PASTOR HELENA
Written by Nicholas Stephen
Episode 13
(Helena stãrted acting weird)
HAPPY SUNDAY!!!
She quickly stood up, wrapped her little cloth and headed to the bathroom without uttering a single word.
“Helena come on! or should I come and join you there?” I muttered, staring at her ãss while she entered the bathroom and shut the door.
“Well, as the saying goes; there’s time for everything. Let me just allow her rest today. I believe the next time, I won’t take it easy on her because even as it stands, I’m not yet satisfied. She didn’t give it to me the way I wanted it. It is well.” I said to myself and went to get the mob from the kitchen.
I took the mob to her room alongside with a bucket of water. After cleaning the spêrms, I kept the mob and went to my room. I couldn’t remember when I slept off.
The next morning, pastor had already prepared herself and told me she wants to leave. I pleaded with her to stay but all went in deaf ears. She added that she can’t stay due to so many reasons.
“Don’t worry pastor, let me escort you and Ada to the junction.” Purity protested, holding ada and smiling lavishly.
“Take care pastor.” I said to her, waving both hands. But she just kept quiet. Her face was pallid, as if she was enraged. Her entire expression was tense.
I just stood by the gate as purity escorted them off. “Mehn is it because of the sêx that’s making her face looking like that of a rãging bull? Geez. Why is she acting as if I’m the only one that enjoyed it? Women can pretend…” I muttered folding both hands and joining both legs together.
After spending some time there, I suddenly realised that a customer needed my shoes, so I got ready and delivered them to her.
She paid me my cash and I left.
On my way back home dad quickly called, although I wasn’t expecting his call so I picked.
“Hello dad, good afternoon.” I greeted.
“My son how are you? Been a while though hope you’re taking good care of your sister?… You know I’m the busy type and your mum just left before you called.”
“I’m fine dad just that, and purity is doing well. Dad alot of things to tackle in life. You know being a man is not easy. 30yrs is no longer far..”
“Good.. Bigi Bugi ummm mmmmm. So how’s your business? Hope customers are patronizing you?” Dad asked while clearing his throat.
“Yes dad….”
“You know you’ve not shown me your girl o. Haha or are you still hiding it? Because you know I’m your dad and I must be aware.”
I chuckled
“Dad.. ummm not yet. I’m still working on myself for now..”
“Alright then if you say so. You know you hardly call because I do hear from purity often.”
“Alright then. Take care of yourselves.”he added and aborted the call.
I branched one of the bars and drank some alcoholic drinks before heading home.
It’s been three days already and I haven’t heard from pastor. I haven’t seen her call nor text. Then I told myself that she’d definitely call..
To my surprise, eight days straight the situation remains thesame. It was as if they moved a heavy stone on my chest. I became worried.
The following week, I decided to pay her a visit. When I got to her house the whole place was locked, looking as if she wasn’t around. She wasn’t back after I waited for more than an hour. I then returned home with the intention of seeing her the next day.
When I went back there the following day, the door was opened. When I entered, she was attending to some visitors.
When she sighted me from afar, she excused them and came to meet me.
In my mind I was ecstatic since the fact that she could stop what she was doing and come over definitely demonstrated that she loves me.
When she came, her face wasn’t friendly at all. Before I could say something, she started ranting in rage.
“What is it! What are you still doing here?”
“But pastor I don’t understand what you mean by that question.” I muttered in guilt.
“You’re asking me you don’t understand what I’m saying!?” She squeãked angrily.
“Just go. Victor start going. I don’t have anything to do with you again. I said start going!” She bellowed at me, while wãrding me off with both hands.
“But.. But…But pastor. Why, I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”
