Sunday, 23 February 2014
When I woke up in the morning today, I found Georgie lying beside me in bed, fast asleep. I stood up and walked stealthily to the living room, then to his meditation room, trying to see if there was any scruffy sign of Tiger. The two rooms were lonely and quiet. I walked to the kids bedroom and found them still asleep. I left as calm as I had gone in; I did not want to wake them up so early on a Sunday.
When I returned to my bedroom, I found Georgie awake; in fact, surfing the Internet on his smartphone.
“Good morning, my lord,” I greeted.
“Morning, dear,” he replied in a calm croaky voice, unminding my presence. I moved closer and sat next to him on the bed.
“You must have come to bed late yesterday, eeh?” I asked, caressing his neck with my right palm. He was still lying in bed facing the other side.
“Yes, quite late indeed,” he replied putting the phone away and sitting up.
“Is he giving you hard time?”
“No. I just don’t like his obstinacy.”
“Obstinacy? What do you mean, my lord?” I moved closer and wrapped my arms around his chest and bear shoulders.
“The man is annoyingly persistent. There’s some information… .” He stopped and looked down at me. And then as if he had just remembered something, he held my head into his palms, pecked my lips lightly and stood up. “He left so late. I got him under my thumb. And by the way, I’m going to church alone today,” he said dissonantly, picked up his phone and left for the commode. I wondered what had happened to him in the twinkling. I put on a home-dress and went about my tidying and magiristic duties.
When we had eaten breakfast and Georgie had left for church, I had a light moment with my kids in a cool patch outside the house, though I have to admit they had some skittish questions.
We spoke about home and the people we missed. The kids said they longed to see you, dear sister, and so I’m planning to send them over to you in April when they begin their recess.
Tony wanted to know about Tiger and why he came to our place yesterday.
“He is your father’s confidant. He came to have a little talk with him over some work-related issues,” I collected an answer.
“Why so late?” he inquired further.
“Um… says it was urgent.”
“He looks shaggy and scary. I don’t like him around my dad,” said Harriet.
“Me too. Not even a snippet of my heart goes out for him. Do you like him, Mama?” asked Tony.
“Not much. I’ll talk to your father about you not liking him. And that you find him scary,” I replied.
“You better do it, Mama. I hate him,” said Tony, rancour springing up on his face.
“Oh! You hate him… that so soon…,” I exclaimed, almost running out of words.
“Me too, Mama; the man is such an awful sight,” asserted Harriet. “What’s even his full name?”
“Tiger. He is called Tiger Kamilio,” I answered.
“Tiger? Like the forest feline predator, eeh? See, he is here to devour us,” claimed Tony.
“And his second name sounds just like that colour changing animal… what’s it even called?” frained Harriet.
“Chameleon,” answered Tony. We all laughed. “And Mama, tell me something.” Tony now sounded more serious than before. “How often do you and father talk? Is he giving you a hard time?”
“We’re fine, Tony. Your father and I are at peace with each other and we speak almost everyday. Your father is a good man, and whenever he’s quiet, I can’t blame him ’cause he has a lot to deal with at work, as the governor of this county, you know.”
“Yes, I guess I understand. I just hope he gives you easy time at home, eeh?”
“I think you’re the one giving father hard time, Mama. See, you lost his ring the other day,” Harriet popped up.
“A ring! Father has a ring?” Tony wondered aloud.
“Yes. I misplaced his wedding ring, but I found it, baby. No worries.”
“But I’ve never seen the two of you wear rings,” he insisted.
“Me neither. She says they rarely put them on long after their wedding,” supported Harriet.
“Whoa! Mama, you wedded father?” inquired Tony. “You’ve never told us anything like that!”
“Yes,” I answered, feeling uncomfortable, “long before you two were born.”
“Then why don’t you put it on? And… and I can’t imagine you’ve never shown us the wedding photos too. Won’t you bring them out and put some smiles on our faces, please,” requested Tony.
“I left them at home. We’ll have a look at them some day,” I said with slight relief.
“OK,” he released.
“Maybe that’s why father seems down in the mouth these day. You’re not Indicating your pride for him, at least by hanging your wedding photos on the wall and celebrating your wedding anniversary,” claimed Harriet. “And then, for the reckon, I think he is ashamed of you after shouting so impudently and evilly at him in church last Sunday. See, he hasn’t taken us out today. Why did you make that devilish noise, Mama? Are you possessed or something?”
“For sure, that noise was the battiest thing you’ve ever done, Mama,” Tony backed up.
“Yeah. Maybe I was possessed, I don’t know. I already apologised to your father. And I’m sorry in case I hurt your feelings too, my children.”
“You certainly need an exorcism,” suggested Harriet.
“Mama, I know your relationship with Baba isn’t good. But whatever it is, please iron it out amicably,” Tony put in sorrowfully. “I don’t believe in demons. Relationships are ruined by people, not demons.”
“Oh, puh-leeze!” exclaimed Harriet, immitating Michelle Tanner in Full House.
“You have spoken, my children, the things you watch on Tv shows like Full House, but when you grow up and marry or get married, you will come in touch with reality and shed off fantasy. Arise, let us go in and prepare lunch.”
And so we left the patch for the house.
Georgie will be leaving with his executive for the trip to China tomorrow. I spoke to one of the county ministers who is my distant relative on phone. She confirmed the event but refused to unleash details. Perhaps after seeing him off tomorrow, I will stop by Moderncare to check on Pastor Anthony who has been in the special care unit. The clock is ticking towards midnight. Georgie is yet to come back home. I cannot stop worrying about his safety.