Five days have passed. I only saw Elan once or twice during those five miserable days. He had to be in and out, making preparations for his travel arrangements and his citizenship and so forth. At times, I would have felt neglected but I did understand. The news finally sank in that he wasn’t going to be in Jamaica for a while – 12 long months, or only a year, whichever sounded shorter.
I looked at the ring he had blessed my left finger with. I was somehow feeling like a lucky woman. Too busy my mom had been, she hadn’t even noticed the way my finger twinkle. She hadn’t figured that in a little over a year, her daughter would be Mrs. Elan. I felt as if a thousand butterflies were in my chest by just the thought of it.
So, it was 8:25 that night, five minutes away from the time we had agreed on hooking up. And there was the moon above, just as Elan had predicted, and maybe there were even stars in the sky. I unwrapped myself from my towel after properly cleaning my body for the past two hours for Elan. He wasn’t going to see my body, touch my body or even taste my body for a long, long time. All of me belonged to him that night, in whatever way he wanted me, wherever he wanted me.
I looked myself in the mirror and then I climbed into my shortest pink dress, covering this tiny lace lingerie I had bought for the precious time we were going to spend by the lake nearby. That experience was going to be like no other and I was so desperate to bear his child. I did feel a bit nervous at first but after seeing my hips protruding my short pink dress, I knew I was ready.
So, I left my house and hurriedly went over to his. I was outside. I wasn’t allowed further than his gate because his aunt hated the fact that a girl from Porus was dating her trophy nephew. Let’s put it this way. His aunt hated me; she hated even the air I breathe. She hated me more than how a preacher hated sin. And can I tell you, the feeling was pleasantly mutual because I hated Elan’s aunt more than how butter hated a fireplace. And, of course, I would have expected her to hate me after I’ve told her that the only reason she hates me was because she wanted her nephew for herself. And I did mention that, these sort of stuff don’t work around here. Yeah, I know I was been rude, forward and fresh but I couldn’t see the point in her overly protecting her grown-up nephew from me, a grown-up ambitious young lady. And, of course, I would seize every opportunity to leave my kiss marks on his neck, just for her to see them. “I’m the owner,” I giggled.
“Elan?” I hollered.
There was no answer.
Still no answer.
“Why you have big woman waiting on you, Elan?” I grinned.
There was still no answer.
Enough of this now. “ELAN!!!”
The verandah lights suddenly came on. And the doorknob started turning. My heart started pounding my chest, in a vicious sort of way. Too anxious was I to see what he would be wearing or wouldn’t be wearing. There had been this throbbing going on somewhere inside of my dress. The front door groaned as it opened. This, it would always do. So, his miserable aunt would always know when I would come by and snatch him away like a thief in the night. “She need fi find her own man,” I grinned.
The door finally opened up. But Elan wasn’t the one standing there.
And what this board-face woman wants? I wanted to say, but I held my tongue. The way my body was perked up for Elan, I couldn’t have allowed anyone or anything to rob me of any energy.
She walked toward me, wearing this floral night robe. She tied the strings, tightening it around her waist. “Why doesn’t this woman go to bed?” I whispered. At least, she wasn’t carrying a pot of hot water. And she smiled. I’m not liking the look of this, I said in the back of my head. That woman had never given me a smile.
“Good night, Darling.”
What the heck is happening? I wondered.
“Elan’s not here, Deisel,” she smiled.
He went by the lake already? I was just about to ask her but I pursed my lips.
“Just a slight change of plans.”
“A slight…change of plans?”
“Yes, Deisel. Elan went to Kingston earlier this evening. And he’ll be staying there so he can catch his flight, which leaves at 2am tomorrow.”
I felt this sharp pain in my head. My legs became weak. I knew that wretch was telling a lie. Elan wouldn’t have left without saying anything to me, not after what we had planned for that night.
“He said he would give you a call,” she brightned.
I pulled my phone from my bosom and then I speed-dialed my man.
“Oh, he had left his phone.”
I heard the ringtone of Elan’s phone in her house. I badly needed to push past this wretch and go get my man.
She raised a brow as if she knew what my intentions were. “Anyways, I’ve got to go inside now, Deisel. Don’t want to catch a cold.” She started heading back to her house.
I wish you catch more than a cold, I was about to say but I bridled my lips.
She stopped and then she turned around. “Yes, Deisel?”
“Where is Elan?”
She pointed her nose toward the sky while her big eyes focused on me, in a condesending sort of way. “Kingston. I thought I’ve told you.”
“Where in Kingston?”
“What is it?”
“Because I’ve got to find Elan tonight, whatever it takes. Where in Kingston?”
“As a matter of fact, if Elan wanted me to tell you where he’s staying then he would have asked me to. Got to go.” She whirled and headed inside her house.
And there was her front door, staring me back in the face.
I started crying. I wish there was a way I could have raked my fingernails in her face and get away with it.
Everything looked darker. The moon above changed color, hinting it wouldn’t linger for much longer. I didn’t know what to do. I would have paid any taxi cab driver to take me to Kingston to search for and find Elan that night. I felt stupid. I felt betrayed.
“Elan, how could you do this to me? How could you, Elan?” Nothing mattered to me anymore. I ran toward the lake.
The End Of Episode Six.
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