Chapter 15

SECOND WORLD WAR WITH KOVA.

I pressed the receiver to know who was calling. It was Kova calling with a strange line. I had missed two calls from his saved contact. My chest shook with a repressed chuckle the moment I heard his voice.

Everything that happened in our last meeting came back flashing in sequences.

‘I’m sure you wouldn't take my calls fucker.” Kova started the war.

I was lost in words, though I wasn't surprised. I had turned him down the way it was belittling. I expected him to act up small before now. To act up small and perhaps raise his value in my head. He needed to be stubborn or careless with me to acquire some value to an extent, if he knew me well.

“Yes I wouldn't take fake calls because they only tell me things that make me feel they care, whereas they probably don't. The only perfectly cooked up lies that hurt.”

“So you imagine all the time I called you was because I wanted to make you feel I cared?”

“Maybe.”

“To hell with that.”

“Okay.”

“I can see you are the most beautiful and precious girl in this city, with a pussy made of carat gold. Others are just crab. You are too expensive to be accessible. Or maybe, just maybe your pants are always dirty and you don't want to air it in the public.”

What a bomb outburst with flashes of lightning. The last lines hit me hard, stirring something bitter in me. I was fixated on raining insults on him, but I resisted it. I had to maintain a good mood if I was going to have a good time with Brucha.

“I am not your problem. Why are you pouring your dirty annoyance on me?” I demanded.

“You are a fucking bitch. You are screwed in your head. You need to be fixed.”

“So why don't you come fix me?” My voice is quieter.

“Fuck it! It's a waste of time. You can rot with that. Someone you fucking call your boyfriend. Being together for a whooping two years and I don't know the colours of your pants. You must be insane!” Kova seethed.

Kova was seriously attempting to fray my mood. What did he mean by that? I spoke to myself.

“I’m trying so hard to understand what your actual problems are. Can you please make me understand? Is it a law in this city that dates must get into themselves? Is it written anywhere? Show me the evidence.” Evidently disciplining my to-burst anger.

“You need a law to let you know a patient boyfriend for two years deserves every bit of you? You are just 12 or 13 !”

“For goodness sake, it's not a certainty. I was a virgin and wasn't ready to spend it until I was maybe married. Is that something to quarrel about?” My anger is infuriating. “Do I owe anyone the obligation to open my legs wide for them?”

“Was I asking for a wide opening? Just small, a narrow part is fucking okay for me, bitch.”

I was propelled to laugh out loud at his last comment. I withdrew from that. It would make him go even wilder. Kova was really going insane.

“You want even a narrow part, when you hadn't done any of the things a boyfriend did for their girl. And the sickly contrast is that I was even the one helping you with stuff as if you were the girlfriend.” I let out.

“Oh…is that the reason. You should have told me that? How couldn't I have known?” His tone calmed in a mocking way.

“Should I tell you that? You should have known. Should you need a law to stipulate that before you give your girlfriend even a 50 or 90th part of what Brucha gave…

I just mentioned Brucha and realized I couldn't have.

“Step up and stop this .” I added it immediately to cover up the last error.

“Brucha? Who is Brucha?” Kova asked attentively on the phone. I could tell that right now his Trinity of humans is waiting for the answer.

I kept silent, ignoring him.

“Speak up girl.”

“That shouldn't be your business. Your business is not even lucrative.” I made fun of him, expecting the worst.

“So you have been seeing another man and receiving money from him. And that is why you suddenly changed your behavior keeping me at distance with no offense.”

“Wrong insinuation.” I said curtly.

“I couldn't have wondered less. You threw me out because you got another guy who throws money at you. Women!” Kova lamented bitterly.

“That's what you think.”

“What do I think? Who knows if you are still the world's best virgin of all time?” He gulped for air. “Who knows if you hadn't opened your filthy overrated legs to a new money making machine boyfriend?”

“It shouldn't be your business. Concentrate on your business and grow it, or perhaps get a new one and at least be a money making machine to some girl. Because this girl on the phone is done with you for life. You ain't gonna see the color of my bud, never!”

“Fuck out, asshole. I was done before you. You are a big for nothing ingrate. You think I wasn't good enough and you forgot a bit of the many things I did for you. How women forget goodness in a haste. I cry !”

“What the heck was that you did. Fuck out of my phone brokest ass of broke asses.”

“I'm out already before you said that. To hell with your filthy sheath that gives life. If I need it to live, then I'd die tomorrow. I will never desire such a rag, not even if you rub it on my face. Shit girl !” Kova said and hung up.

A feeling of sadness creased my face. A surge of regret ran down through my body. I just realized I didn't want us to part ways like this. I had given up on Kova since that night, yet I didn't want to lose him for the reason I didn't know.

Kova told me all these bad words. God! I feel like crying my eyes out. Perhaps I could have just given him the last time he came and explained everything. I dropped into the bed and tears began to roll from my eyes. I wasn't crying because Kova was possibly gone from me. My tears were because this whole life is giving me shit everyday.

Fuck Kova!

Kova is a classless bastard !

I ranted, helping myself feel good again.

I picked my phone to text Kova. I wouldn't be leaving everything I ever gave him. I will take my stuff and snap him off my life for good. He was the root of everything I faced lately.

“Hey ! keep my things, every bit of things I gave you. I will pick them up soon.” I texted him and slumped back into the bed.

I heard a screeching noise on the door. It pops open. Dad and Kalvin. Dad helped Kalvin to maintain his footsteps as he lurched. The sight of them should have gotten me more furious, but hell, I laughed out loud, cupping my mouth so as not to create another scene. I didn't want to be noticed. Kalvin in all his beauty, struggling to stay balanced. Both looking flushed. This day might have a LGBT content and my home is the venue.