Love In the Air

So, Joy strutted there watching, she was there for a while appreciating the elegant view of his biceps and manly physics, and until she decided that she had to have a closer view, she just couldn't stare from far any longer, she had to come closer.

"Kelvin, why are you sweating so hard? Bring it, let me help you out." So, she said as she came down to see how wet Kelvin was, he was sweating profusely, the sweat took the form of ointment on his masculine puffed chest and biceps. He was his muse, her only distraction from all her pains and worries, the worries of her father's declining health condition. She seated a hand on his chest like she wanted to pick out a flower off his chest, but for a fact, she was only trying to stroke his chest and sense his nipple. Kelvin discerned her intentions, too. She positioned her hand on his chest and gently dragged her hand through his chest and to his nipple, she caressed him lightly with her soft palm before eventually picking out the tiny piece of flower from his chest. She had very silky palms, Kelvin had never hesitated to remind her how soft they were, sometimes he will make fun of them by telling her that they were as won't as the butt of a newly born baby.

"You know you don't have to be that close to me, people will talk." So, Kelvin said to her as he whipped out the sweat from his face. He held her by the hand and pulled it away from his body. Kelvin had always occurred to be careful, he never wanted anything that will make Chief Charles mad at him, and his mom as well. Even though he sincerely loves the Chief's daughter Joy, he also understood that the friendly old man might not discover it funny to see. He knew that the Chief will rather appreciate it if his daughter ends up marrying a man of the same social criterion as him. That was something that even Kelvin can relate to.

"My love, we can't… We can't hide this forever, we will one day let the world know about us, I love you, Kelvin, I sincerely do, and it hurts me that my father is sick now, but never worry, as soon as he gets well I will let him know exactly how I feel about you. I will let him know about us, and do not worry, I know my dad is a hard man, but I do know how to communicate with his soft side." Joy said, advancing closer to Kelvin, who appeared to be trudging backwards.

"Kelly… Kelly!!! Three O'Clock!!!" Bright said. With his eyes, he connected to his left with his eyes. And quickly, Kelvin turned to his left and found Alphonsus the gate man strutting just beside the big generator, inspecting them. Alphonsus was an over-privileged gateman in the house of Chief Charles. "Alfonso." So, the Chief dubbed him. He enjoyed extremely many rights due to the hand that the Chief had offered him. He was an elderly man around his late fifties, but he was a cunning man, and he celebrated the reputation of gossip, he is often found in places where he wasn't needed. "The sneaky one" so will Kelvin and his brother call him. As soon as Kelvin saw him, and the manner he was staring at them, it was obvious he was up to something.

"Please stay back honey, the Sneaky one is here." So, he whispered to Joy, and she turned as well and found him where he stood, now pretending to be tidying the generator.

"Hey! Pa Alphonsus, what are you doing there?" Joy inquired of him as she saw him, she quickly dressed and cleaned her hand.

"Little ma'am, as you can see, I am trying to… To… I am trying to…" He mumbled, he scouted for the right cover-up word, but he wasn't getting it.

"You are cleaning the generator, I suppose." She assisted him in completing his statement.

"Yes!!! That is it, young Miss." He quickly ratified,

"And if I may ask, where is the rag for which you are using? You can't possibly be cleaning with your bare hands." She confronted him, and he stumbled back into stammering again. He was still stammering when Mrs Sylvia ran out to the balcony screaming.

"Help! Help! Help. The Chief, I can't feel his pulse." She cried out, and Kelvin, Alphonsus, Bright, and Joy left all they were doing and ran into the house in a panic.

Meanwhile, Somewhere far from the federal capital territory, in a local village uncovered in Park view Province, a young farmer was actually cultivating his cocoa plantation. His name was Alejandro, he was weeding the diminutive grasses that were just shooting out from the soil. The young man was a typical definition of a "diamond in the rough", a fine young illiterate farmer who was in his late twenties he had this long twirled hair, dreadlocks which were called "Dada" by the locals, he was dark-skinned, and dirt had merged into his skin making his darkness a little too much, he had this bushy beards which also had not been brushed for quite a while. He was a husband and a father to a beautiful toddler. His only derivation of earnings was the proceeds from his farm. He loved his family a lot, they were all he has got, though he was a poor illiterate, he still knows just the nicest way to make them feel happy and loved. At the other end of his farm was his wife, Mrs Cecilia Jack. She sat on a piece of the wrapper which she had positioned on the floor, she had her daughter in her arms and on her legs which she curled like someone having a mediation. In her daughter's mouth was her nipple which was tucked into her tiny suckling mouth, fulfilling the duty of a straw from which she suckles milk. She had her eyes on her busy husband eradicating the weeds, eyes were still tucked on her husband even as she breastfed her daughter.