Love Hates…
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
LOVE HATES
A CHRISEFFE BLISS
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EPISODE 14
“Chris!” Wachipa screamed as he reached across for the money, but Chris stood up just then and faced Hazem.
“Good dog, good dog,” Hazem said with a chuckle. “Now, put it into my pocket, and then I’m going to have Abdul have a go at you.”
Chris’ jaw was working fiercely as he glared at Hazem, and his eyes had taken on a very deadly and intense look indeed.
“Abdul,” he said softly. “He broke old Mehdi’s neck, right?”
“Yiiis!” Abdul hissed furiously as he took a step toward Chris with his jaw jutting out pugnaciously. “Me briiks hiiis niiiick, yeew bastarrrrd!”
“You shouldn’t have done that!” Chris hissed dangerously. “He was my friend.”
“The money, motherfucker!” Hazem screamed in a maddened voice. “Put the envelope into my bloody pocket now!”
Chris reached out to tuck the white envelope into Hazem’s pocket with his right hand, and then he flexed his left arm and a wicked knife slid from a hidden sheath on his arm into his palm.
With the speed of lightning, he swung the knife around viciously, cutting through Abdul’s neck and severing his jugular, and then with blinding speed he pressed the bloodied edge of the knife against Hazem’s throat.
Effe screamed!
She was not alone!
Almost all the women in the eatery were screaming as blood spurted from Abdul’s throat and turned his white shirt into a crimson mat! He gurgled and pressed his hands to his throat, trying vainly to stop the bleeding…and then he crashed to the floor.
Chris had moved like a spirit, so fast that no one could really follow his movements, and now Hazem and his men looked at the lifeless body of Abdul on the floor.
With roars of fury the men pointed their guns at Chris!
The two at the door rushed forward with drawn guns and pointed them at Chris too.
Chris did not look at them.
His eyes were fixed on Hazem’s face. The man was sweating furiously all of a sudden, and there was a trace of blood on his throat where the sharp knife had already nicked his skin.
“Chris!” Hazem shouted fearfully as Chris leaned harder on the knife. “If you kill me, my boys will gun you down and kill everybody here, including your friends, believe me! You keep the money, and we will leave peacefully, you bastard!”
“It doesn’t work that way, dickhead!” Chris hissed furiously. “When Mehdi died, I informed the police, asshole. There was no evidence, and most of them are on your payroll anyway! So, I went to the police headquarters in Tunis when Shayma informed me that you were taking seventy percent of her money, we waited for you, bastard!
We told her to convince you to come along on this trip because she wants to sleep with you! So, you rolled along to have some pussy, yeah? Well, guess what, motherfucker, this is a trap! All the customers here this morning are cops from the bloody headquarters!”
And then, suddenly, all the men who had been eating stood up, and all of them were holding heavy-calibre guns!
Effe trembled fiercely as Mike put his arm around her, drawing her close. She looked away from the dead man on the floor because she felt so nauseous and looking at him a moment longer would make her throw up.
Men came out of many cars on the parking lot, and they were all holding guns. They overpowered the two goons outside waiting around Hazem’s cars.
Hazem’s face was filled with mad fear now as he looked at Chris defiantly.
“We were recording you, motherfucker!” Chris hissed dangerously. “We have you on tape, on video and in front of police witnesses admitting you killed Mehdi, and that you extort monies from his daughter! I can kill you right now, buddy, and you can’t bloody do shit about it!”
An elderly man with a pistol stepped forward quickly.
“That will be enough, Mr. Bawa!” he said quickly and firmly. “Let him go now. We need him.”
Already, the guns had been taken from the hands of Hazem’s men, and they were being handcuffed.
Hazem smiled in a wicked way and sweat fell freely down his face as he looked at Chris.
“Well-played, buddy!” he croaked. “You have me. Kill me now, fucker, because I’m not going to prison! Kill me, Chris, you fuck!”
Chris grunted as his body was suffused with rage. He pressed the knife tighter against Hazem’s throat.
“Mr. Bawa!” the elderly policeman said earnestly. “This man works with powerful criminals! We must have him and question him to get all of them! If you kill him, the crime will continue! And I swear I’ll charge you with murder and lock you away!”
“Fuck off!” Chris said coldly, his voice a cauldron of simmering rage. “Arrest me for murder? This bastard had Mehdi murdered and you couldn’t do crap! What shows you can bloody hold him?”
“Mehdi squealed like a gutted pig when I stuck him over and over with my knife!” Hazem shouted. “I beat the crap out of him before Abdul broke his head, did you know? He begged for his life as I beat him up! Kill me, Chris! Kill me now, motherfucker!”
Chris shook with rage and reversed the knife, putting its tip against the side of Hazem’s neck and began to press it home. With a moan from fear Effe shouted, jumped on the table and rushed at him.
“Chris, no!” she whispered with tears of agony running down her cheeks.
She put her hand on his wrist and noticed how he was shaking with wrath.
“Don’t, Chris. Please, I beg of you. Don’t let them arrest you.”
He turned dark eyes to her, and she was shocked to see the beginnings of tears in the depths of his eyes.
“What do you care?” he asked fiercely. “Whether I die or live, whether I get arrested or not, what do you care, Effe Kedem? You damn liar, you traitor! What the hell do you care?”
Effe wept then.
She put her hand to her lips and wept bitterly.
“I’m sorry, Chris,” she whispered as her lips shook and her body shook uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry! But seeing you like this, doing this, I do care, Chris. I really do care!”
She pushed into him, moving him away from Hazem.
The policemen rushed on Hazem quickly, but again, in a flash, Chris grabbed Hazem by the lapels of his shirt and began to spin him around.
“Bawa!” Hazem screamed shrilly as Chris spun him round, gathering momentum. “What the fuck are you doing, you crazy Ghanaian? You bastard! Motherfucker! Stop, Chris, stop! Motherfuuuuuuuuuucker!”
Chris spun once more, and then he lifted Hazem and hurled him toward the front glass of the eatery!
Hazem was screaming with real fear now, turning end over end as his body hurtled through space helplessly.
He tried to bring up his arms to shield his face as the glass loomed nearer but to no avail. He crashed sickeningly into the glass!
The glass shattered with a deafening sprinkling sound, and Hazem sailed through and crashed down hard into the windscreen of his own Hummer!
The windscreen of the Hummer also shattered, and Hazem’s head and shoulders went through!
There was blood on his legs which were sticking out of the windscreen!
“Mr Bawa!” the aged policeman screamed shrilly as he planted himself in front of Chris. “See what you have done! You crazy man!”
“Fuck off,” Chris said tightly, his eyes still filled with fury as he stared at Hazem.
“Crazy man!” the cop screamed, filled with his own fury. “What’s the matter with you, huh? What’s the matter with you?”
He barked orders to his people.
Many policemen had surrounded the Hummer. Some had climbed onto the bonnet and were shattering the sharp edges of the windscreen with the butts of their rifles to release Hazem.
He was eventually dragged out of the car, and his white clothes were smeared with his own blood. He was looking around dazedly with horror as if Chris was still around him.
And then Chris did a most amazing thing.
He sighed tremulously, and then he blindly reached out and put his arms around Effe, drew her near, and buried his face in her hair.
Effe held him, and felt him trembling uncontrollably in her arms, and for the briefest of moments his arms tightened around her as his face now slid to the space between her shoulder and neck, like he used to do so many years ago when he was very tired, upset or angry.
She sighed, poignantly reminded of moments like these, passionate and emotional moments when he had held her close, and kissed her gently…moments she had forgotten she was on a planned trip for Baaba, and she had melted in his arms, and kissed him sweetly and sensuously.
These had been the moment where she had stopped acting and reality had caught up with her. And yes, she had enjoyed his arms, and his kisses had melted her bones.
She had tried to convince herself that there was no escaping their intimate moments if she really wanted evidence for her friend…but now she faced the awful truth in the face: she had been drawn to Chris Bawa too, and there had been moment she had wished he were a different kind of man!
There had been moments she had kissed him back because her heart had craved for it, and her body had yearned for it! Moments of intense passion that had always left her confused, and in the end she had tried to stop her pursuit of evidence!
That was why she had tried in vain to let everything happen before the wedding day, to let Jonathan get the loan so that she could stop what she was doing and flee from Chris Bawa!
Yes, moments like these when everything had receded, and she had been alone with him, seemingly the only two people in the world…
Oh, Chris!
Suddenly, he broke the magic spell!
He pushed away from her and looked down at her with a sad look on his face.
It was not anger, or hatred or dislike!
It was a hurt face, a shattered face of the lonely, hurt man underneath the hard exterior!
This was the face of a vulnerable Chris Bawa!
“There you go again,” he murmured painfully. “You fill my heart, and you fill my mind with your sweetness…weakening me! Pretending, always, Effe. Tearing away my defences and subjecting my heart to pain only you are capable of giving me!”
Yes indeed, a vulnerable look that had robbed him of his iron control and hard exterior. This was a lonely man, a man in need of affection but whose heart could not allow him.
“Chris…” Effe whispered painfully.
“What are you planning to do now, Effe?” he asked softly. “Whom are you lying for now? You’re here again to lie, and hurt, and betray me, aren’t you? Did they send you after me again? To make sure I’m no threat to them? Is that why you’re here, Effe? Is that why you simply won’t let me be?”
He walked past her then, and she stood still as her tears fell.
She felt dizzy and weak, and might have fallen down if Mike had not moved close to her, and put a steadying arm across her shoulders.
Effe wanted to go to him, to call him and hold him back, to explain her heart to him, but she could not move. The pain in his heart was amplified in hers a hundred times, and as she gasped for breath, she wondered what was going on.
What was happening to her?
Indeed, it was true!
She simply could not let him be!
It was not like she was striving to strangle him, but her soul just wanted the truth between them, and had acted out of desperation. But if he thought her up to something else, thought her capable of being in his life again to continue her betrayal, as he put it, then maybe it was time to let him go.
She was done, bushed out!
Of course, she would try to explain things to him again, when he was less emotional, but then if he pushed her away again, she would accept it, and walk out of his life forever.
Shayma looked at Effe strangely as she also moved after Chris. The dead body of Abdul had been bagged and zipped up, but there was still blood on the floor.
Shayma put her arm around Chris’ waist as he stood against the far counter. Effe saw the barman handing over a bottle of whisky to Chris, and then he turned away toward the door with Shayma beside him.
The police commander was following Chris and calling him, but Chris paid no heed. He opened the bottle, and he paused to drink from it straight, and then he put his arm around Shayma’s shoulders and they moved out of view.
Effe had no comfort, not even with Crankson’s arm across her shoulders.
To lie…
To hurt…
And to betray…
That was what he thought of her now.
That was the basis of his hatred, and that was how he saw her. The pain was deep and alien to her, and she knew, without any doubt, that until Chris Bawa felt differently about her, she would never know peace.
The worst vice she had seen in him eight years ago had been the way he had been cruel to Baaba.
Hidden inside that wardrobe, she had seen Chris’ face and heard his voice!
It had not been anyone in a mask!
She had seen him for who and what he was when he abused Baaba brutally before making rough love to Baaba.
She had seen him, every inch of him!
So, why was he behaving as the victim now? Had there been other facts she had not been aware of?
There was an extra viciousness to Chris Bawa now. Here was a man who drank, smoked and made love without a conscience. In just a couple of days she had seen this man killing three men…one with a vicious blow, another with a gun, and now with a knife!
He had just done it, without halt, without guilt, without remorse.
Just a cold-hearted approach.
She wondered if he had killed other people at the hideout of the kidnappers! Chris Bawa had become the worst form of the man he had ever been!
Was it true that she had had a part to play in it?
Had her betrayal caused Chris Bawa to lose faith and trust in the human race?
Whatever it was, she knew she could not leave this war raging on between them. She might have to live with his scorn and his dislike, but she did not want Chris Bawa to hate her, or descend further into the life of decadence he was obviously leading.
And, more importantly, she wanted him to know the truth, and know that she had nothing to do with that court case!
And of course, she could not forget the fact that he was married now.
So, romantically, he was out.
Not that she wanted him romantically, no. Steve was enough for her. They understood each other. She was comfortable with him, and knew he was committed to her.
Most importantly, they were both determined to make it work.
But Chris Bawa was a whole new entity altogether!
Whatever happened, she would speak to him, clear things up as best as she could, and then she would part from him…forever this time.
It would be better to move out of his life, and not ever set eyes on him again.
***
It was a small cemetery located at the back garden of the pristine white building that was the Mehdi residence.
Old Mehdi Al Gazzah had been buried beside his wife, Soumaya, who had died five years previously. Their graves were side by side, raised above the ground and covered with a beautiful tent with awning.
Chris Bawa knelt on one knee and gently placed the wreathes, one on each grave. There were tears in his eyes as he stood up and looked solemnly at the framed photo of Mehdi.
“I avenged you today, abay,” he said softly. “Ah, I will miss our tots of whisky. Today, I drink to you, abay…yubah, drink!”
He took a deep swig from the whisky bottle, and then he knelt again and upended the bottle, pouring the remaining alcohol at the foot of the grave. He stepped back, tapped his heart twice with his right hand, and then he turned toward Shayma.
She was standing behind him with both hands clamped together above her lips, and tears were falling down her cheeks.
“Chris!” she whispered tenderly. “Aashakouka!”
He arched his eyebrows at her and a soft smile split his handsome face as he stepped toward her.
“I adore you too, Shay,” he said as he wiped a single tear that fell down his cheek. “It irks me sore that a life so wonderful could be ended so brutally by that vile man.”
“For us, death is a release, habibi,” she whispered. “He died cruel, but today, his aching soul is at rest, for the hand that broke his neck is no more. Thank you, habibi, for bringing honour to my home. Aashakouka.”
She moulded herself into his arms suddenly, pressing close to him.
He smiled down at her.
“I did it for him, my Shay,” he said gently. “Today, my heart grieves for my padre…abay…yubah.”
She smiled sadly.
“Come with me, habibi,” she said gently. “I drew a bath for you. You have honoured me today. Let me honour you too before you go. You’re the only one that makes me wish, above all else, that I am younger, and a Ghanaian, and your girl.”
“You invoke images in a grieving soul, Shay,” he said softly.
“Maybe, for a time, we can find a little peace and joy, Chrissy. Come with me, habibi…take a bath with me, and let me ride a horse with you.”
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