Masuk“I love you…”he said, wandering away from the car, his steps unsteady.She staggered after him and caught his arm, helping him back toward the car before he lost his balance.Then she shouted at the top of her voice, laughing wildly,“I love you too, Jonathan!I wanna fuck you right about now.”“Yeah… I wanna fuck you too, Matilda,” Jonathan echoed, his voice thick with alcohol.They both burst into laughter.She fell against his chest, laughing so hard she could barely hold herself up.Jonathan cupped her face with both hands and lifted her head, their eyes meeting in the dim light.For a moment, everything went quiet between them.Then they kissed.It was not a gentle kiss.It was deep, hungry, and careless, the kind of kiss that comes when two people stop pretending they have control.After a long moment, she pulled back slightly, breathing fast.“Wait… wait…” she said, laughing again, trying to catch her breath.“Guess what?I planned on fucking hard when we meet today…And guess
“I will sure do.”“Okay… bye for now.”It was 6:30 p.m. when Dr. Jonathan got a call from Matilda.“Hello, good evening, sir… this is Matilda.”At the sound of her voice, his face lit up with a bright smile.He quickly stood up from his bed and walked into the living room, making sure to keep some distance from the bedroom where his wife was.“Hey… how was your day?Where are you now?” he asked in a lowered voice.“My day was great.I’m about heading out to the agreed location.Hope you are still coming?” Matilda replied.“Sure I am. I’ll be on my way in a few minutes,”Dr. Jonathan said, already rushing to dress up.Dr. Jonathan and his wife had been fighting for weeks.Their marriage was hanging by a thread.The problem was his job.His wife had always known the nature of his work, and she had tried to cope.But ever since he became the Chief Doctor of one of the best hospitals in town, the pressure increased.He worked overtime almost every day — and he loved it.His wife, however,
He gently pulled a chair backward for her to sit.With a smirk, she said, “Thank you,” as she majestically sat down.He walked to the other side of the table, pulled out a chair, and sat.At this point, Matilda already had the menu in her hand, with a waitress standing beside her.“Welcome, ma… welcome, sir.”It was obvious from her accent that she was African.Matilda, jabbing playfully, said,“You sound African, and your complexion confirms it.It gives me peace knowing I am at the right place and will get exactly what I order when it comes to African dishes… right?”With a smile, the waitress nodded.“Yes, ma. We believe you will love what we have here.”“I would love to have fried rice… my usual.This was once my favorite place where I got all my African dishes well served.What would you have, babe?”“Give me the same order she has,” Jerald replied.As the waitress walked away with her small jotter and pen,Jerald watched her for a moment… until she disappeared behind the counter
Ring… ring…Jerald’s phone lit up on the dashboard.He glanced at the screen.“It’s from the hospital… Dr. Jonathan,” he said, staring at the phone for a moment.“Why is Jonathan calling me?”He hesitated, then dropped the phone back near the gear stick.“I’ll return his call later,” he muttered, looking away. Waiting for Matilda who was looking for something in her bag. Matilda turned sharply.“Wait… don’t tell me this is the same Jonathan from our school days years ago.”Jerald nodded.“That’s right.We’re still as close as ever.”For a moment, those words struck Matilda like a sudden blow.We’re still as close as ever…Her chest tightened.She felt exposed.Ashamed.Uncomfortable.She tried to hide it, but the spark in her face faded instantly.“Why… Why is he calling you?” she asked, her voice slightly trembling.“I don’t know,” Jerald replied.“Maybe because it’s been a while since we spoke.Besides… he’s my family doctor.”He shrugged.“Maybe there’s some issue.”Matilda swallo
He was still standing outside her window when he asked again.“Please… talk to me.”When it came to Matilda, Jerald could become as restless as a little boy denied his favorite food.He would worry, plead, insist — anything just to see her smile again.“Please talk to me,” he repeated softly.“Or did you not get the job?What happened?”Matilda kept looking straight ahead for a few seconds before finally speaking.“Nothing much happened,” she said slowly.“But I think the manager from earlier knows you.And she tried talking to me in a way I didn’t like… all in the name of advice.”She scoffed lightly.“But don’t worry. I made her understand her place in other people’s private matters.”Jerald sighed.“If it’s about the job… you know that’s your dream.But whatever they are going to pay you… I can give you the same amount. You know that, right?”Matilda didn’t reply.He watched her face for a moment, then suddenly smiled.“Not to worry. I know exactly what you need right now.Let me t
*****.Not up to a minute after the call dropped, he hurried down the hallway toward the manager’s office.Knock.Knock.“Come in,” the manager replied without looking up, her eyes fixed on her computer screen.She had just settled down to start work for the day, going through emails and replying to messages.The door opened.Mr. John walked in.“Hey, hon…”His smile appeared, but it only lasted for a second.She looked up to be sure it was really him.That unmistakable baritone voice.Calm. Clear.The way he spoke slowly, as if every word was carefully placed.“Hey…”The moment she saw her husband, relief washed over her face.The argument she had with Matilda earlier had shaken her more than she wanted to admit.She leaned back in her chair for a moment, smiling to herself…then suddenly she started laughing softly.She couldn’t help it.Seeing him brought her comfort.She pushed her chair backward, swung to the side, stood up, and walked toward him.Without hesitation, she wrapped







