Brian entered the busy restaurant, his intention to get some coffee and kill the hour before his appointment with his next client. The restaurant was doing brisk business and there were no empty tables. Brian spotted a table for two with a lady reading a book. He went over and asked if he could sit there or she was waiting for someone. She told him he could seat n then went back to reading her novel.
As Brian waited for the tea and samosas he had ordered, he looked over at the
lady. She was quite pretty. She seemed totally absorbed in the book. Glancing
at the title he realized it was the latest James Patterson which he had been
intending to read. He told her he was sorry to interrupt her but was the book
as good as other books by the same author. She looked up from the book and
smiled. A smile that lit her face and made her look beautiful and made his
heart skip a beat. She told him it was a great book about a psychopathic school
Having broken the ice, Brian started a conversation on various James Patterson’s
and their themes. By the time he had finished his coffee almost an hour had
passed and they had had an interesting heated discussion.
For some reason he felt reluctant to leave. He pulled out a business card and
gave it to Hilda as she had introduced herself earlier. She also gave him her
card that said she was a psychologist. Brian went for his meeting and blew away
the client with his enthusiasm and energy.
A couple of days later, Brian was sitting at his desk, staring at Hilda’s card.
He had had such a great time with her; it had been a long time since he had
such stimulating conversation. He debated on the ethics of calling her as he
was a happily married man with a beautiful wife.
He rationalized, pondering on the implications of asking her out for lunch.
Then, deciding that it’s not like he wanted to start an affair it would just be
a matter of meeting and discussing books, he called her. They agreed to meet
the following Tuesday which was the first Tuesday of the month. He quickly
jotted the date in his diary.
When they met, the food was good and the conservation excellent. Brian thought
it had been a long time since he had such a great time. Hilda was a brilliant
conversationalist telling him stories of some crazy clients she had treated.
When he paid the bill and just as they were waiting for change she gave him a
paper bag. Inside was the James Patterson. “Thought you might like to read it,
you can keep it,” Hilda said.
Then, almost as an afterthought she told him that this evening there would be a
Kwani open mike for poets. “I know its short notice, but am performing a piece
and would love some moral support,” Hilda said. He, wanting to know more about
this captivating lady agreed. And that was how it started.
Brian started hanging out with Hilda at least once a week. Sometimes hanging
out with her and her friends sometimes with his friends. She took him to
literary events that he had no idea had been taking place. Brian thought to
himself, “It’s great to have such a good platonic friend.”
Hilda was such a good person to hang out with. He had gotten business from some
of her friends and she kept sending him new clients. He thought that it was a
lucky day when he had talked to Hilda at the restaurant. So what if he
cancelled dinner sometimes with his wife to take Hilda somewhere. He was
getting more business by hanging out with her, he rationalized. In the last one
month he had bought a new car and taken his wife out of town for a romantic
“Hilda is such a great person and she is not interested in me romantically. We
have the perfect friendship.” Poor Brian by the time he would realize the truth
it would be too late.
When Hilda invited him to her house for dinner with a few friends, he was
willing. He had always wanted to see where she lived. Coming from a very
exclusive neighborhood, Hilda had always told him that he should move from the
middle class house where he was living to a more prestigious area now that he
was doing so well.
The dinner at Hilda’s house went very well. Her cooking skills were superb and
Brian was having a great time with the others. When Hilda told him to stay and
help her with the dishes after dinner, explaining that she had given the maid
the evening off, he thought nothing of it.
At some point later she excused herself to go to the bedroom. Brian finished
washing the dishes and walked around the sitting room looking at the expensive
beautiful pictures and paintings hanging on the walls. He was so busy staring
at one that he did not notice her come in.
When he turned she was lounging on the sofa wearing only a set of red heels and
some red see through lingerie. He could not believe what he was seeing. His
mind was trying to digest what he was seeing. His first instinct was to run and
get the hell out of there. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe.
He made the mistake of opening his eyes and looking at her instead of the door.
She smiled at him and beckoned for him to come. He felt powerless, wanting to
leave, to do the right thing but wanting to stay and explore those curves. With
resignation he gave in to his fate.
Three months later, Brian was in a happy mood. His business was going well and
he was making money hand over fist. His love life was complicated but doable.
Hilda was a very demanding lover but he was in control and his wife well, he
told her he was working hard that’s why he came home so late or sometimes not
at all. But the thing that was making him the most happy was some news his wife
had given him.
Brian was in a restaurant waiting for Hilda. He would have to find a gentle way
of telling Hilda that they had to end their relationship now that his wife was
pregnant. They had been trying for several years to get a child and nothing had
happened. Now he was going to be a dad. He was so excited.
He regretted that he would have to break Hilda’s heart. She was the perfect
woman but not the one carrying his child. He knew it was a son, could feel it
in his bones. Hilda walked in into the restaurant looking at shunning as she
normally was. She looked excited and happy.
After ordering for their meal Hilda told him, “Brian I have something to tell
you. I know it will come as a surprise but I know this news will make you
happy.” She paused. “Am pregnant!”
Brian was so stunned he couldn’t speak. She went on, “I know it’s going to be
hard but you can finally leave your wife. You can move in with me and when you
get your divorce we can get married.”
Brian looked at her and didn’t know what to say. Then he found his voice. “I
can’t leave my wife. She told me yesterday that she is pregnant! She’s my wife
and I can’t leave her. I wish there was another way we could be together but I
can’t do this now!”
Hilda gasped and then kept quiet. “Am sorry,” he said. “My wife is the innocent
victim in this. I can’t make her suffer for my mistakes.”
He tried to hold her hand but she took it back. “What will we do?”
Hilda said, “I’ll take care of it!” She picked her handbag and left.
Two weeks later Hilda called him to her house so that they could talk. She said
she understood how things were and that she had accepted that he would not b
able to leave his wife. She asked to just one last night with him so that they
could say goodbye. Brian could not refuse her.
At 5 am Brian got a phone call from his neighbor. “You better come home.
There's been a robbery at your house and your wife has been murdered.” Brian
dropped the phone in shock.
He turned to Hilda who looked at him with an eerie smile. She said, “Now we can
be together. I took care of things for you. No one will suspect you. I am your
alibi and your mine.”
Brian in his last conscious thought before he put out his hands to strangle
Hilda to death was, “Oh my God! Hilda is stalk raving mad and she killed my
wife and my son.”
© Rayhab 2009