Love Hates…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

LOVE HATES

A CHRISEFFE BLISS

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EPISODE 5

The car park was empty of people, and Effe hesitated when she saw Chris and Fatima in their sensual sexual hunger. She knew she had no business here, that she should just turn around and walk away, but she could not.

In an odd way she was very disturbed as she watched them.

And then, suddenly, she saw Tareq!

He emerged from the shadows with his right hand thrust into the pocket of his trousers, and he was bearing down quickly on the back of Chris with an expression of twisted malice on his face. Suddenly, he pulled out what appeared to be a gun from his pocket, and a great blast of fear seized Effe.

She began to run quickly toward Chris as her heart hammered with sudden fright.

“Chris, watch out!” she screamed shrilly.

Chris Bawa spun away quickly at the sound of Effe’s voice and thrust Fatima away from him. Tareq fired, the gun making a horrible spitting sound, and Effe knew it was equipped with a silencer!

Evidently, Tareq had come to take no prisoners!

He was here to murder Chris Bawa!

Fatima screamed as she fell down, and Tareq cursed and tried to spin and follow Chris’ movements, but Chris was too fast for him. With a roar, he lunged at Tareq and grabbed his wrist. He hammered a solid blow into the man’s shoulder, numbing the arm of the Libyan.

Tareq screamed with pain as the gun dropped from his hand.

Chris held the man’s neck, lifted him up, and body-slammed him on the ground. Tareq moaned with pain, but in the dim light Effe saw the blistering hatred still etched on the man’s face.

Chris delivered a vicious kick to the man’s temple, and Tareq became still.

Chris Bawa bent and picked up the gun. He slipped the safety on and quickly hurried to Fatima’s side. She was grasping her right arm, and Effe saw that the girl’s hand was stained with blood.

She hurried over quickly with a concerned expression on her face, and her heart still thudding with the horror, knowing that a second too late and Chris would have been a dead man by now.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked with concern.

“Bullet nipped my arm,” Fatima whispered, and then she suddenly keeled forward in a faint. Chris Bawa caught her before she fell, and cursed under his breath.

“She needs medical attention,” Effe said quickly. “I can help. Let me take a look at the wound.”

“Not here!” Chris murmured in a voice that was still tight with anger. “The goons of this bastard could come around. Go back inside. I’ll send her to the guest house and let a doctor see her.”

“She’s bleeding, Chris!” Effe said with sizzling fury. “If she loses more blood it will be life-threatening for her, especially if an artery had been nicked. Let me take a look at her…I don’t know if I can get a First Aid box.”

“She always keeps one in her car,” Chris said as he picked up Fatima’s bag, rummaged inside for her key and unlocked the car doors with the remote. He went inside for a while, and came out with the white First Aid plastic box which he handed to Effe.

Chris then stood up and quickly scanned the area, his bleak eyes missing nothing. Effe cleaned Fatima’s wound. It was just a graze, she saw, and she quickly dressed and bandaged it, stopping the flow of blood.

Fatima opened her eyes and looked around dully for a moment.

“Are you okay, habibati?” Chris asked gently.

“Chris, qalbi…hold me, please hold me.”

“Not here, habibati,” Chris said calmly. “Danger still lurks. Get into the car.”

He opened the passenger door and gently helped Fatima inside.

He then looked at Effe and nodded once as his eyes swept across her face. Effe had packed the medical kits back into the box, and she handed it over to him.

“Thank you, Effe,” he said calmly. “You saved my life.”

She looked at him bitterly.

“And it still doesn’t look like you really value that life, Chris Bawa!” she said tightly, angrily. “You’re obviously still going to take her away and sleep with her!”

He looked at her with sudden hard eyes.

“And what do you care, Effe Kedem?” he whispered tightly. “It is my bleeding life! You forget quickly, huh? You wished a monstrous form of death for me!”

He turned from her, but she reached out and held his arm. Chris tensed suddenly and ripped his arm free from her grasp.

“Take your damn hand off me!” he hissed at her viciously.

Effe gasped and looked defiantly at him even as tears stung her eyes.

“I heard you’re married,” she said coldly. “Good Lord, Chris! You don’t even wear your band! And you’re going to cheat on your wife with a wounded woman? You will cheat on this woman you married just like this, without any qualms? And you will go back and lay your hands on her as if you’ve done nothing? Jesus, don’t you respect your vows, Chris? Vows you uttered in the presence of God?”

“I owe you no bloody explanation!” he hissed into her face. “I’m married, yes, but I’ve never remained faithful to my wife, Effe! And what are you going to do about that, huh? Way I see it, it is no bloody concern of yours!”

Above all else, she was appalled by the light of hatred on his face, and she took a step from him as he brushed past her. He went around to the driver’s door and opened it.

Effe turned to face him.

“So, this is who you really are!” she said as she shook her head sadly. “If, indeed, Baaba had married you, this is exactly what you would have done, wouldn’t you, Chris? You would never have been faithful to her, or any other woman for that matter! I can see now the kind of man you really are! Just a common, lousy, despicable cheat! I’m glad I never gave you that chance to mess with Baaba’s life…or mine!”

He looked across the roof of the car at her with narrowed eyes, and then he came around the car toward her, his face grim and filled with hatred. He stopped inches from her and glared into her face with loathing and bitter fury.

“Sickened, huh?” he said with a soft voice, but there was undiluted hatred bristling in his soft growl. “You’re sickened by my cheating behaviour, aren’t you? This is what you have reduced me to, Effe Kedem, you bloody bitch! I loved you, craved you, wanted you!

I believed in you, believed I had found the perfect woman, the woman moulded from my ribs! You were the only woman I loved…loved so totally that I walked up to the aisle in a bid to marry Baaba with pain in my heart! But you were a bloody fake all along, you bitch. Yes, you played your part perfectly. You tortured me, lied to me, deceived me, betrayed me and sent me to a bloody prison in the end!”

“I never sent you to prison, Chris!” she screamed furiously as tears of despair fell down her face. “Stop saying that! How did I send you to prison? I keep telling you I knew nothing about that court case!”

“You fucking testified against me, you liar, and I was there in the bloody courtroom!” he hissed into her face. “Stop your bloody, goddamn lies, Effe! My life disgusts you now, huh? Well, let me tell you something sweet, lady! I am the way I am because you broke my flipping heart!

I stopped believing in love, and I stopped believing in women! Yes, I’m going to cheat on my wife, and Fatima is not my only lover! I have many more, and yes, I make love to them! You think I am a monster? Yes, I am a monster! A monster you created! You see this, hm? It is your bleeping handiwork, your flipping creation, Effe! So go on and admire your creation!”

Effe shook her head warily, but he was already moving away from her to the driver’s side again, and then he bent to enter the car.

“Chris, please, don’t go,” she said plaintively. “We need to get this issue out, talk about it so that the corrosive hatred in your heart will come out. Yes, I pretended that I loved you, pretended to be someone else, yes, but I did it for Baaba! I did it to save a friend!”

“Save a friend from what, you damn bitch?” Chris cried with a face torn up with bitter passion as he straightened and looked at her across the roof of the small car. “I was okay with Baaba before you came into my life pretending to be something you weren’t!

I thought I loved Baaba, but when you came along with your sweet bloody spirit, I fell hard for you, believed in you, craved you! Even then, I was still going to go ahead with my wedding to Baaba because I never wanted to hurt her…and then you showed up in church with your devilish accomplishments! What the hell did I do to Baaba to deserve your cruel heart, Effe?”

“Chris!” Effe whispered and wiped tears from her eyes. “You abused her! Damn it, Chris! You were beating her helplessly, kicking her, forcing sex on her even when she was wounded…and when she refused you battered her! Face it, Chris Bawa! You’ve always been that cruel, but maybe, just maybe, you have changed now! But I could not allow my friend to get married to such a man! You would have killed her!”

He stared at her for a long time, and his teeth gnashed so fiercely that she could hear it from the other side of the car.

“You sincerely believe me capable of all that?” he asked quietly. “If you believe that about me, then you’re worse than I ever thought!”

She pointed a stiff finger at him.

“No, Chris, no!” she said passionately. “It is not about believing! It is what I saw, with my own eyes! The day she came back from hospital admission, the day you got angry because she could not make love to you, the day you brutally beat, kicked and mauled her…and ended up slaking your damn sexual craze on her, I was inside her wardrobe…and I saw everything!

She didn’t want me to come out for fear that you would beat her to death, and harm me! So, don’t you stand there and play the saint with me, or blame your sick attitude now on me! Later, I might have been at fault, but I did it all to save my friend!”

He scowled slightly, his handsome face suddenly filled with confusion as he looked at her. His face was that of a lost boy now, and devoid of any feeling. He shook his head once, and then he pointed the car keys at her.

“You’re insane, Effe,” he said softly.

He got into the car, started up and reversed with a squeal of tyres. He turned the car in a tight manoeuvre, still keeping tight control on it. The car tyres screeched alarmingly, and then he was speeding away.

Luckily, she saw Crankson, Wailer and Wachipa emerging from the restaurant holding disposable bags filled with food.

“Let’s get out of here, Effe,” Wailer said kindly. “This Tareq guy is a bastard! Money with no control. We’ll be safer at the guest house.”

Effe nodded.

She could not trust her voice because of the painful lodge in her throat. She allowed Mike to take her arm as they began to walk away from the car park and from the inert body of Tareq still lying immobile on the ground.

You’re insane…

His words kept reverberating in her head over and over…

You’re insane…

It was not an admission of guilt!

If anything, it connoted a disbelief, confusion, disorientation, as if Chris Bawa had not been aware of what she had been saying!

Could he be that good an actor?

But wait, he also believed solidly that she had testified in court against him! Obviously, the picture it gave was that the two of them had been played against each other!

But why?

Who would do a thing like that?

Baaba and Jonathan?

What was really going on?

But she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was scared of the outcome. She had tried to draw Chris into a discussion of what had happened, but as usual he had treated it with disdain and obviously held on to his belief that she had been the bad one!

But she could trust Baaba and Jonathan Afful explicitly, couldn’t she?

So what had happened?

She would find out…yes, she would definitely get to the bottom of it.

If there was any chance of dark motives there, she would definitely find out!

***

The moment they entered the hotel room, Fatima sailed into Chris’ arms and drew his head down for a fierce kiss, preventing him from putting on the light.

“Wait, Fati,” Chris said desperately, trying to disengage himself from her arms. “We need to talk first, habibati!”

“No, no, Chrissy, qalbi!” she said desperately against his lips. “I hunger for your touch, for your love. Later, we talk!”

“You’re hurt, my love,” he whispered.

“Ah, just a scratch!” she said lustfully. “Now shut up and do me, qalbi!”

Her hands moved feverishly in the darkness, pushing up his singlet and helping him take it off. She dropped her hands to the jeans and undid the button, then pulled down the zipper frantically.

Chris stepped back to pull it down his legs, and he heard the rustling of soft material as she slipped out of her clothes in a frenzy. He moved forward and she slipped into his arms, offering her lips for his kiss. His hands moved across her silky body, and found that apart from the bandage around her arm, she was completely nude now.

She was not in the mood for finesse as she moaned deeply within her throat, her urgency as infectious as it was delightful. Chris kissed the line of her throat and the side of her neck as one of his hands moved deliciously across her breasts, elongating her huge nipples. Fatima had the biggest and longest nipples he had ever seen on any woman, and they were incidentally very sensitive. As his thumbs brushed over them, she squirmed as if being rocked by a volcano.

Her hand dropped to his raging elongation, and she fondled it sweetly, moaning with feverish urgency as his other hand slipped around her waist and down the round mounds of her buttocks, kneading her skin and then cupping them. His hand slipped lower and felt the incredible warmth beneath and the slippery lubrication that communicated just how ready she was.

She pushed him backward frantically, steering him toward the bed, and when he fell down on it, she stretched out on him, kissing him desperately, almost violently. She reared up above him and lowered one nipple into his mouth, and she cried out as his tongue lapped it up deliciously, bucking her lower body across his and revelling in the feel of his turgid desire brushing across her nether lips.

And then she sidled down his body, planting little kisses on his body as she moved, and then she pried his legs apart and her hand and lips claimed him in a delicious, warm, explosive moment of sheer bliss and indescribable joy.

Fatima felt his desire on her lips, and she worked slowly and tenderly on him until she felt him bucking for more, and then she sidled back up, holding him erect as she slipped her jade gate slowly down on him. Her hands grabbed his shoulders as she began thrusting feverishly on him, arching her back as the indescribable sweetness touched every core of her body.

“Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy!” she moaned fervently as she built up, unable to stop the agonizing sweetness claiming her body in the throes of the biggest volcanic wave she had ever ridden.

She flopped off him suddenly, and heard his agonized gasp, but she fell on him and kissed him fervently, her hand reaching down to rub him, to keep him erect and powerful.

“Come behind me, qalbi!” she whispered throatily. “Finish me off sweetly as only you can, Chrissy, my love, my heart…qalbi!”

She slid off him and grabbed the pillows, bunching them under her head and burying her face in them as Chris moved behind her and ran his hands around the incredible curves and silky-smooth length of her thighs as he slid into her delicious depths. She gasped and held on tightly as he rode her powerfully and sweetly, putting sweetness into every thrust. He could feel her tightening up breathtakingly around his girth as she approached the crest of the earth-shattering wave she was riding.

She thrust back frantically against him as words of endearment exploded out of her mouth, and then she began to tremble fiercely as she crested, and he moved with her, groaning deeply in their mutual explosive release of lust, desire and craving.

Fatima collapsed on the bed with him still embedded in her, and she moved her hips gently now as she continued to ride to the calm seas with his arms tightly around her, feeling him throbbing sweetly within her and gasping with the final tidal buffets.

Finally, they quietened, and she slowly moved her derriere from his connecting appendage and turned slowly to face him, draping a sweet thigh along his hips and leaning forward to kiss him.

“Ah, I love you so, qalbi,” she whispered against his lips.

“Fati, you can’t stay in this godforsaken place!” Chris whispered with concern in his voice. “Tareq…he’s not normal now. He can hurt you badly.”

“Let’s not talk about him now, please,” she whispered.

“We should, because I care about you,” Chris insisted.

“I know, qalbi,” she said tenderly. “I know. Actually, I don’t want to leave Zuwara because I don’t want to lose you.”

Chris Bawa sighed softly.

“D you want to marry him now, habibati?” he asked softly. “Maybe iron out your differences and marry him? Evidently, he still loves you.”

“Ah, love is such a fancy word for it, isn’t it, qalbi?” she whispered. “Tareq lied to me. I gave him my heart, but he already has two wives and he kept the fact from me. Believe me, I have no inkling to be with him again.”

“Polygamy is not a strange thing in your culture, Fati,” he said.

“It is not indeed, but that is not of my concern, not that much,” Fatima said sadly. “But, alas, he is a violent man, another character trait he hid well from me. He uses his fists to argue, and photos I’ve seen of his other wives bears the fact that he will change the way my face looks in a few years with his angry fists. No, I do not want him.”

“But he will not let you be as long as you remain in Zuwara, habibati,” he said and turned on his back.

She moved up and put her head on his chest, running her hand down his body deliciously.

“My uncle lives in Khoms, Qalbi, and for years he has demanded me to move to his house,” Fatima said. “He is powerful, and Tareq wouldn’t dare play the tomfoolery there.”

“Then move to Khoms, Fati!” Chris said desperately. “If you remain here, he’ll surely harm you, and I wouldn’t like that.”

“Ah, but I’m in a quandary, you see, a lot of confusion because Khoms is far from Tripoli, and alas if I move there, I would not be able to see you again. And I would not like that.”

“Your life is more important to me, habibati,” Chris said tenderly as he caressed her nipple, making her squirm deliciously. “But I’ll take a flight to Khoms to see you, for a full day, anytime I pass through!”

She lifted herself up and peered down at him in the darkness, and he could see her teeth glinting as she smiled, elated.

“You promise, qalbi?” she asked, exhilarated.

“I promise, my love,” he whispered.

She squealed with happiness and bowed her head over his, kissing him fiercely, and just then the lights came on in a bright glare, startling both of them.

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