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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
DARK LIGHT
A ChrisEffe Bliss
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EPISODE 26
[passster password=”hweaballz”]“Eden?” Effe murmured fearfully. “Is that you?”
“Ef!” Eyram shouted, amazed at the neat ward and how healthy and beautiful her sister was looking.
“Rammy!” Effe cried and held out her left hand, an expression of delight crossing her beautiful face.
“Ohhhhhh!” Eyram screamed, raced to her sister, and held her tightly. “You can move, Ef!”
“Only my neck and my left side!” Effe said in an unstable voice. “Right side still down, and I’m still as blind as a bat. Come, help me up.”
Eyram helped her sister to sit up, and then Effe hugged her with her left arm.
Eyram suddenly stepped back a bit when the robe fell off Effe, revealing one of her breasts.
“Ef!” she cried with horror. “You’re naked!”
Effe smiled shyly, but it was a pretty smile.
“Yes, just had my morning swim and a massage, Rammy,” she said.
“What?” Eyram whispered, aghast. “A massage from that old man when you were naked?”
“He’s not old,” Effe said. “He wears a mask around you guys and takes it off when we’re alone because he knows I can’t see his face.”
Eyram turned and looked at Chris. He had placed the huge dog on a sort of treatment table and was attending to the bruise on the dog’s scalp.
“Why do you wear a mask?” Eyram asked softly. “Are you a creep? A murderer hiding from justice? A drug lord? A serial killer?”
“Rammy!” Effe said sharply. “Leave him alone.”
“Ef, he knows you can’t feel a thing and you’re blind!” Eyram said, her voice concerned. “Are you sure he’s not…not been, you know, touching you, and doing other gross things to you?”
Effe laughed shyly, and when she put her left hand to her mouth, she looked like a little girl, carefree, happy, and a bit embarrassed.
She reminded Eyram so much of the Effe who had squatted on their living room chair waiting for their father to arrive.
“No, Rammy, he’s not a creep,” Effe said finally. “Actually, I’ve been tempting him quite a lot, but he doesn’t take the bait.”
“Maybe he’s a eunuch,” Eyram said as she glared at Chris. “Or even impotent.”
“He’s none,” Effe said, and now her face burned with great embarrassment. “I can attest to that fact.”
Eyram scowled unhappily.
“Effe,” she whispered. “Are you okay? I don’t…get you, Ef.”
“He finds me attractive, Rammy,” Effe said with a sigh. “But he is fighting it. But his body denies him when he’s near me on the bed.”
“You sleep together?” Eyram asked, and she looked at Effe with eyes that were shocked and confused. “You, Ef? What did he do to you? Are you sure he hasn’t used some black magic juju on you? You’re scared of men!”
And then tears came to Effe’s eyes.
“I’m not afraid of him, Rammy,” she said softly. “He’s so different. I feel alive around him. And now, I’m confused, you know, about what is really happening.”
Eyram turned and walked up to stand in front of Chris, and this close up, she could see that in reality, the thing across his face looked a little weird.
“Have you done some juju on my sister?” she asked fiercely. “Take off that thing and let me see your face at once!”
“I will smash you!” Chris growled, and Eyram gasped.
“Ef, are you sure about this guy?” she asked tightly. “He’s so rough! So uncouth! He just beat up Jonathan and two of Rupert’s men outside! Are you sure he’s not been harassing you?”
“Jonathan?” Effe whispered, horrified. “Eden beat them? But why?”
Too late Eyram realized she had said more than she meant to.
“He thought we were intruders,” Eyram said quickly and walked back to her sister’s side. “Oh, but you look so well now, Ef! I’m so very happy today, for seeing you like this.”
They embraced again, and after a while, Chris Bawa left them and walked outside with the dog.
Almost ten minutes later, Eyram came out and found him on the balcony.
Her eyes were soft, and it was evident that she had shed tears.
She stood close to Chris and smiled sadly.
“Thank you very much, whoever you are,” she said tremulously. “May God bless you. Is there anything she might need, something I can bring?”
Chris looked at her, and his eyes were not so hostile as previously.
“No, we can manage.”
She nodded.
“Take care of her for us, please,” she said quickly. “I think the people who came after me actually meant to harm her.”
“I will not let anyone hurt her,” he said softly, and Eyram knew without a doubt that this was true. He looked like a mountain, and he had just taken out three professional men as if they had been boys.
“Thank you again,” she said softly. “We’ll see you in a month. But, can I see your face, just once?”
“No.”
She nodded, and when she tried to hug him he took three steps away from her quickly and shook his head. Eyram nodded, turned, and headed down the steps.
She stopped suddenly and turned to face him.
“You old man!” she said tightly and stuck her tongue out at him, reminding him sharply of how Effe had done the same thing. He just stared at her without a smile or a word. She turned and returned to the men.
They got back into the helicopter.
Chris waited until the helicopter rose into the air, and then he went back to Effe.
“Eden?” she said softly.
He walked over to her, and again her fierce beauty hit him without mercy.
“I have awful pain in my right leg, Eden,” she said in an unsteady voice. “It’s getting worse.”
He took her right hand and pressed down suddenly on her forefinger. Effe groaned from the sharp pain she experienced.
“Sorry,” he said softly. “I’ll inject you and give you some medicine, and then we’ll have to go to the lake again.”
“Oh, but I just took a bath and got a massage!” she whispered. “And I’m so hungry.”
“The hunger won’t kill you,” he said quickly. “This is important.”
She got the injection and drank the bitter medicine.
“Can you help me with…a panty and a bra?” she asked shyly.
He helped her get into her briefs without a word.
A few minutes later, he carried her to the lake.
Effe was crying; the pain was so severe that she could barely breathe.
He lowered her into the lake, and gently encouraged her to try to move her arm and leg.
It was the most physically painful moment Effe had ever lived through, and it lasted for almost one hour. She wanted to give up, but he would not let her. He massaged her veins and body, holding her very close when she could barely hold on.
And then, quite suddenly, it felt like her bones broke free from something constricting…and then she felt no more pain.
She collapsed weakly against him and put her fevered face on his chest.
“Effe?” he whispered with great concern in his voice. “Is the pain gone? Can you move your right hand or leg? Can you wriggle your fingers.”
“You talk too much, Eden,” she whispered, and then she lifted both of her hands and draped them around his shoulders.
“Oh, you fucking girl!” he said, almost in a shout, and a huge grin broke on his face.
And, for the very first time, Effe cupped his face in both hands.
“Oh, take off that awful mask,” she said.
Chuckling happily, he removed the mask.
Her hands moved across his face slowly, gently, tracing every inch of his face, and as she did, tears fell down her face slowly.
“Oh, Eden!” she whispered. “How can I ever thank you? How can I ever repay you?”
“Can you stand?” he whispered.
Effe smiled, and then suddenly she moved back from him, knelt a bit, and then fell on her back. She kicked her legs and arms and began a slow backstroke swim across the lake.
Effe was weeping as she swam!
She was moving all her limbs…finally!
Her heart was so full that she was scared it would burst, literally! She turned smoothly on her belly, turned and swam gently towards him. She wished she could scream, she wished she could just fly into the air.
Finally, she trod the water and spoke softly.
“Eden, where are you?”
“Here, Effe,” he said softly beside her. “I was swimming beside you.”
“I…I am…I am…oh, Eden!”
And he held her as she wept silently.
“Let’s get out of the water,” she said softly. “I want to walk, Eden!”
He guided her out of the water, and when she got to the grass, she began to dance.
Wearing her white bra and panties, so curved and gracious, she spread her arms wide and danced on the grass gracefully to music only she could hear. Her feet moved with the royal fleetness of a gazelle, her figure the unique work of a master craftsman.
And although she could not see, she danced in one spot, laughing and weeping, totally lost in a world of her own, buffeted by the sweetness of life, buoyed up by her close encounter with death.
She had kissed the grave and survived to live another day, to have a new shot at life, to breathe, to soar, and to appreciate the basic art of living.
She was royal. And she was amazing.
The man continued to watch her, and his throat was dry.
He was that affected.
He had never beheld a more beautiful sight!
***
Wailer’s phone rang.
He was sitting under a summer hut near the lovely swimming pool. There was a glass-topped table in front of him, and opposite him were Steve and Elaine.
They were eating grilled beef and a Mexican rice delight.
Wailer was holding his plate up and chewing spicy beef with relish.
“See who that fool is, Steve,” Wailer said, gesturing towards the phone with his head.
Steve picked the call, saw it was an unsaved number, and then he activated the loudspeaker.
“Unsaved number,” Steve said to Wailer.
“Hello?” Wailer shouted.
“Hello, boss,” came the soft voice of George the Bear.
“G!” Wailer said and exchanged looks with a suddenly troubled Elaine. “Hold on, man. Lemme wash my hand and get back to you.”
“No, boss,” George said calmly. “I don’t have much to say. This will just take a minute.”
“Damn it, G, what the fuck?” Wailer said icily. “Hold on, I’m taking your call now.”
“Effe is with Chris Bawa,” George said softly.
The plate dropped from Wailer’s hand, and he looked absolutely stunned.
“What?” he whispered, his throat dry.
“Effe?” Steve said and stopped eating. “Did he say Effe?”
“Shut the fuck up, Stevie,” Wailer said. “George? Did you say, Chris Bawa?”
“Baaba’s husband, yes, Chris Bawa,” George said hollowly. “He’s the doctor in the bush, the one they took Effe to. He got the drop on us, and I warned Fiko not to take him on, but he wouldn’t listen.”
“Jesus!” Wailer whispered, and Steve was shocked to see the look of despair on Wailer’s face. “How can that be?”
Wailer looked scared!
Steve had never seen Wailer Vroom looking scared. He was always in charge of every situation, the most confident man Steve had ever known, always calculating and getting on top of every situation.
But just the news of a man named Chris had brought anxiety and fear to Wailer!
“It is called Karma, boss,” George said calmly. “Anyway, he broke up Fiko really bad. He wasn’t going to make it, lost too much blood. Secondly, he was going to slow me down and draw unwanted attention, so I popped him off and dropped him in the lake. I went back to the village and learned the Rupert guy was around when Abdul called on Eyram, and Rupert killed him.”
“Shit!” Wailer screamed, held the table and threw it away from him, scattering plates, bowls, cups, meat, and rice all around. “What the fuck is this, G? You have such bad news and you’re calling to tell me? Get your ass down here and give me the details!”
“No,” George said calmly. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, boss. Last night, Chris spared my life, but it was close. He wanted to kill me. He told me to give you a message. Chris says you should stay off the girl and her family. He says if you want a fight, he’s gonna give you a war.”
“G, get down here!” Wailer screamed. “I want you here right now!”
“No, I quit,” George said calmly. “I burned down the car because I heard it was on the police lookout. Seriously, I don’t want to do this anymore, boss. I quit.”
“You don’t quit on me, boy!” Wailer said menacingly. “Nobody quits unless I say so! You quit on me, and I’ll come after you.’
“No, you won’t,” George said softly. “I’m not afraid to die, boss. Please, don’t make this personal. Because, if you come for me, I’ll also come for you, and one of us will die, or both of us, your choice. But, fuck it, I’m out. I’m tired of this game because I almost died last night. I wish you well, but make sure you don’t come anywhere near me.”
The line went dead, and Wailer got to his feet suddenly with rage, and yes, fear!
Chris?
Chris Bawa?
Still alive and with Effe?
How could that even be possible?
Chris was the one man Wailer didn’t want to cross anywhere! How could this be possible?
“You bastard!” Steve screamed and faced Wailer. “Effe is alive, isn’t she? And you sent a hit team to kill her, didn’t you?”
“Git the fuck outta ma face!” Wailer hissed as he raised a hand to his hair.
“You bastard, Wailer!” Steve groaned with anguish. “You fucking bastard! Why did you send a squad after her?”
He took hold of Wailer’s shirt and shook him hard.
Wailer sank a fist into Steve’s stomach, and as the younger man grunted, Wailer hit him on the jaw, and Steve dropped hard on the floor. Wailer pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed it at Steve’s face.
“Touch me again, you bastard, and I’ll kill you!” he said viciously. “Yes, I sent a team after her because of your bullshit, Steve! Cut the crap! Marry Elaine, if you want to! But, for your own good, even if Effe lives, you stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me? If I hear you’ve so much as seen her shadow, I’ll pull your guts out through your asshole with my bare hands, do you hear?”
He flipped through his contacts rapidly, selected a number, and called.
A cold voice answered.
“Hello, Mr. V. Purpose of call, please?”
“White Bird on the loose,” Wailer said.
“Camp, please,” the operator.
“Mine,” Wailer rasped harshly.
“Handle, please,” the cold operator said.
“George Asante, nickname The Bear.”
“Delivery preferred, please?”
“Dead,” Wailer said.
“Benefits, please,” the operator inquired.
“Five million, Ghana cedis.”
“That will attract a million in damages, Mr. V.”
“Signed,” Wailer said.
“Thank you for your business, Mr. V.”
The line went dead.
Wailer took another phone, and transferred six million cedis into an account he had saved as KNOCKS.
He had just engaged the services of a vicious assassination clan in the underground; George the Bear would be dead soon. For a moment he stared at the number, and considered whether to place Chris Bawa on contract too.
He sighed deeply and put the phones away. Not time yet, no. He would stay off Chris, and yes, he would heed Chris’ warning and stay away from that Effe bitch and her family. He did not want that bastard up his ass again. But, if Chris made it personal, Wailer would call the Operator again with a price on Chris’ head.
He walked away moodily from Steve and Elaine.
Elaine tried to help Steve up.
He glared at her accusingly.
“You knew about this, didn’t you?” he asked hotly.
“No, I didn’t, my love,” Elaine lied. “I didn’t. Who’s this Chris Bawa guy?”
“That is what I intend to find out,” Steve said hollowly.
Effe!
She was alive, in a bush with a doctor, a man even Wailer feared!
His heart thudded against his ribs fiercely.
Effe!
How he missed her, Lord!
“Look at you!” Elaine said tightly. “Look at how pathetic you look because you learned Effe is still alive!”
“She can go to hell!” Steve said tightly, hoping that she would not see through his charade. “Come, my love, come and show me the things only you can! Effe can rot for all I care!”
Elaine’s face was filled with happiness as she leaned against Steve and kissed him.
“Oh, my love!” she said tenderly. “You scared me! I was convinced you were beginning to love that whore!”
Steve kissed her, but the thought rolled furiously in his mind.
Oh, Effe…she was alive!
What was the meaning of this?
Why do I find out how much I care for you only after I have hurt and betrayed you so horribly, Effe?
Yes, he was going to find Effe again, as his real self, someone she would not recognize.
It was a painful realization, but he needed her back. His life was a void, just a yawning vacuum without her.
Yes, he would find her again!
As soon as it was possible, he would go to her office, make purchases…and befriend one of her trusted associates. When Effe returned to the shop, the associate would introduce them…and then, he would start all over again, but as a genuine, caring man! Maybe, just maybe, this pain he felt would stop.
But first, he would transfer all the money he earned from the Effe operation back into Effe’s account. He had done a most heinous thing, and they had probably cleaned Effe out, but he wanted her to know that he, Steve, had paid back what he took from her.
It had become very important that she knew that, at least.
Effe, Effe, Effe!
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