The wind seemed to roar in range, blowing dry gold sand in lina's face. She bit her lower lip in disgust, curse the damn wind she yelled in her head. In her famous brogues she majestically stagerred on.
"Block 1, 2, 5, 6" she glanced the other way, "bloody 3" she spat out.
Still staggering lina said her familiar
favour prayer. She reached for her fone in her bag and dialled the last number for rhe umpteenth time since the past hour. Usually she wasn't so dull but today was a very bad day, a lot was running through her troubled head and not even a bottle of aspirin could fix the pain.
"Im at block 3" she politely whispered into the phone.
Almost immediately the door to block 3 swung open. The owner, fair, slender, perfect in vintage pants and a floral blazer waved at her with a smile brightening up her young gorgeous face.
"Go-good afternoon madam" lina mumbled.
"Good afternoon, mrs ansah" the beautiful smiled letting out a richly manicured hand.
Lina shook it and said nothing. She managed a dry smile, she was exhausted. They strolled into the luxury furnished apartment living room and the exotic fragrance travelled through her nostrils.
"Nice apartment" she confessed.
"Thank you." Mrs ansah blushed.
"Please have your seat let get you a glass of juice"
Lina sank in the chair, took in a deep breathe and felt her stress ease away. Her juice was served as executively as lina would have dreamed of executivity. She shamelessly but styshlishly sipped it in.
"So lina, miss or Mrs sorry?"
"lina works for me, im divorced" she smiled.
"Kids?"
"Two, beautiful girls"
"I see, I have two boys"
"Cute" lina replied dryly.
"Thanks." She said sitting and straightening up. There was silence, cold silence. Mrs ansah broke it.
"So how is he treating you? "
"Good enough" lina said with ice cold juice in her mouth.
"I don't know if I should be happy or jealous for you."
"Be in-different, I would if I were in your shoes" they both giggled.
"My bad is I don't know how to hold a grudge, I never resented him, I want to, but " her voice was shaking now, tears were gathering behind her cute brown eyes, she cleared her throat.
"You don't have to feel bad about yourself, we all have our shortcomings, I've been in your shoes, my ex husband, I still think of him and smile, like it's a mistake im proud of"
"I wake up everyday reminding myself that marrying him was a mistake, a mistake im most ashamed of, he ruined my life dreams. He ruined everything."
" he's changed, he's really-"
"Martin can't change! He's a dirty scum bag, a God forsaken chicken livered piece of gabage, that bastard can't change to save his life" Mrs ansah yelled and cursed.
Lina watched the outburst, in awe and total coldness, she wasn't thinking, she just sat still watching and reminiscing on the swift transformation from sweet, soft and classy to cold hard and trashy. She swallowed her saliva to wet her suddenly dry throat. Still watching.
"Excuse my outburst" Mrs ansah begged and stood abruptly. " excuse me" she ran away.
Her guest, sitting, watching, waiting, observing and remembering.
Two days ago, as she was struggling to put her dishes in the rack and run to the shower to wash away her tiredness. Her phone began to ring.
"Hello! Good evening" she answered.
"Good evening, im mrs ansah, Martin's ex-wife"
Cold silence.
"Im sorry to bother you, but I just got your contact and I desperately needed to talk to you."
"Oh-kay" lina paused.
"Please can we see sometime,soon enough if you don't mind."
"Whats the problem? " lina queried.
"I just need to talk to you and over the phone seems rather inappropriate. "
Not thinking lina answered
"Send me your address, noon tomorrow" she offered.
"Wow! I will! So soon, so easy, thank you I will."
"Welcome. Good night. " lina emded the call. She was too exhausted for unpleasant surprises and she could hold on the suspence till tomorrow noon.
She sipped her juice now, it was soothing relief. Still waiting.
Inside, Mrs ansah put her self together, she washed her face in the kitchen sink, dried her hands and raced for the door. Pausing and abruptly turned back, her eyes fixated, the cloud clearing in her head, she reached for the knife rack, her emotion wasn't going to get the best of her today, her plan was her plan, anyone could ruin her dreams but no one dared tamper with her plans. She would do it, she could do it, she had to do it.
She turned and continued in her previous direction. Knife perfectly tucked in her expensive pants, her floral blazer encouraging its hide.
written by Amanosi Kadiri
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