yeah, why?" "I'm sorry but that abortion rendered you childless. Medically speaking, you can never have children." I went home and cried myself to sleep that night. It was then that I realized my life was empty and meaningless. It was then that the thirst for revenge and blood gripped me so hard. I decided to pay my Dad a visit and wanted to confront him but what would that change? Only killing him would make me feel satisfied so yeah, I arranged for him to get poisoned and behold, he was dead before I knew it. Daddy's dead, check. Angie's next on the list. I knew Angie would come for the funeral and then I'd kill her and make her pay for stealing my parents' affection from me. Call me insane but I had no ounce of guilt for killing my father so I knew Angie would be easy to take out of the picture too. After Dad was found dead in his office, I went over to Alicia's to go shed crocodile tears. I softly knocked on the door and lo and behold, her son Fred just had to open the door! How did I know he was Fred? Well Angie and I had been in contact all along and being naive, she'd trusted me with so much information. Information like Fred getting a new face, him going to bed with her and him stealing money from Bob and then later running away from home. "Send me the pictures of his new face," I had told Angie after she'd informed me her twins were now dead and Fred had undergone plastic surgery. Angie hadn't even hesitated. "Right away, sis." "He's cute," I had commented aloud. "Yeah right but he's only a minor." She'd been sending me pics of him since then so there was no way I was forgetting how he looked. But what was he doing at Alicia's place? OMG, had they reunited? "How may I help you?" Fred asked, zoning me out of my reverie. "Is Alicia in?" "Aunt Alicia? She's over at uncle Curtis', that's where she spent the night." I could see how uncomfortable Fred was. It's obvious he recognized me even though he had only been seven the last time we'd seen one another. "Oh, I'm Lubona, Alicia's best friend from Mufulira. I've never seen you around here, what are you called?" "Logan," the boy lied through his teeth and I couldn't be more relieved. This meant Alicia still didn't know he was her son. In fact I was certain she didn't because if she did, she would have told me by now. Trust Alicia to be that chatty. Logan allowed me into the living room where Mulenga offered me a glass of water. As I stole glances at Fred, Angie's words replayed in my mind. "Lubona, I'm doomed." "Why would you say such a thing, little sis?" "Because I'm carrying Fred's baby, isn't that insane?" "Not really. It'll only get insane once you go around blurting out to everyone Fred's the father." "You know there's no way I'm doing that." "There, relax and stop stressing yourself. You know that's not good for the baby." And now seated in Alicia's house with her son within my reach, I couldn't help but smirk. Thanks to my cunning mind, a scheme for the perfect murder had just popped up in my mind, I now had someone to frame. Could life get any better? I excused myself and headed towards the bathroom. On my way back, I did a detour and went into the guest room which I guessed was where Logan or Fred was sleeping and I was right, the clothes in the wardrobe told me so. I went to the dresser and stole his comb, hiding it in my clutch. I left his room unnoticed. . Angie's murder was simple. It was only her and I in the house that night and I used this to my advantage. I snuck into her room somewhere around 11 PM and got a pillow which was beside Angie's dumb head. She was fast asleep and I smiled maliciously as I placed the pillow against her face and pressed it downwards. She struggled and struggled but I overpowered her and within minutes, she lay still like a log. I tossed the pillow aside and let out an evil laugh. "And the bitch is dead, just like that. It's time to get to work now, Lulu babe." I loudly said, undressing Angie. I made sure I was wearing surgical gloves cause I couldn't risk getting caught. After I had undressed Angie, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife. I then went back to the bedroom and had fun drawing random patterns on Angie's torso. Since I had all this meticulously planned out, I then slid Angie's corpse into a body bag for easier transportation. With so much difficulty, I managed to drag the corpse to my car and then drive it to Alicia's place. I had initial plans of dumping the body outside Alicia's yard but when I tried the gate and it budged, I dragged the body to Alicia's veranda instead. Where I got the strength to do so, I don't know but I still managed. Don't argue cause none of you were though ai and neither of you helped me with the dragging of the heavy goddamn body! It was then that I decided to pull my final string. I unzipped the body bag and tossed the corpse on the veranda and then later placed strands of Fred's hair on one of the many wounds I had inflicted on Angie. As I said, this was a perfect murder. On my way home, I used Angie's phone to give Fred a call. Getting his line was one of the simplest things I had to do so yeah, I had it. Fred picked up after a few rings. He kept on talking but I hang up on him without saying a word. I didn't sleep an ounce that night as I had cleaning to do. Scrubbing Angie's blood off the tiles of the bedroom floor, burning the covers she'd lain on and the body bag, getting rid of her phone, etc. The following day, I gave the police an anonymous call and informed them Angie had been carrying Fred's baby. Four months on, everything was going according to plan and Fred was even sentenced to death. I seriously needed a pat on the back for pulling such a stunt so perfectly that nobody even suspected me of being the real murderer. At least that's what I thought until Bob turned up at my house one evening, asking all these questions about my late father. I knew right there and then something was amiss so as soon as Bob left, I followed him and grabbed a log whilst I was at it. Lo and behold, Bob just had to confirm my suspicions by giving Alicia a call and telling her he knew who the culprit was. I reacted before he could even utter my name and poom, he lay unconscious at my feet. I glanced around the street and smiled when I noticed nobody had witnessed me hitting Bob. Well, he was in my way so I had plans of killing him too and then Alicia would follow on my to do list. I couldn't risk getting caught and spending the rest of my life behind bars, no way! So I was willing to go to extreme lengths just to keep myself from getting locked up, even if this meant killing two more people.

Lubona u are the she devil

this is y i say that women is the most dangerous,wickid and heartless creature on earth and can do anything to satisfy their selfish desire without any justifyable reason.

Who must have done that?

Oh God I pray someone should help u, why would she kill her father an sister, she want to be alone in the world?

so you are the green snake under green grass, lubona. and as gentle as you are

this is real wickedness and selfishness

Hey this lady is insane

this unbelievable

Unbelievable! anyway I knew she did it but her reasons for doing it doesn't make any sense I think she needs help

I swear she's is mentally disturbed. Oh poor Fred I pray God saves u

what a world... your own blood sister

Ahhhh, this woman is crazy

ehn-ehn, so you are really this wicked

next please

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . . Chapter 31. ...ALICIA'S POV... There comes a time in life when all one wishes for is a miracle. I had reached that exact point in my life. All I could do was pray and practice dry fasting, asking God to please save my Fred from being executed. I'd been praying and fasting ever since Fred was declared guilty and I was doing the exact same thing tonight when Curtis barged into my room, looking angry. "What's this I'm hearing?" I did a sign of the cross before getting up from where I had been kneeling. "And what is that that you're hearing, huh Curtis? As you can see, I'm doing something important so please quit beating around the bush and go straight to the point." "Is it true you're starving our child?" "Who told you that?" "Faides mentioned you're in your room praying and she also mentioned you're fasting. What's all this insanity?" "Curtis, are you being for real? My Fred only has less than 24hrs left before he's executed and I'm here asking God for a miracle and you have the guts to look me in the face, calling me insane?" "That's not what I meant, baby," said Curtis grimly, holding my hands. "I'm as concerned about Fred as you're, believe me. But Ali, need I remind you you're carrying a baby that literally depends on your health to survive?" "I'm perfectly healthy," I argued. Curtis smiled a weary smile. "I know, but the baby needs food so stop being adamant and feed it." "But that means I'll have to break the fast, darling. I promise as soon as God grants-" I was cut short by my ringing phone. I picked it from the bed, the caller ID read Bob. "Are you going to answer the call or not?" "It's Bob." "Yeah, just pick up. I don't mind, seriously." That's why I loved Curtis, he was so understanding. Other men would have staged a jealousy scene right there and then. Anyway, I ended up picking the call despite being skeptical. "Bob," I said after picking up. "what want you?" "Alicia, I know who the real murderer is. Finally our Fred can be saved." "Bob, tell me you aren't joking cause if you're then drop it cause this is really a sick joke you pulling," I said, not wanting to get my hopes up. "I'm not joking, the real murderer is-" Bob was disrupted by something going on where he was, I heard him grant and then moan out in pain. "Bob? Bob!" I frantically called but the only response I got was the line being cut. "Shit," I cussed as I tossed my phone across the bed in frustration. "He could at least have told me the name!" "Baby, what's going on? You look tense." "Tense? I'm about to blow up, Curtis," I was so frustrated that I was on the verge of yelling or breaking down. "Bob called me to tell me he knows Angie's real murderer and before he could even utter their name..." I trailed off when realization hit me. "Curtis, Bob indeed knows who the real killer is! Holy Mary, Bob's life is in danger, Curtis. My intuition tells me so! We need to save his life before he ends up like Angie." I was now pacing the room back and forth and Curtis had to hold me for me to stop. "Alicia, calm down. Breathe in and out.. Yes, that's it. Now I know what you're telling me is serious but how will we help Bob when we don't even know where he is? Can you perhaps trace his call or something?" "No, Curtis. You only trace someone's call when you're connected, I'm talking about a call." I bit my lower lip in thought and snapped my fingers. "I know what to do, I'll give Baison a call so that the police can be aware Bob's life is in danger. Curtis, this is a sign from God, my prayers have been answered!" I grabbed my phone from the bed and was dialing Baison's line when I heard Curtis clear his throat. "Um, Alicia?" "What?" "I just don't want you to get your hopes up, what if the Bob guy's just pulling your leg?" "Fred's his son too, remember? Bob loves Fred as much as I do so he can't joke about such a delicate matter. Relax, everything will be fine in due time. Whoever's responsible for Angie's murder and framing my son for it will pay cause their time's up." "Baison, Bob's life is in danger." "Alicia, calm down and talk slowly. What do you mean Bob's life is in danger?" Baison inquisitively inquired on the other end of the line. "Because he just gave me a call..........." I narrated my conversation with Bob and what had come after that. "Have you tried calling him back?" "Actually, no. But Baison, I'm certain the real killer has abducted him." "But what you've just told me kinda makes sense cause I've always been doubting Fred of killing Angie. Alicia, I promise my team and I will try everything in our power to locate Bob." "I trust you to do just that." "But Ali," said Baison hesitantly. "Please don't get your hopes up." "I won't, Baison. And I'm wishing you the best of luck." "Thanks, we sure do need the luck." . It had been an hour after I'd given Baison a call and no news had come up yet. So far, their search was proving futile. Seated in the living room with my eyes fixed on the T.V but my mind somewhere else, I racked my brains trying to figure who the killer might be but no, I still ended up going back to square one, where I had no clue with regards to the killer whatsoever. Curtis was seated with Faides on the same couch but I could feel his gaze penetrating me, obviously worried about me to the core. I was startled out of my dazed state by my ringing phone. Itching for news thinking it was Baison calling, I didn't even bother checking the caller ID. "Baison, he's phone's not going through. Have you found him yet?" "Alicia, it's not Baison. It's me, Lubona," sobbed Lubona on the other end of the line. "Lubona? Are you crying? What's wrong?" "I can't tell you over the phone, boo. I need someone to talk to and you and Monde are the only friends I have. I would have given Monde a call but I'm guessing she's busy tending to- to her husband and kids. I really need a shoulder to lean on, Alicia. Can you please come over?" I glanced at my wristwatch, 20:57. "Sure, Lubona. What are friends for? I'll be on my way asap." "And where are you going to at this hour?" "Darling, my best friend has a crisis and we've been friends for as long as I can remember so there's no way I'm deserting her in her time of need." "I'm coming with you." "No you're not, Curtis L. Maliti," I hotly said. "There's no need for you to make me feel like a kid by being so overprotective. I'm turning 35 in a month's time and I might have resigned but I'm also still a very good cop so yeah, I can take perfect care of myself." "But you no longer have a gun with you." I couldn't help but smile. "What do I need a gun for? I'm going to see my friend, not Angie's murderer so relax." Curtis sighed in defeat. "One can never win a fight with you, can they?" I giggled and called for Mule, asking her to bring me my car keys which were in my room. On the dresser to be precise. As I was waiting for the keys, Faides said, "It's been long since you took me for a drive, mummy. Can I come with you?" "But what will you do at aunt Lubona's, huh Faides? Unlike at aunt Monde's, there are no friends for you to play with at Lubona's place." "I'll watch cartoons or something," she pleadingly said. "I promise I won't disturb." Knowing how stubborn Faides could get, I agreed she comes with me. "Really?" was all Curtis said. "Come on, we've been through this already. Faides and I will be fine so just relax." Mule brought my car keys and Faides and I stood up to leave. Curtis got up too. "Seems I'm not needed here so I'll go home and check on Dee. She must be getting lonely." Curtis and I shared a brief kiss outside and I got into my car and drove off with Faides occupying the passenger's seat. When I arrived at Lubona's, I gave her a call and she came to open the gate for me. I got out of my car and a red eyed Lubona rushed to hug me. "I'm shattered beyond words, Alicia." I cupped her face. "What's going on, Lubona? Please tell me." "You need to see this for yourself," Lubona sniffed. "Let's go inside, please." Faides hopped out of the car. "You brought your daughter with you?" "Yeah, anything wrong with that?" "No," said Lubona, more defensively than hurriedly. "Let's all go in then." Lubona ushered both Faides and I to the study. She somehow forced me to be in front of her. "You won't believe what's in the study," she kept on repeating. And even as I opened the door, I felt a strange vibe course through my veins. And then I spotted Bob tied to a chair, his head dangling by the side, almost resting on his right shoulder. He was unconscious! That's when all the pieces fell into place. Lubona was the culprit after all. But how? Why? I turned to look at her and there she stood, my alleged best friend had a pistol in one hand and in the other, she held Faides by the neck. The gun was pointed directly at Faides' temple. Lubona flashed me a devious smile, "I have you where I want you, whore. And you bringing this brat along has just spiced things up for me. So, I'm guessing you've figured I'm the ruthless murderer whose been on the loose for like four months now? Yeah, but guess what, you're taking this information to the grave cause that's where you'll be a few days from now." "Why are you doing this, Lubona?" "We'll chit chat later but for now you'll do as I say. One wrong move and I'll blow your sister's daughter's brains off. My bad, your niece's brains off." "You'll pay for this, you cunning backstabbing witch!" "You'll pay for this, you'll pay for that. Talk is cheap, my friend. Now get into the study as I follow you behind. I repeat, one wrong move and I'm killing this stupid niece of yours."

Interesting development... Lubona u are a good actor

Nice @chimmy

This lady ( lubona) is insane

Ride on @chimmy

Lubona ur end is near

you are so stubborn Alicia

Now Psycho u have made ur mistake

hmmmmmm,,,, I wish, Curtis will change his mind and Hav u followed

at least there is a lead, if anything happens. Curtis knows where Alicia went

Lubano you need help

good for you alicia, you don't even have gun yet you stopped curtis from following you

you just put that little girl's life in danger, i hope someone will save you before it's late

inu maajin oooo

#BITTER_LOVE. . . . . . Last Chapter Motherhood isn't all about falling pregnant and keeping a child in one's womb for nine months and then later giving birth to it. True motherhood may involve the process of pregnancy and raising a child but raising a child too can qualify to be true motherhood even if you weren't the one who gave birth to the child in question. Hope I'm making sense though. Anyway, I loved Faides to the extent where I decided to do as Lubona wished. Eh, I couldn't risk her shooting my baby weh. I had seen Lubona's handiwork firsthand and so I knew better than provoking her. It was more than obvious she was a raving psychopath. Speaking of the psychopath, she had seen to it that I'd handed her my phone and tied Faides up, next to Bob. Imagine the irony of me tying my own daughter up. I was still crouched down, tying Faides up when I felt a blow at the back of my head and it was lights out for me. When I came to, I was tied to another chair and my head was pounding like hell. Lubona on the other hand was seated atop her father's desk, her legs crossed and a glass of wine in one hand and the gun in the other. The lunatic was obviously having the time of her life. "And my nemesis is finally awake, let the fun begin. Can we toast to that?" Lubona mocked. "Oops, all of you goddamn losers have your legs and hands tied up. Tututu, how sad." "Why are you doing this?" Bob asked, as if reading my mind. Lubona smiled. "That's an easy question. I'm doing this because I was born to do it. You don't get what I'm saying, do you? Okay, pay attention and listen to this tale......." The more she spoke, the more convinced I was that she was definitely nuts. I mean, who envies other people to the extent of backstabbing their own best friend, killing their father and sister? As if that weren't enough, holding their best friend, her baby daddy and daughter hostage? After what seemed an eternity, Lubona finally finished narrating her tale. She was raving with raucous laughter by the time she was done. She got off her desk and approached Faides who was silently shedding tears. "You sure are a replica your bitch mama Lisa." "Lubona!" "Shut the hell up, Alicia! When I'm here you don't run the show so you better keep that sewer you call a mouth shut before I sew it for you, trust me to literally do that if crossed." I sighed in defeat. This was it, nothing remains hidden forever under the sun so I guess today was the day Faides had to find out I wasn't her biological mother. "Faides," said Lubona, peering down at my daughter. "I know you deem your mother a goddess who isn't capable of hurting you in the least way possible. Now I'm telling you she isn't your mother as your mother died a few hours after giving birth to you. Alicia is your aunt, you little brat. Your aunt, you hear?! What do you have to say about that?" Faides didn't reply. "Lubona, she's only but a kid, why can't you spare her?" Bob asked. "And Alicia, what's Lubona talking about?" "Not now, Bob, please." "Yeah right," scoffed Lubona. "When if not now? And you little brat, I thought I asked you a question. Why aren't you replying?" "I'm not replying because to me, mummy will always be my mum. After all, she's the only mother I've known all my life so it doesn't matter whether she's my real mother or not," said Faides bravely. She spared me a glance and smiled. "And mum's always told me some things are better left hidden for a reason so I'm guessing there was a very important reason as to why mum hadn't told me she wasn't my real mother." Clearly infuriated, Lubona put down her glass of wine and smacked Faides hard across the face. "You're as rude as your old sack of shit for a mama!" she bellowed. Bob had to intervene. "For the love of God, leave the child out of this you psychopath!" "What did you just call me, a psychopath? You'll know I'm definitely one and a half by the time I'm through with the whole lot of you." Now you must be wondering why I was just silent as all this drama unfolded. Well my mind was focused on getting me freed and I think I was making progress. Lubona hadn't really tied me up tightly so as I rubbed the rope against the legs of the chair I was tied to, I could feel myself achieving my goal. Not really soon though. Lubona was now looming over Bob. She held his chin up with the aid of the barrel of her pistol. "Oh, you handsome son of a slut. I loved you, Bob. Oh my God, who I'm I kidding? I still love you," her tone was dreamy. "If only you hadn't picked this bland Alicia, none of this would be happening. But anyway, what's done is done." She leaned forward though and kissed Bob's lips. "Oh how much I've waited to feel your soft lips on mine, this is a dream come true." She had barely uttered her last word when Bob spat in her face. Wrong move! I screamed in my head. And indeed it was a wrong move as Lubona ended up hitting Bob's temple with the but of her gun and blood began to dribble from the wound she'd inflicted on the side of his head. She then wiped his spit off her face with the back of her hand. She was now standing right in front of me, a malicious smile on her face. "If it isn't our feisty cop. What can you do now, madam police officer?" "Lubona, we've been friends since forever, can't we at least talk this through? Like civilized people?" "Civilized people my black ass," she laughed. "And don't you dare pull that card on me cause it ain't working. I ain't no goddamn dumby so none of your negotiation tricks will work on me." She sighed and went back to pick her glass of wine which was stationed at Faides' feet. Faides was loudly sobbing. "Will you shut up already? Alicia, please tell this your daughter to shut up before I put a bullet in her mouth." "Faides, keep calm, baby. Everything shall be alright." "You're such a pathetic liar," Lubona made her way to the desk and took her original posture. "Just tell the girl neither of you is leaving this place alive. Speaking of which, who should I kill first?" Lubona was twirling her gun round. "Maybe I should do piki piki napikidoli or as you all know it, mini mini mo." "Um, Lubona," Bob croaked. "I'm single now and free to mingle so why don't you just let Alicia and Faides go and then you and I can go overseas and get married. We then can have a dozen kids and lead a happy life." Lubona burst into laughter. "How funny, Bob. But I'm not buying that crap so try something better, something more believable." I was still trying to free my hands and I think I was slowly getting there. "Lubona, how about you think about my unborn baby and reconsider?" I was only blabbering this in a bid to distract her and buy myself some time. "If I was capable of murdering my heavily pregnant sister who was carrying my own nephew or niece by the way, what makes you think I'd think twice about killing you who's only carrying a zygote, huh Alicia?" My arms were now free, yes! I now had to untie my feet. "You've got a point there. How about Bob, you claim to love him so I don't get why you'd wanna kill him too." "That's a quite challenging one. Yes I love Bob but I think we weren't meant to be in this lifetime so we'll probably be together in the after life or something." As I was untying my feet, I noticed Bob was doing the same too. No wonder he'd been so quiet. So Lubona wasn't as smart as she thought she was after all, neh? I winked, urging him on. Lubona was saying, "Why all these useless questions? Wait a minute, are you-" "Too late, bitch!" I pounced on her and together, we went rolling on the table, sending books and other documents flying as we were entangled in this brawl. All I wanted was to disarm Lubona but the witch seemed to be holding on to the gun for dear life that she only let go of it when we heard a gunshot and Faides let out a piercing scream. At first I thought she'd been shot but actually, it was Bob who had received a gunshot on his shoulder. Blood was now oozing from his gunshot wound. Amidst all this commotion, I managed to punch Lubona hard in the face and I slapped her gun hand and she let go of the gun which went spinning across the floor and for some reason, stopped right at Bob's feet. I did a fast maneuver and was in no time holding Lubona hostage, her hands pinned behind her back and there was no way she was freeing herself from my grip. Bob picked the gun up as he had finished untying himself and he aimed it straight at Lubona's forehead. He smiled and said, "The hunter's now the prey, not so? Isn't this ironic?" Lubona struggled, trying to free herself from my iron grip. "Tough luck, honey. But I believe jail's awaiting you," I mockingly whispered in her ear. "This isn't over yet," she hissed. "This isn't over yet!" Just then, we all heard a voice boom outside the house, "Lubona Habeenzu, this is the police! We know you're in there holding Bobby Chizinga, Faides Maliti and Alicia Zulu hostage. Please surrender yourself before things turn sour!" I couldn't help but smile. "Perfect timing, Baison my dude," I said, more to myself than anyone. I told Bob to give me the gun and untie Faides as I led Lubona outside. "How does it feel to know you're finally going to pay for your goddamn sins?" "Screw you." "Whatever," I said as I shoved Lubona out through the front door. "I must admit I didn't expect this from you." "Yeah right, life is full of surprises. Not all that glitters is gold and not all smiles are genuine." "You're right, Lubona. And you've really done a great job at teaching me this." We were now on the porch. In Lubona's yard were several police officers stationed at almost all exists. I noticed Baison smile as soon as he saw me, Curtis sighed in relief beside him. "Am Alicia Zulu after all," I loudly bragged as I led Lubona down the porch steps. "This Tonga girl's no match for me so here she is. Make sure she-" I felt an excruciating pain in my belly. Lubona had apparently jabbed her elbow in my now slightly visible baby bumb and the pain I felt forced to let go of her, the gun fell with a clatter too. She sprinted for the gate even though there were policemen sited there, sealing all exits. Even as Baison shouted, "Don't open fire!", several bullets were now being lunged into Lubona's body. Like a log, she collapsed on the lawn. Curtis was now holding me, leading me to the lawn. "Are you sure you're alright?" "Yes, Curtis. But I don't think she is," I pointed a finger at Lubona's unconscious body which lay face down on the lawn. "I thought I ordered you not to open fire," Baison fumed as he made his way to where Lubona lay and tossed her body over, feeling her pulse. "She's dead," he announced. I didn't know how to feel nor react so I just said, "Oh." Curtis exasperated, "The wages of sin is death, may her soul rot in hell." "Curtis?!" "What? The witch was a mean one so you don't expect her to go to heaven, do you now?" Several police officers present shared hearty laughter at Curtis' words. "Mummy!" Screamed Faides. I turned and rushed to hug her. "We made it out alive, baby. We really did." After that, I gave Bob a hug too. He deserved one after what we'd just gone through. Baison then offered to drive him to the hospital and have his wounds(Bob's) treated. I'm guessing you want to know how the police came to know we were being held hostage, not so? Well, some dude called Daniel Mkandawire had wanted to get in touch with Bob and when he noticed the calls weren't going through, he knew something was wrong somewhere so he informed the police about Lubona and all that. And then Baison tried to call me and inform me about the latest news but when he couldn't get through to me too, he gave a Curtis a call. I'm sure you can connect what happened after that. . The following day, Fred was released from prison and all charges against him were dropped. "Mum, I feel like I'm dreaming," said Fred in disbelief as he, Bob and I went to where Bob's car was parked. "I just can't believe I've evaded death." "That's all God's doing," I said. "And we should sanctify His name for this." Bob abruptly stopped and he ordered we share a family hug. "We promise we'll make up for lost time," Bob and I said in unison. When Monde heard about Lubona, she shook her head in dismay. "That girl can cause one never to trust their friends. She was indeed a green snake in green grass and I'm happy she's joined people of her caliber in hell." "You can say that again." . For once in a long time, our lives moved on normally for the following five months. Curtis and I got engaged on the same night that Baison and Diana got engaged too and when the time for Diana to have her baby came, she gave birth to a baby girl while I gave birth to a boy two days later. Fred was now staying with me but he also spent some days over at his father's place. And I almost forgot to fill you in, I resumed work five months after giving birth to my son whom Curtis and I had named Cornelius. Faides on the other hand was over the moon to have a baby brother and an elder brother. To her, I was and would always be her mother. ...EPILOGUE... The Maliti mansion was located in Lusaka's New Kasama. The mansion's walls held with them so many happy memories. Baison Daka and his wife Mrs. Diana Maliti Daka and their 17 year old daughter Megan had lived in that house for 15 solid years and so had Curtis L. Maliti, his wife Mra. Alicia Zulu Maliti and their two children Faides Maliti and Cornelius Maliti. It was on a stormy night when all of them had decided to sit in the living room. There was a power cut and Fred who had come over hurriedly said, "Why don't we tell stories as we wait for power to come back?" Bob who had spent the last seventeen years single but always finding solace in hookers said, "I like that idea, sonny." "But daddy," chirped in Fred's only son. "What sort of stories?" Yes, Fred now had a wife and son but his wife worked as a nurse at a certain hospital and she was currently busy so she wasn't present for this family gathering. "Mum says dad, uncle Curtis, aunt Alicia, Fred, uncle Bob, and not to forget she, have been through a lot," piped up Megan who had a loud mouth. "I'd like to hear that story in detail." Alicia who was seated beside her husband smiled. "I love your suggestion, Megan. I think I'll open the platform by beginning my tale first." And for the next 6 to 7 hours, Alicia, Bob, Curtis, Baison, Diana, Faides and Fred took turns narrating the story of their life. All this while, Fred's 9 year old son Jackson, Curtis and Alicia's son Cornelius and Baison and Diana's daughter Megan intently listened and they couldn't help but be mesmerized by how much their folks had gone through. As the narrators told their tales, they couldn't help but shake their heads in amazement when they realized that they had indeed endured all this BITTER LOVE. **********THE END**********

nice ending

wow!!!! dis is wonderful,,,, I love dis. and as for lubona, did she think she will go unpunished? the wages of sin is death

nice1 Keep it up

Wow Nice ending

wow! am happy for the turn out of event

Lovely story And BTW Lubano say hi to Mr Devil in hell

Interesting..... Waooo

Hmm u alone do all this? u are unbelievable

Lubona u are sick in the head, na wow

And the storm is finally over... What a bitter love

thank God, sinners always pay even if it drags on for a long time. am happy for all those characters

wonderful

wow thas all i can say

nice story

Alicia should act as if she doesn't care anymore

For sure, I too

I wished Lubona had spent some years even days in Prison before dying

Seated

Hmmmm

Something is wrong or fishy

Bob ur decision is bad

CONTINUE

People no get joy o so finally they don make am divorce his wife

Mmmmm

Too bad angela is suffering what she didnt commit

What a life it blow u were it pleases

Keep the fire burning

Let's wait and see what happens after

Mr crutis what u did is bad and uncalled for

What a small world

Why na mr. biason?

Emotional moment

Maybe mr crutis has a sad story too

So mr crutis is the father of fardes

Life is full of surprises

Who is he?

Time will tell

What happened?

Bob u see ur life

Karma reign

i hope it is not fred

Mr crutis wrong move

Omg oh no i hope is not what i thinking

I'm beginning to suspect angie's sister or bobby

Wow

The real killer is found at last

Eyah too pathetic

Thanks for diz wonderful fiction story