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Captive Heart: Hearts In Peril (Episode 45)

Posted by on September 29, 2016.

Captive

Helen stared at Bukola, standing on her doorstep and tapping an impatient, booted foot. Even though it was very early in the day, Lionel’s fiancée once again looked like she was ready for a photo-shoot.

Her skin-tight blue jeans lovingly hugged her ample hips and behind, and her glowing complexion was complimented by the bright red top she had on. Helen felt a twinge of envy run through her as she took in Bukola’s flawless ensemble. She must have been insane to think Lionel would ever leave a woman this beautiful for someone like her. She knew she was pretty, but Bukola was absolutely stunning.

As Helen stood there without saying a word, one of Bukola’s perfectly arched brows rose up questioningly. “Well? Are you going to invite me in or not?”

Helen nodded apologetically and stepped to the side, ushering Bukola into her apartment. “Of course I am. I’m sorry, Miss Deinde, I am just a bit surprised to see you here.”

Bukola made her way into the small living room and stopped for a moment to examine the space before settling onto the edge of a brown sofa. The room was cooled by the air-conditioning unit that Helen had sacrificed a few month’s salary to purchase. She had spared no kobo in making her small home comfortable, even though she was hardly there these days; it was a home she had poured a lot of love into and she was proud of it.

“It’s my turn to be surprised, Miss Bassey.” Bukola said, still looking around. “Your home is tiny, but remarkably tasteful.”

Helen tried to keep her surprise at the compliment off her face “Thank you, Miss Deinde. It’s kind of you to say.”

The woman shrugged in reply and Helen settled into a smaller seat opposite her, wondering what Bukola could want to talk about. She only hoped the conversation would be civil and that she was not about to be accused of being a ‘husband snatcher’. She doubted she could deal with any drama this early in the day.

She started to offer her guest something to drink but was cut short by the woman’s next words.

“I’m here to talk about Lionel.”

Of course, you are, Helen thought in chagrin. Her heart leaped in her chest at the mention of his name, despite everything. She steeled herself in preparation for the trouble she had been hoping to avoid.

“Mr Thomas?” She asked, careful to keep her tone mild. “Is something the matter? I hope he’s fine.”

Bukola leaned back in her seat, her gaze intent on Helen. “Well, I’m not quite sure he is. And I think you have something to do with that.”

Helen kept her expression neutral and her mouth shut. She was still unsure of the direction in which the conversation was heading, so she decided to wait Bukola out.

“He’s planning to return to the United States tomorrow.” Bukola continued, still watching Helen closely. “And I don’t think he’s coming back.”

This time Helen could not successfully control her emotions. Sadness filled her when she realized she would only be seeing Lionel for less than a week before he was out of her life forever. She knew her reaction had probably showed on her face, so she tried to cover up quickly.

“Oh really? So I guess your wedding will be over there. Wow, that’ll be quite an event. We will all miss him… and you, when you both finally settle down there.”

Bukola was quiet for a few minutes, and then she stood up from the sofa, a small hard-to-read smile dancing on her lips. “I bet you will.”

Helen followed Bukola to the front door, her mind whirling with thoughts of Lionel. The thought of him leaving permanently for the United States left an ache in her heart and a hole in her stomach; a hole that nothing could fill. She bit her lip and squared her shoulders. She would be okay.

At the door, Bukola turned and surprised her once more by stretching her hand out for a handshake. Helen took the soft palm and squeezed gently, but when she tried to pull back, the other woman wouldn’t let go.

“I don’t know what it is about you.” Bukola said thoughtfully. “Personally, I think you’re a bit too bland, but there’s no accounting for taste, really. Is it your lack of guile? Your honesty? Your simple nature? Whatever it is, it sure packs a punch. A blow strong enough to shake a man with as much grit as Lionel.”

Helen stared at Bukola, confused. The other woman smiled again and dropped her palm, turning to open the door.

“The wedding has been cancelled.” Bukola said over the sound of the door swinging open. She placed a booted foot outside the threshold and shuddered as the morning heat outside assailed her. She paused to rummage through her bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. “I was on my way to the airport when I took a detour here to find you. I’m returning to the States this morning and I don’t think our paths will cross again.”

She turned back to Helen, placing her large sunglasses on her face quickly. But before she covered her eyes, Helen was amazed to see the sheen of unshed tears.

“I suggest you go over to that house today and stop the man you love from walking out of your life.” Bukola advised with a sad smile on her face.

Then she walked away quickly.

Helen stood at her doorway with her mouth wide open.

What had just happened?!

To Be Continue

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3 Responses

  1. Wow,Bukoula Has Given Up

    by ViCiK on Sep 29, 2016 at 4:15 pm

  2. OMG,cant believe dis

    by Lara on Sep 29, 2016 at 5:16 pm

  3. Unbelievable

    by Sodo on Oct 2, 2016 at 4:54 pm

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