The morning seemed brighter than ever. I stood at my window to watch the sun rise and enjoy the view of my backyard. I could see my gardener watering the flowers which seemed happier than before. Their sweet scent had become sweeter and they were more beautiful than before. When my eyes landed on the swimming pool, I could see through the water to the bottom of the pool. The water seemed to enjoy the sun rays with its slow movement from side to side. Everything seemed happy for the blessing of a new day.
For a moment I wished I was the sun. I could punish the cruelty of the heartbreakers and betrayers of love. At least I could be able to teach them a lesson and the importance of love. The more I stood at my window the more I became restless.
My head was heavier while the rest of the body was very light. I could not tell why but deep inside my heart I could feel some hate, disappointment and a lot of confusion. The same feeling I had when Tasha left and when Mercy slapped me in front of crowd. I could feel the weight of the battle I was about to engage in, more heavier than any battle have ever engaged in. it was not going to be easy but at the bottom of the swimming pool I could see light. That to me was a sign of success and victory. There was knock at the door. It wasn't Sharon, I thanked God for granting my first wish today.
"Morning boss? "
"Morning Catherine", I answered.
I stood in front of Catherine for minutes as silence roamed between us. I could see the surprise in her eyes though couldn't understand why. She has been my housekeeper since I moved in this house. She stood in front of me smiling and very happy like someone who had just won a jackpot.
I met Catherine at my previous place of stay, she was the caretaker. She was very friendly and I could tell that everyone loved her. She was like a mother to me even when Tasha left, she really sympathized with me.
"If she was meant to be yours she will come back, if she doesn't then she belongs to someone else", she sympathized with me. She went on to tell me how she met with her husband. Both the families didn't want them to get married but the love and friendship they had for each other defeated all the barriers. Her husband's family did not like her simply because she came from a very poor family and again she was not learned.
But she was educated, according to me. She knew a lot more than the so called learned people. After her husband's death, she was chased away from home together with her daughter. The family claimed that she was the one who killed her husband. When she went back home to her parents, her mother chased her away too.
One day, I stooped at the market to see a friend, as I was stepping out of the vehicle she came to my door begging for twenty shillings to buy painkillers for her sick daughter. I was out of words for seconds, one from the fact that she did not recognize me, two was the fact that she had really deteriorated in healthy and third was why, when and how did she become a beggar?
"Sir please, help me my daughter is in pain" she begged
"Catherine?" I called her. That's when she looked direct to my eyes and remembered me. She couldn't stop crying. I took her daughter to hospital and that's when she told me the whole story and how she been homeless for months. Her daughter had also been chased away from school apart from being sick. At the hospital we shared a lot, we could laugh and sympathize with each other. After her daughter was treated and discharged I took them to my place.
"Hey young man?" she called as she took away one of my hands from the door frame taking my thoughts to a journey from the past to the present.
"You could at least say excuse me sir", I teased her with words as I turned to watch her collecting dirty cloths as she sang a song in her local language which I could not understand.
"Ooh excuse me sir, who is that young lady in the kitchen making breakfast?" she smiled.
"What?" I could not believe it, Sharon was in the kitchen making breakfast. Catherine started laughing as she saw the confusion displayed all over me as I ran from one side of my room to the other. I was really confused and the same time surprised. Did this mean that she was serious about making me happy the rest of my life? Or may be its just that she was hungry and didn't want to wake me up. I stormed out of my bedroom leaving Catherine to continue with her work at the same time laughing at me.
"You are unbelievable Catherine", I told her as I left the door direct to the stairs down.
Sharon was busy. It true alcohol affects our judgement though this time it was the other way round. She was more beautiful than last night. I stood at the kitchen door for minutes admiring her and all she was doing. I didn't know whether she was pretending not see me or she was taken away by the French toasts she was making. They really smelt good at a point I opened my mouth to beg her to teach me how to prepare them but the words couldn't come out. So I decided to observe only.
Sharon was truly beautiful, she could drive many gentlemen crazy like she was doing to me right now. She was chocolate in complexion, well build, perfectly sized, with a big ass and smooth body, of cause the eight-figure was traumatizing in its own lovely way. If it wasn't God who brought us together then the devil must have powers of romantic corruption. For a moment she reminded me of Linn and her big ass, a big ass and beauty that messed up a very enjoyable party. Thank God she was in prison paying for her crimes.
"Enjoying the nature of the surrounding?" she asked without looking at me. I don't know how she knew I was admiring her internally and publicly.
"It depends on what is being surrounded", I answered as I walked slowly towards her.
"And in your own point of view, are your eyes pleased with what they see?" Sharon asked turning around to face me.
"You cannot judge the beauty of a flower by the sense of vision alone, the smell means more", I pointed this time reaching for her hands and pulling her towards me.
"You have my permission", she sexily said showing her well -arranged white teeth. For the first time near her, my manhood participated in the judgement. She was ready for my kiss.
I could not wait for anymore second, her lips met mine and the agreement and its sweet sensation took us to a journey of instant life perfection with only one want and need. Each other. I let her be the driver which she crazily did without hesitation. She pushed her smooth mint-testing tongue inside my mouth to meet mine. I was hard and my cock pushed my shorts forward to be let out to meet its partner too. I didn't want it to stop but before that thought could escape from my mount she let my lips go, kissed me on my forehead and turned to continue with what she was doing before I had interrupted.
"You know someone told me that we can only be responsible for our own path", I told her after grasping my breath.
"And why am having the feeling of skepticality in your beliefs", she asked as she poured me some coffee.
"My past experience with ladies of your type has made me belief that my love life is firmly embended to disappointment and heartbreak." I answered with surety.
"First of all I don't know what you mean by the statement 'ladies of my type, ..." she angrily said "but...," she paused. " Although the past defines who we are, it still remains to be the past and the future is the future. So my dear it upon you to do things different", She rolled her eyes away to the window.
Her tone and facial look changed. I could see infelicity all over her face and I could not tell whether she was the same lady who was passionately kissing me few minutes ago. She was hurt by my statement of including her in my ex-type dating category.
Sharon stopped what she was doing at an instant pace, looked direct to my eyes in disbelief, then she picked one of the french toasts she had made then left. I watched as she disappeared through the behind door. I stagnantly stood at one point not knowing what to do next. I have never been the compassionate type and I have never been good at apologizing and saying sorry. The thing is, I was sorry for comparing her to Tasha, Linn and Mercy and some worse characters I had dated before. She seemed nice.