EMOTIONAL TINGLE
(Mind Reader at School)
Episode 18 & 19
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Written by Author Nath
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The locking of their lips for a kiss reflected on the moonlight. One could see Margret caressing his cheek as the romantic and passionate kiss lingered. The shock of it short-circuited Crucifix’ brain and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. And then he was pressing her lips apart, hungry for her, desperate for more. He kissed her as if it were not the first time but the last, as if the world was about to end, and every second was worth a lifetime. He feasted on her with the craving of months admiration and expection.
Blindly Margret caught his mouth with hers, while her fingers tangled in his hair. The textures of him- plush velvet, rough bristle, wet silk- stimulated her beyond bearing. She’d never known desire like this, a swoon that kept deepening into more and more exquisite feeling. Her hands groped around his neck, her fingers lacing through the thick shorn locks at the back of his head. The hard, clean contours of Crucifix’ face rubbed against hers, a different feeling than the coarse tickle of his hair in her delicate palm. But the mouth was the same, full and erotic, searingly hot. Crucifix consumed her slowly, searching with his tongue, licking deep into each kiss. Wild quivers of pleasure went through him, weakening his knees until he suddenly lost balance on the bench. As his head tilted back, a forgotten tear slid from the outer corner of his eye to the edge of his cheek. His lips followed the salty track, absorbing the taste pleasurably.
Wow! I must say Crucifix really loved Margret for him to let out a tear while kissing her. He thought he was dreaming! No, it was a reality but not dreams come true until he never thinks of getting the ribbon of his ancestors. The teenagers were about to enter into another level of emotion when Obiageri’s coughing voice came from the entrance of the house. Quickly, they stopped and Crucifix regained his balance on the bench.
“Mama Obiageri, i thought you’ve slept.” his voice superseded that of the chirping crickets.
“I thought so too until I heard a collapsing breath and bench.” the old woman replied.
Margret stood up with a smile. “I’ve to go to bed now, Cross” she passed Obiageri. “Good night, mama Obiageri.” she added on her way in.
“Good night, my dear.” she replied.
Meanwhile, Crucifix hadn’t left the bench as he stared at Obiageri who slowly walked to him. The woman approached silently and sat beside him. “We need to talk, Obe.” she said.
“I know, I’m still young.” Crucifix jumped in.
“No, you are not young, but you’re young to come between two women. Obviously, the young girl that left lately today loves you while you love this one called Margret.”
“Which should a man go for: the one who loves him or the one he loves?”
Obiageri exhaled. “None should a man go for.” she replied while Crucifix narrowed his vision to understand what the old woman was trying to substantiate. “A man goes for where he obtains peace, and love is not totally peace. You need to make a good decision, son.” she concluded.
“But I have made my decision already through lovcilia. Love is a decision not an emotion.” Crucifix said conclusively.
Obiageri looked at him. “How did you feel making the decision?”
Crucifix shrugged. “Nothing. Courageous, I think” he replied.
“Good, because the worst decisions we make in life are always the one we make out of fear. I commend you on the part you said love is a decision. It is also a judgment and a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever because feelings come and go. How can you really judge that it will stay forever when your act does not involve judgment and decision?”
“I just pray I didn’t make the wrong choice.” he bent his head.
“Sometimes, making the wrong choice is better than making no choice. You have the courage to go forward, that is rare. A person who stands at the fork, unable to pick, will never get anywhere.”
Both remained quiet for some time. They could hear Margret, speaking on the phone, probably with Eda.
“I just want to know how a total stranger can alter someone’s feelings through love.” Crucifix broke the silence.
“Yes, Obe. A complete stranger has the capacity to alter the life of another irrevocably. This domino effect has the capacity to change the course of an entire world. That is what life is; a chain reaction of individuals colliding with others and influencing their lives without realizing it. A decision that seems miniscule to you, may be monumental to the fate of the world. That’s why we need to be careful with others especially when it has to do with emotions.”
Crucifix smiled. “Thank you, mama Obiageri.”
The woman placed a hand on his cheek, smiling too. “No, my son, you don’t understand; you’re a special kid. The only woman that will give you the peace of mind I talked about is the woman you can not read her mind.” Obiageri stood up with the help of her stick and walked inside. She left the boy speechless and confused.
What did she mean by that? Was she saying that neither Margret nor Raina was the right person for Crucifix? Or was she saying a different thing entirely? The boy wondered obnoxiously. He stood up from the bench with a hand on his waist while his eyes were fixed at the moon. “God..” he soliloquized..
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Back to the residence of Mr. Nelson, Raina seated on the middle of her bed. She folded her legs like a prayerful meditating Islam. She wore a pant without bra but three pillows surrounding her and one she embraced tightly could not let anyone see either the pant or the Ɲīpplës. In her eyes were tears, rolling down like a waterfall. Suddenly, her door opened and her mother entered. She wore a milky night gown, of course her hair was totally parked in a net. Seeing her, Raina glanced at her wall clock; sharp 12midnight.
Mrs. Nelson came with anger to bestow them on her daughter but seeing the tears in her eyes and knowing that she was still awake, the anger vanished. “Raina?” she sat down at the edge of the bed while the daughter remained quiet. “What is the problem and where did you go to today?” she was still inquisitive
“I’m sorry, mum.” Raina sniffed in.
“Sorry for what?”
“I don’t know.” the tears increased.
“Come here.” The mother pulled her to herself in a way Raina placed her head on her chest as the silence lingered. “Is okay, my darling.” she added.
The woman didn’t know the exact reason of her daughter’s tears. Of course she needed to know but couldn’t help to see the tears of her only child. Hence, wh@ťěver the reason may be, it could wait. Therefore, tranquility returned to the room for more than a minute Raina found refuge on her mother’s chest. Only the sound of the ticking clock filled their ears.
“Is it about your friend, Crucifix?” The mother anxiously broke the silence.
Raina nodded her head.
“What did he do?”
“Nothing.” she replied while the mother patiently waited for a better response. “I’m only stupid for falling for him when he’s heart is with another.” she clarified.