Incompatible…
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
INCOMPATIBLE
A ChrisEffe Thriller
CHAPTER 8
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A few minutes later Chris appeared at the far entrance, saw his father
and Effe, and hurried over to them.
He took Effe in his arms and smiled down at her with love and tenderness on his face, and as always his amazing good looks and tender touches melted her heart and made her sigh with blissful pride.
“I’ve missed you, Angelface,” he said softly.
“Missed you too, my handsome prince,” she replied as she wound her arms around his neck, drew his head down, and kissed him tenderly.
Brand Bawa smiled briefly, and then he hit his son across his buttocks gently.
“Naughty kids!” he said. “We don’t do that in public! We’re Africans, remember? Stop that nonsense and let’s get out of here.”
Chris and Effe broke apart, smiling.
“I thought you were going to lodge a complaint,” Effe said with her eyebrows raised.
Brand Bawa smiled and shrugged.
“Seems Lois didn’t know anything about Chris’ arrests,” he said with a disarming smile. “As for those two, they’re not worth it. Secondly, saying my wife beat me up isn’t exactly my cup of pride this day.”
Effe giggled and hugged Brand fondly.
“You’re such a grand man, father-in-law,” she said softly and was kissing his right cheek when Chris took her arm and pulled her back, his face impassive.
“The hug is enough,” he said softly.
“Ebei, Chris Mr. Jealous!” Effe shouted, causing Brand Bawa to laugh. “You’re jealous of your father too?”
“Of course not,” Chris said as he put an arm around her waist. “I just don’t understand why you always want to hug people and all that stuff. Is it necessary to hug people all the time?”
For a moment Effe’s eyes hardened, and the laughter left her face. A sharp retort rose to her mouth, but she took a deep breath and did not speak for some time as they went outside holding hands.
***
A week later, Chris visited Effe at home.
She wasn’t able to go to the office because had a headache and wanted to rest, and had invited Chris to spend the day with her.
The gate man let Chris in through the smaller gate, and when he walked up to the posh house the main door opened, and Josh Kedem came out. He was impeccably-dressed for the office in a black suit and white shirt.
He walked toward his car, and then he stopped, removed his sunglasses and looked at Chris with a slight frown on his face.
“You don’t do yourself any favours, do you, Chris?” he asked quietly.
“And what’s that supposed to mean, Josh?” Chris asked softly.
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There had been a time when he and Josh had been friends. Josh had been his senior at the school. Chris had been a good athlete at school, and quite popular. Josh, also a runner, had liked him, and their friendship had been close.
It was when Chris fell in love with Effe, and all the nasty court case continued, that Josh had become cold toward Chris and shunned his company.
“I don’t really get it, Chris,” Josh said with a little chuckle. “You accuse my father of all sorts of things. My mom hates you, my siblings hate you, and you still persist in loving Effe. Do you see a future in this relationship? Can’t you see it is doomed even from the very start? Jeez, Chris! My parents are never going to allow you to be with Effe, you know. Just let her be, man!”
“That’s your opinion, Josh,” Chris said levelly. “You and your family know that plot of land belongs to my father, and I’ll not allow anyone trod on him. That doesn’t mean I can’t love Effe as long as she loves me. And as for allowing her to marry me or not, that’s her decision to make. So, basically, your concerns are directed at the wrong person.”
They stared at each other with a cold bridge suddenly swaying between them.
The door opened behind Josh, and Mrs. Ivy Kedem came out with Effe, who stopped in the doorway. Mrs. Kedem had a smile on her face, but as soon as she saw Chris the smile faded, and she looked at him with instant fury.
“Effe is sick, Chris, and she needs to rest!” she said icily.
“Mama!” Effe said, her voice worried. “I asked Chris to come over!”
Mrs. Kedem turned and fixed her daughter with a stern stare.
“When is this charade going to end, Effe? When are you going to put a stop to this nonsense?” she asked in a tight voice. “This boy is disgracing your father! They want the land next to ours. For what? To build a pig sty? The whole community is filled with wealthy neighbours, with beautiful homes! What kind of building can they put up next to ours? A cabin at the most, if you ask me! We’ve promised to buy off the land at a good price, but they refuse! If he really loves you don’t you think he’ll just agree to it, take the money and buy another land to let peace prevail? This boy and his father –”
“Don’t you dare insult my father, please!” Chris interrupted softly, and Ivy looked at him with sudden apprehension, which quickly gave way to anger.
“Or what, Chris Bawa, huh? You’ll beat me like you beat the womb that gave you birth?” Ivy Kedem asked nastily. “Yes, that stupid temper of yours is now at sway, isn’t it? Why don’t you just get out of my house, huh?”
“Mama, please!” Effe cried in a broken voice, and Josh looked at his sister with something close to pity.
He took his mother’s arm and gently drew her toward the car.
“Come, Mom, we’ll be late,” he said.
Mrs. Kedem shot Chris a murderous look, and then she entered the car with her son.
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“Come in, Chris-Love,” Effe said gently and stepped aside for Chris.
Chris sighed heavily and followed her inside the luxurious living-room.
“Make yourself comfortable, love,” Effe said and headed for a door at the end of the room. “I’ll just slip into something comfortable and prepare breakfast for you.”
Chris, still down-hearted, dropped into a seat and covered his face with his hands. He was shaking now with a mixture of fury and deep worry. It was so true…Effe’s family hated him, without exception. He wished he could ask his father to take the money and let the land go, but the contempt of the Kedems really cut him to shreds. How could Effe’s mother say they would put up a pig sty or a cabin on the plot of land? So that was her worry all along! She considered Chris and his father too poor to be able to put up a house as beautiful as those in the neighbourhood!
Such pride, such arrogance! How dared she? Did she know how the future was going to pan out? Why were these people so drunk with the little money they had made and treating other human beings like chess pieces they could move around on the board?
He would show them a difference, oh yes, he definitely would. He didn’t know how or when he was going to do it, but he was going to put up such a house on that plot of land that would make Effe’s mother ashamed of her own house!
Yes, he would definitely do that and put his father on a pedestal that he deserved.
His reveries were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a girl’s voice, and he looked up apprehensively as he recognized the voice.
It was Baaba.
She came from the kitchen with a hot mug of cocoa in her hand. She was wearing a very skimpy pair of black jeans shorts that stopped just short of her ample buttocks, leaving her creamy dark thighs bare.
Baaba was in a tank that hugged her breasts and left her belly exposed, and there was a sweatband around her forehead.
“Chrissy boy, always so controversial, needing what he can’t have, and shunning what is available to him,” she said with a wan smile and sat down very close to him.
She put her hand on his thigh and inched her fingers slowly toward the juncture of his thighs.
His hand dropped on hers, and he gently removed her hand.
“Stop it, Babs, please,” he said softly.
She chuckled and removed her hand, and then took a long drag on her cocoa.
“Mr. Loverboy Chris,” she said with a tiny smile. “So much in love! Do you really think Effe will ever be your wife, hm? Just keep on dreaming. Everybody is entitled to dreams anyway.”
Chris said nothing, and a moment later she drank some more cocoa and carefully put the cup down on a low table. She regarded his side profile for a while, noting especially the hint of a dimple in his cheek, his long beautiful nose and the thick hair of is eyelashes…and then she sighed deeply and ran her tongue slowly across her lips.
Baaba stood up and faced him.
She was so close that he could see the tiny pubic hairs jutting out the sides of her skimpy jeans.
She put her hands on his shoulders and drew even closer to him, her eyes glazed with promises.
“I can see the hunger in your eyes, Chris,” she murmured. “You want to hit this booty, and you know I’ll let you hit it if you give in to the hunger, no strings attached. But no, you want the one that every other man wants. If you had chosen me, Chris, you wouldn’t have faced such heat from her parents, and you know it.”
He looked at her levelly.
“It was not about making choices, Babs,” he said softly. “It is about love. I fell in love with her, and I can’t do anything about it. Moreover, I wonder why you keep doing these things knowing fully well that your boyfriend is my best friend!”
“Oh, come off it, Chris Bawa!” she said tightly. “I know Jon has been cheating on me, but I’m not the fussy type, you know. Easy come, easy go! But you know I fancy you, and you know I’ve wanted to screw you for ages! I’m not asking for marriage, Chrissy! It will just be slaking of thirst, no strings attached. Do you know the number of men that want to hit this ass? And here I’ve been literally begging you to come roll it, and instead you choose to make a fool of yourself over Effe!”
Chris moved back when she pressed closer such that her loins were literally crushing across his face.
“I can’t love Effe, and be unfaithful to her, let alone with her own cousin, Babs,” he said gently. “I’m not that kind of guy. It is Effe I love, need and want. No one else.”
Her eyes suddenly went hard with anger, and her lips compressed tightly.
“Well, you’re never going to have her!” she hissed angrily. “Today she’s having a late night dinner with one of her suitors, the son of one of her father’s acquaintances! Apparently, it is an agreement between both families, and Effe is all for it! Why do you think she’s been treating you like her used sanitary pad? Grow up, Chris! Her father will fix her with the son of his wealthy partner, and there is nothing you can do about it! But remember, if you want this pussy, it is yours!”
She turned and left in a huff, leaving Chris staring at her with sudden hurting eyes.
His extreme jealousies were back instantly, and his anger soared. He sat very still, trying to calm himself, rubbing his hands together rapidly and breathing calmly, but it was a lost cause. He stood up suddenly and went through the door Effe had gone out of.
Baaba, standing just inside the kitchen, craned her head, saw him going, and then she smiled to herself and broke into chuckles.
Chris found himself in a small corridor and walked forward rapidly, opened a side door into another corridor at the end of which was the door to Effe’s bedroom.
He walked toward it and turned the knob. He entered and saw Effe in jeans and a white blouse sitting in front of her dressing-table as she fixed her earrings. She looked up at him, startled.
“Chris!” she said with surprise. “What’re you doing here? You know I don’t like it when you come to my bedroom! You know how hard we find it keeping keeping away from making love!”
She could see he was agitated as he walked towards her, and she stood up quickly and faced him.
“What’s it, love?” she asked gently.
“Who’s this guy you’re going out with tonight?” he asked savagely, his voice pained.
“What’re you talking about now, Chris?” Effe replied with a frown.
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