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Episode 19

Martin frantically waved his hands about. “Hell no it’s nothing like that! Why would you even
oooh,” he said as realization dawned on him. “I guess I kind of deserve that. But I have always been careful
.”

She threw him a look that immediately made him change the direction of his speech. “That night with you was the only time I was reckless.” He explained. “I swear!” He added in response to her intense gaze. “And just to be sure I get tested every now and then but you can’t be 100% sure even with protection. If you don’t believe me, we can go together for a test and you can see for yourself. I haven’t been with anyone else except you since the last test I took.”
“You are assuming that I am negative,” Sibu said.

That seemed to shake Martin up.
She laughed as she looked at the expression on his face. “I am kidding, relax. I had a test done just after discovering I was pregnant and just to make sure, I had another one done just recently.”

“I think it’s gonna take a while for you to trust me, you have no idea how much that hurts.” He said in a very low voice.
“So you are not going to tell me what’s going on with you?” Sibu asked, getting back to their previous topic.

“Just like you never wanted to talk to me about your relationship with your aunt
I wish we would not talk about it
for now
but I will tell you everything when I’m ready.”
His bit about her aunt really got to her and so she conceded. “I wont ask
I will wait for you to tell me.”
“Thanks,” Martin responded before starting the engine and getting back on the road.
Martin took her to his family’s doctor in Longacres and had her undergo a thorough check up, sticking to her side to every room she entered except to the bathroom where she had to supply samples for tests to be done.
After being told to come back the next day for some of the results, the two of them were about to leave before the doctor stopped Martin.
“You and I still need to talk,” the doctor had said to him. “I got the report from
.”
“I know doc, I know, I will call you to make a plan.” Martin deliberately cut her off and continued leading Sibu away.
He drove them to his secret hideaway which was no longer a secret any more. This time instead of looking at nature, they entered the cabin to relax in the expensively furnished but small living room.
Martin threw himself on the sofa the moment they entered and patted the space next to him for Sibu to join him. Instead, she threw him a look and took up space on the single seater right opposite him.
Not one to be so easily discouraged, Martin got up and went to sqÂŁÂŁze himself right next to her on the small couch, holding to to her to keep her in position as she desperately tried to get away from him.

“Keep rubbing your body against mine like this and we will be talking baby number two very soon,” he warned her, looking into her eyes and forcing her to blush profusely as the meaning of his words sunk in.
Like a switch being turned off, she stopped writhing against him and sat up straight but only to have Martin scope her up, fill up the whole seat with his body and then lay her onto his laps, tightly wrapping his arms around her waist from the behind so she could make no movement.

“Wow
I think we could have twins in this position,” he commented deliberately and himself a new bout of protest from an embarrassed Sibu.

“There you go again,” he admonished her. “You really have no idea the kind of fire you are starting with your seductive moves Ms Hangaala.”

“You have such a dirty mind Martin. Can’t for once take your mind off the gutter?” Sibu said, putting her movements to another immediate stop.

“Let’s make a deal,” he said. “I will stop being a jerk if you promise not to say anything bad about me today
how about that?”
She contemplated his suggestion for a moment and then said, “Sounds doable.”
Martin then reached out to the tiny tea table right next to the couch and grabbed the remote control, turned on the tele and settled for a music channel.
“They play old music here,” Sibu commented. “First it was classical music and now it’s this
I think there is an old man living inside you.”

“Since you made a promise, I will choose to take your comment lightly and say that I am actually wiser than most fellas my age,” he proudly said. “But I find this kind of music more meaningful than the rubbish they sing these days.”

“I kind of agree,” she said and with that they went on to talk about many other things and before they knew it, it was dark outside.
Somewhere during their long chat, Sibu had dozed off and Martin had carried her to the guest bedroom on the ground floor, scared he might wake her up if he tried to carry her upstairs to his room.
Sibusiswe woke up hours later and jolted up in bed. The room was dark and she had no idea for a second where she was. She searched around her for her phone and found it on the bedside table, flipped it to check the time.
It was 9PM.
What the hell? She thought as she rushed out of bed towards the door. She stopped when she reached the door because she could hear Martin’s voice, sounded like he had company. Not wanting to come out and reveal herself, she stood by the door and waited.
“I heard what you said last time doc and I wont have it. That’s like a death sentence on it’s own and I might as well settle for something I have control over. I won’t the surgery, I won’t look for a donor and I certainly won’t be subjecting myself to all those medicines. Give them to someone else who doesn’t mind being a prisoner for life. I just need two years tops, you told me I can have that
you promised me
no, no, no
listen doc
I know what you mean quite alright but
no, I never agreed with your suggestions, you said a transplant was the best option and I just kept quite. That doesn’t mean I agreed with you
.”

A transplant? Sibu froze. What kind of disease required him to get a transplant?
“Your threats don’t work with me doc,” Martin continued after a long pause. By now Sibu was aware he was talking to someone on the phone and she sufficed it was the doctor that had attended to her a few hours ago, the one he had promised to call back.
“If you even dare as much as tell my mother I will sue that goddamn place for billions of money and then get your licence.” She heard him say from the other side of the door. “I am sure you don’t want that to happen. I will come to your home tomorrow but only to talk about what I need to do in the meantime
not about that transplant thing. Have a good night doc.”
“How sick are you?”
Martin quickly turned around to find Sibusiswe standing behind him. He had not heard her come out of the bedroom and he didn’t like the look on her face.
Pity.
That was the last thing he needed from her.
“When did you
how long were you
.” he fumbled for words, completely taken aback by her presence in the room.
“I think I heard all the important bits,” Sibu supplied. “I just want to know what disease you have that’s so bad it’s requires a transplant
and why you are refusing it.”
“Sibu,” Martin said her name pleadingly.
Sibu put her hand out. “If you are not going to tell me then I am leaving.” She walked passed him and grabbed her hand bag which was now lying on the arm of the sofa they had been siting on.
She was about to open the door when Martin’s voice made her pause.
“If I tell you, will you agree to marry me then?” he said.
Sibu turned back around and gaped at him. “Is this some kind of joke to you? Do you think marriage is something you can talk about in this situation?”
“Spending the rest of my life with me means everything to me Sibu,” he remarked.
“And how long is the rest of your life Martin, two years?” She asked austerely. “All the way to the end you think of only yourself. I am going.” She opened the door and walked out but Martin was quick behind her and he held on to her hand.
“You think I haven’t thought about you?” He asked her. “I have seen you suffer at the hands of your aunt and I thought marriage with me would free you from her clutches and allow you to live your life how ever you want
even if I am not here.”
“Marrying you is not enough to buy me the kind of freedom I desire in this world Martin,” she lamented. “You have absolutely no idea
.”
“Then let me know what I need to know Sibu, let me know!” he tagged at her hand.
For a moment Sibu just stood there starring at him.

Never before had she seen such desperate in his ever confident eyes.
But her truth was not the kind a man like him could handle, especially now given his circumstances.
“So you still won’t tell me?” Martin could see the firm decision in her eyes.
Sibu nodded her head slowly. “I can’t,” she said.
For the first time in his life, Martin felt defeated.


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