To Hate Emmanuel Johnsons - Episode 18

Emmanuel's pov:

Tessy is really angry at me. I didn't want to lose to her, so i

pretended i was drowning. Thanks to my ability to remain under water

for long. It was hilarious, how tessy tried to help me out of the

pool. Ofcourse, she couldn't have done it without my help. I had to

help her get me out of the pool, or else she could have hurt the both

of us.

She enters into the house and i follow her in.

"loosen up, tess. It was just a joke"

"you call that a joke. You are insane!. I thought i killed you!" she

cries out again. I cant see her crying. I walk to her and rub her

shoulders till she stops.

"i am sorry, i didn't mean to scare---" i see blood oozing from her

face and this stops me cold.

"oh my God, tessy you are bleeding"

she touches i temple where the blood is oozing out of.

"i must have hurt myself, when i hit my head on the pool's edge. It

doesn't hurt though"

" we have to check it, sit here, we need a first aid box"

"but i am fine."

"no, you are not. You always take care of people

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. Just let me take

care of you. Now sit" i tell her and she raises her brows at me.

"now, who is the nag?" she asks but i just walk away to the bathroom

to get the first aid kit.

I find it, then walk back to the sitting room where tessy is

obediently sitting like i asked her.

I walk to her and set the first aid kit beside her. I use the first

aid's scissors to hold some cotton wool then dab it against the area

covered by blood, so i can see the damage. It is a small cut and it

isn't deep. I pick a fresh cotton wool, soak it in the 'spirit' then

dab it on the fresh wound. As it touches, tessy hiss in pain.

"am sorry tessy, i would be more gentle". I dab the cotton wool on the

injury more carefully then pick a band-aid from the kit and plaster it

on the injury.

"thank you" tessy says.

"it was my fault. I am sorry." i look at her and notice how her wet

clothes are clinging to her body outlining everything underneath. I

want be a gentle man but i cant stop my eyes from looking. Tessy

notice where my eyes are and she crosses her hands across her chest.

I clear my throat.

"umm. Lets get you out of these wet clothes. Come with me" i tell her

and walk upstairs to my mom's room. That is the only place where i can

find suitable clothing for tessy.

We enter the room together and a sense of nostalgia hits me. This is

the room my mom stayed for months before her death. She had left my

dad's room where she used to sleep and i thought it was because of my

dad's affair. Now i know the reason, it was because she didn't want my

dad to know about her illness and sleeping in the same room as my dad

would have raised suspicion when the pain and vomiting started.

I sigh then move to her ward robe to find something for tessy to wear.

"whose room is this?" tessy asks

"it was my mom's"

"was?"

"yes, she is dead. Some months ago" i say

"oh, i am so sorry for your loss emmanuel. I didn't know you have

experienced such a huge loss. You don''t show it"

"so, you expect me to move around with a sign post on my head telling

the whole world that i lost my mom?" i cant help but get angry.

"no, i just meant that you are so strong and you don't let your grief

weigh you down. I admire that about you" she says and places a

comforting hand on my shoulder. I sigh

"i am sorry for snapping at you. Thanks though"

"its fine. You must have loved her. I guess we are the same in this

aspect. I lost my dad some years ago too"

"oh i am sorry for your loss. If he is like you, he will surely be in

heaven" i say, trying to console her. But she just laughs.

"there is no need for your condolence Manuel, he doesn't deserve it"

she says spiteful.

" your dad doesn't deserve it?. Why?" i look confused and that's good

because i am.

" he is not dead.

Read " The fill-in wife " by the same author ( Ameh juliet )

. He left my mom and i for another woman". I look into

tessy's eyes and see grief. I can see she is hurt by her father's

abandonment even if she doesn't want to be.

"well its his loss for leaving a perfect daughter like you" i say

holding her shoulder.

"wow. I think you just complimented me" she says

"i did?. Well i don't remember doing such a thing" i reply and

continue searching the wardrobe. I find a perfect dress.

"Here, wear this. Go and change in the bathroom" i tell her

" are you sure, you are okay with me wearing your mother's dress?"

"yes. Now go on" tessy leaves then come back later wearing the dress.

Wow, she looks great. The dress hugs her tiny curves making them look

more rounded.

"how do i look?" she asks

" not too bad i guess. I am hungry, lets go down to eat" i say rubbing

my neck and admiring her. Then i walk out of the room to the dining

room.

At the dining, we eat and chat goodnaturedly."