Church Girl:Judgement Day

The parking lot was almost full, but her slot was unoccupied. He couldn’t see any bike parked anywhere. Such conservative lot this is, he thought. Then something hit him. An epiphany of some sort. Maybe that unoccupied slot mirrors an opening in her life. Or a missing link to this perfect night.

Maybe I should have gone for the kiss. He mumbled. He wasn’t going to pretend that he is a good boy. You know those good boys who give a good night hug and go home thinking for that they should have gone for it? Those who go home regretting. He decided he was not the type.

He turned and looked her, she was now leaning on the frame with a closed door behind her. Was it a sign that there was some unfinished business? In a split second, he turned back. Walked to up to her, without saying anything or even holding her, he leaned forward. She was stunned. She pulled back a bit. Not that she didn’t want to, she didn’t want to see so eager.

Smiling, she asked him, “what do you think you are doing?”

“What you wish I had done all night.” He said.

He held her back and gently pulled her towards him, she didn’t resist. She then wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. It was magical. His lips on hers. She had full luscious lips. He had medium gentle lips. The kissed lasted over five minutes. This was the longest she had ever kissed anyone. And certainly the one she enjoyed the most. Was it because it was spontaneous or he was a good kisser? Whatever the case, she loved it.

She then gave him a tight hug and whispered, “I can do this forever.”

“Me too if you can be my forever.” He replied.

It was now very late and he had an early morning. He kissed her on the cheek and said ‘goodnight.’

His uber arrived in a few minutes and within a short time he was on his way.

When he left, she remained planted at the door, subconsciously touching her lips while looking at the clear skies with the stars shinning. It was like the stars had aligned. Her love life had always been at crossroads but the now it seemed all clear. Like the skies that night. This must mean something. A sign of some sort. Either a warning or green-light. However, it was too peaceful to be a warning. And being a ‘feeling’ kinda person, it felt right. This had to be it! If they could grow it, they will be up to something.

Every time he takes an Uber, he loves riding shotgun. He loves engaging the drivers who are eager to tell stories. These guys have seen everything. He loves hearing stories of regrets, recklessness, despair and sometimes sad ones. Once he was told a story of a guy who had just sold a piece of land to scale his business. Before going home, he decided to take one for the road. He met some guys who conned him everything. When he called for the Uber, he was crying. He looked dejected. He was afraid that the wife might not forgive him because she had warned him. (I think it is cute how macho men are always afraid of their wives.) It was both a sad and a sorry sight. Sad because, he had lost the money and might lose the wife. Sorry because he seemed like a good and polite guy. The guys who say who say ‘Shikamoo’ to random guys.

However, tonight he didn’t want the driver to mess what had been a perfect night with some gory stories. He opened his WhatsApp and checked out her profile. She had updated her status earlier that week with the words ‘happy.’ He wondered if he was the source of the happiness or it was a random thought. He then clicked on her DP. It is a photo brings out her best facial features. He really loves her eyes, but after tasting her lips, the eyes had fallen in the pecking order.

He was now smilling. The first time he met her, he knew he wanted her. But he thought he shouldn’t get anywhere near her. If he tried, the spirit would warn her that he was up to no good. He also felt a tinge of guilt for misleading a church girl.

He thought about judgement day.

When the Lord will be reading his judgement, he will say, ‘my son (this will bring some excitement because no one had called him ‘my son’ in a long while), you have committed many sins, but the worst of them all is leading my child a stray, and for it is written, “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.”’

There and then, he will see the biggest millstone ever and a frozen sea with sharp icebergs from a touching distance. He imagined the icebergs ripping his body apart. All because of a kiss that lasted five minutes. But he remembered, God does not judge us the way our sins deserve.

Back in the house, she sat on the couch. It had been five years since she kissed someone. Five years, five minutes, fifth day of the week. This was too much of a coincidence. Every time she had thought how it will be like, the first kiss after a long while, she thought it would be intrusive. Will both of them get it right? But tonight it felt different. It felt real. Partly because she liked how he did it, he took charge and went for it, but also because he was a good kisser. She had met some lousy kissers who would leave her feeling violated.

She thought, “I could get used to this.”  But then again, she wondered, did he think that I am cheap? Like was that too soon? Did I allow him in so fast? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she didn’t care. She had enjoyed it and that’s what mattered. For a while, she had been trying to come out of this societal shell. One she had been placed in for years: You cannot do this. You cannot wear that. You cannot live like this. She was tired, she now had a new mantra. My life my rules. It has been liberating and the most peaceful she has felt in a long while.

When he got home, he paid the driver and told him to keep change. He was in a good mood. He always tips people who give good service. But this night he tipped him because he didn’t bother him. When he got into the car, he had this, I-do-not-want-any-stories look. The driver respected that, and he was handsomely rewarded for that. As he was alighting the car, the driver told him,’ thank you, Sir, and have a goodnight.’ He smiled and said, ‘you too man. And God bless you.’ It was the first time in a long while he had told someone ‘God bless you.’ It came from a place of gratitude. He was happy and grateful about how the night went. He felt God’s hand in this.

After getting into the house. Even before removing his shoes, he texted, “Hi Miss, I am home safe. Thank you for the beautiful night, and for the icing too. :)”

In a few minutes, she replied and said, “Thank you, the pleasure was all mine, you are great company.”

She deliberately avoided the kissing bit. She did not want him to have a big head. He already knew that he had hit a nerve. And she knew she could do it every time she has an opportunity to.

He then texted, “We should make this a Friday ritual. “After hitting send, it hit him that he still had a girlfriend who had been trying to call him the whole evening. He needed to cook up an excuse before morning. Otherwise he would make up to her tantrums.

Then he thought, had he cheated? Or did he simply go with the flow? He decided that he hadn’t cheated, he had just exploited an attractive opportunity.

She texted back and said, “ Yaay!! Awesome. See you Friday. This time at your place. Surprise me Big Chef.”

He replied and said, “Sawa. See you then. Have a goodnight Beautiful.” But there would be a small problem to deal with, his Main. He would deal with it? Being unavailable two consecutive Fridays. But it was too late, you simply cannot say no to a girl who had just given you a piece of her, not on the say day. It would be evil and immoral. He wasn’t any of that, though he had the potential.

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