Chapter Thirteen

For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow... The book of Ecclesiastes.

In the outskirts of the city inside a cafeteria is aunty Nina seated with a strange man. Dressed in a black gown, black shades and black face mask . It would be close to impossible to recognise her in that outfit. She looked nothing like her normal self.

Aunty Nina could be described as a beautiful woman, thou in her late forties, her beauty was still evident. Her beauty was spicy; she was light skinned, measuring about five feat or slightly more. She had the eyes of the moon, a look into her eyes and you would be struck. Her not so pointed nor flat nose added more flavour to her beauty. She was the definition of beauty. Physically she lacked nothing but emotionally she was in turmoil.

Seated next to her is a man in his twenties but who looked older than his age. He looked stoic and strong, he would best be described as one of those WWE champions maybe the Lunatic. He wasn't ugly neither was he handsome; he looked charming and appealing in dreadlock and a chocolate skin. Clothed in a white t-shirt and a black jeans trouser complimented by a black booty wear he looked dapper.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be patient. I'm already working on the best way to his heart."

"That is what I've being hearing for years now. When will it finally be over? We need you..." The man said in a raised tone.

"I understand how you feel but I assure you that I'm doing my best" she sips her tea to calm herself down. " Do you think I like working as a servant? For years I've tried to find a way and I've finally found a clue. Just be patient for few more months and everything would finally be over."

"Time is money" the man said still not convinced and obviously not happy.

"Have you found out anything?"

"Well..."

Meanwhile, in the elite part of the city is Greg still seated in his exotic home bar still seething in anger over his encounter with Ifeoma's husband. That man was anything but humble, he understood all he did was to mark his territory.

From his research he had come to know that his name was Obi; who started off as an interior decorator before moving into other businesses.

The man was clean, Greg squeezed the cup of brandy in his hands so hard that the content came spilling on the floor. If it wasn't a strong glass cup it would have broken to pieces by now.

He still loved Ifeoma,in fact he had never stopped loving her. He has seen alot of girls and had his fair share of them too but none was like his Ify; so pure yet strong, beautiful yet humble, feisty yet gentle, fierce yet innocent, naive yet knowledgeable. She was everything in one.

He had tried severally to call her while in the States but all his effort were futile. It was as thou she vanished into thin air the moment he traveled out in search of greener pastures. Now he had found not just the greener pastures he went in pursuit of but have claimed the pastures for himself. He had gone, seen and conquered but lost the only woman that mattered to him. What greater torture was there if he couldn't be with the one that makes his heart race, he let out a heavy frustrating sigh.

He wondered how she would taste. They never went beyond kissing or to be more accurate; she never allowed him go beyond kissing and not even like the deep type of kissing: like French kiss. Their kiss was short and precise. Regardless, she still was the best taste he's had.

Now she didn't only allow another guy take what's rightful his. She betrayed him in the worse way possible by getting pregnant and getting married. She had said she loved him why didn't she wait for him. He threw the cup to the wall in a great rage. The cup soon came crashing down in thousand pieces.

What exasperated him the more was her so called husband. It was as if he possessed her; the desire in her eyes when she saw him didn't escaped his notice.

His heart heavy with images of their time together and the flashbacks of the event days back; emotionally pained; he picked up his phone laying lazily on the patio table and dailed a number. He needed to pour out his frustration and what better way to do so if not great sex.

Bitches loved money and he had money now; they bitch around him like bees hovering over honey.

"How fast can you make it to my house?"

"Expect me in the next few minutes" the lady on the phone said excitedly.

Greg's fustration didn't seem to be subsiding even though he just called his girlfriend Olivia. Olivia was terrific in bed but she wasn't the one that made his heart race. It had, always have being and always would be; Ifeoma.

When he saw her in the mall, he felt complete and gay until he noticed her baby bump. About to digest that; her unruly husband came and took her away leaving him standing there like a git. He was yet to recover from the shock even thou it's being days already.

The more he tried to get over it the more it overcame him. That day, he had gone to the club to drawn his sorrows. Even with the mad sex he indulged in; he still hadn't being able to take Ifeoma out of his mind. Their days together came flooding in through his brains like a hurricane.

"I'll get you back Ify! You loved me before... I'll awaken that love... I promise.. " He swore.

He took the bottle of brandy on the table and drowned it directly from the bottle.