The Mortician…

THE WRITER

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

EPISODE 11

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As I made way to the washroom Juliana made an awkward statement which made me take a second look at her.

She asked if she could come over and scrub my back for me. I swallowed hard because I wasn’t on that terms with her and moreover, I just met her just some few minutes ago.

She told me not to give her such look because she knew I wasn’t a Saint or a virgin and moreover I heard very well what Ken said on the phone when he told me to take good care of her and that he would be coming back in two hours’ time.

Was this Juliana lady pulling my legs or was it a psychological trick she and Ken were trying to pull on me this sunny Wednesday afternoon?

I smiled and told her I was grateful for her offer but I was okay and then I walked on into the washroom. I opened the shower for the water to run over my body before applying my shower gel on me.

As I rubbed some of the gel on me, I felt someone grabbing me from behind which made me scream the name of Jesus loudly. I knew it was Juliana because I felt her twin towers solidly behind me and we were the only people in the room at that time.

Foolishly, I asked what she was doing there because by now I could decode exactly what she wanted from me that very moment. I thanked God in my head because I now knew when one door closed another door opened.

Nii Dromo was very charged and erected to drill any goldmine that came across him. Juliana pleaded with me to make love to her simply because Ken was having some foreplay session with her before his dad called. Obviously, because Ken had already released the beast inside her, her libido had risen very high and she couldn’t control herself any longer.

Who would spit out honey that was being poured into his mouth free of charge?

I turned and held Juliana in my arms and started kissing her like she owed me kisses and during this time I took time to search for her G spot and in no time I located it and dealt with that part judiciously well.

Because of her stature it was very easy to carry her and make love to her. She held Nii Dromo in her palms and rubbed her hand on it whispering to me how heavy I was before guiding him to her royal palace.

Honestly, I was not a fan of slim ladies but this very lady left an indelible mark in my memory because she rocked me like never before.

We enjoyed ourselves across the length and breadth of the room for close to two hours before we both became satiated.

We were lying down planning of another round when someone knocked on the door.

Startled, we both turned and faced each other before rushing to get our dresses on but as I went to the door after dressing up and opened it, there was no one outside.

Surprisingly, there was also nobody in the corridor and everywhere also seemed quiet because almost everyone had left for lectures that afternoon.

I locked the door and Juliana asked me who was at the door and as I told her there was no one over there she was surprised because the person didn’t knock once or twice only and moreover, we all heard the sound of the knock.

So, it wasn’t like I or her alone were hearing things differently but rather the same thing.

I wanted more of her but I realized Ken might join us soon so I had to forget about that idea.

All of a sudden, something hit me to put the room in good order before Ken returned so I did that and in less than forty-five seconds after I was done with the decoration and putting the room in order Ken entered the room without even a knock.

He called me in a harsh tone and requested for me to follow him. I had a sharp fear taking me hostage at once. I nearly started confessing to Ken because I taught maybe he had been informed by some hostel mates that I had slept with the lady he entrusted into my care.

And so I followed him like a hypnotized person to the hostel car park where his car was parked. When we got there, he told me to sit in the car.

Whatever the reason was for summoning me to the car he was the only person who knew and was yet to unveil it to me.

As at that moment if I made any mistake to pass gas from my ass am very sure I would have soiled myself with my own faeces because I was worried and scared at the same time.

All this while Juliana was in the room alone and Ken didn’t bother to say a word to her when he entered the room earlier on.

I sat in the car waiting for the first missile to be launched towards me because there was a saying that “it’s a man that swallows a bitter pill”, Ken was quiet for close to five minutes without uttering a word to me.

And I was also not courageous enough to put a question before him because I knew I was not with a clear conscience. At long last Ken spoke in a very calm and brotherly manner to me. He had tears in his eyes and I could calculate how painful what he was about to say to me was.

He told me that he had gotten some of the plane ticket and that he came to the hostel purposely to bid me farewell before they left the shores of this country in the evening.

Unfortunately for me, there was going to be a closed-door family meeting and discussion so I couldn’t join them or see them off at the airport. He stressed on how privileged he was knowing me not just as a roommate or a friend but as a brother from another mother.

The good and quality times we shared together were all the things he valued and held in high esteem and that it had been a pleasure and honour knowing me.

He told me how proud he was of me because there was something about me that always motivated him to surge on in his academic and social life.

All I could do was also to look at him quietly because even though I hadn’t been fair to him as a friend I also owed him my life. His friendliness and brotherly support had been the reason why I have been able to survive these hard conditions on campus.

Ken was someone I could write a whole book about in just an hour if was given the opportunity to do so. If there was someone I could describe on earth as an “ANGEL”, then Ken was the very best person.

His kind of persona was a gem, very scarce to come by.

After Ken spoke at length, he opened the arm rest in his car and brought out a brown envelope. He handed it over to me to manage the content in it till he settled down well in the UK where he would start sending me money for my upkeep.

He told me he didn’t want the lady in the room to know that he was travelling outside the country so that was why he brought me out of the room to the car.

Both of us walked back to the hostel without uttering a word to each other. When we got to the room Ken packed all his books into a bag and gave his car keys to Juliana to wait for him in the car.

Ken left behind his laptop, clothes, shoes, jewellery, expensive perfumes, watches and everything of his in my care.

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We hugged as brothers for the very last time with tears flowing down my cheeks as if someone close to me was dead. Ken couldn’t hold himself up when he saw me in tears that he also started shedding tears but all the same we had no choice.

He was only travelling outside to better his education and career. Moreover, technology had made the world a very small global village so there was no cause for alarm.

He wiped my tears whilst I did same for him and he promised he would always be there to assist me through my education.

I helped him with his bag as we made way to his car. He gave me a handshake and sat in the car. And then, without a word he moved his car and Juliana gave me a devilish look as they left my presence.

As to where they went or parted company it was my back case.

I went back to my room and checked the envelope Ken gave to me only to discover that it contained 5000 cedis.

Wooooow!!

In less than twenty-four hours I was over 10,000 cedis richer.

I had to use my head now and use the money in my possession wisely because if I squandered it, I would be as broke as the church mouse.

How Ken, Tilly and the spoilt brat left Ghana I had no idea.

For the next three weeks I didn’t hear from my Tilly or Ken.

I was disturbed because all their lines were not going through and I had sent them numerous messages on Facebook but there was no reply coming back from them.

Furthermore, there were no updates on their timelines.

Life had to still go on without them around, and since I was in the room alone I decided to deal with the ladies on campus but halfway through my decision-taking Juliana popped up only to break bad news to me.

I am Akoto Adjei Alexander, a Christian. A product of Abetifi Presbyterian Senior High School, Abetifi-Kwahu. I am in my late 20’s and the last born of the boys my parent brought to earth. Basically, I am a fiction/scriptwriter who loves to write about nature and the realities of life. I do a little of Graphics Design, I do MC’ing of events somethings, a Motivational Speaker and a Relationship Talk Expert

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