The day was as sad as I was, chilly. Cold wind blew from North to south raising mourner's hair and coats. My knees felt so weak as I watched the casket of one of my twins being lowered in the grave, next the younger twin was also lowered into the grave. My poor angels had not even seen the world , they died in there mother's womb, killing her too .
They say men are strong and can't cry, I held back my tears as I threw roses on the two caskets of my kids, but I couldn't fight my tears anymore when my wife's casket was being lowered into that hole, the darkest hole, she would spend the night alone, in that dark creepy scary over covered hole. No amount of tears could awaken my beautiful Alma. She was dead and gone , never to come back.
No more morning kisses,
No more motivation from her as I go to race ,
Her smile was gone forever
I wouldn't hear her cheeky laughter again.
My Titanium was gone for good.
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She died due to early labor which I strongly doubt if it was natural. When she started experiencing labor pains she was at her twin sister's place , she rushed her to the hospital and she was directly rushed to the theater.
According to the doctor's report, she was struggling a lot to save the kid's but they both succumbed to death...I got to talk to her and all she said as she struggled to breath was,
"My...my notebook, babe....it's reverse. Get it Continue. I love you Troy.."
"Stay with me Alma, " I cried out hopelessly but her soul had already left her beautiful body, I tried shaking her as if it was a resurrection therapy but no, dead!
It had just been the previous day that I was massaging her and laughing, in fact we'd chosen the names for our unborn kids and then the next day she's dead! The most painful thing.
The news was everywhere, famous Journalist Alma dies due to early labor.
We were not legally married ,we'd planned to do so after getting our first born, our relationship was low-key, not exposed to media ,so basically only few people knew we were dating.
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After she was laid down to rest , I gave myself a break , from humanity, I stayed in my apartment , not taking any phone calls, not even from my buddy or Alma's fraternal twin sister who were the closest human beings to me.
All I was doing was reminiscing , getting lost in reveries as I looked at her photos, she was so beautiful , tall and chocolate complexion, her lips were the cutest, she loved laughing and created humor in sad situations and best memories with me, especially picnics. She was miss Independent with a sophisticated fashion sense .
As I watched a video of her thinking and writing in her notebook , I remembered her last words ,they echoed loudly in my ears,
"My ...my notebook ,babe...it's reverse, get it, continue. I love you Troy. "
What did she even mean by it's reverse ,get it , continue,.
I understood that I should get it ,I looked for it in all drawers and I couldn't get it , they were old but the one that I believed she was talking about was the purple pink covered notebook , she'd named it Serene Twilight.
I let it slide and kept on watching more of her videos as I drunk more and more, but even in my drunk state I wasn't at peace with my conscience, her words kept echoing, to some point I enjoyed it because it has been three months since I heard her voice, but it became so disturbing as it continuously echoed.
Next morning I decided to shave for the first time in months and decided to get back to normal life, life had to go on even when the love of my life had gone for good.
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I drove to Daisel's place, her twin sister who'd called me endlessly but I wasn't picking, I was going to look for the handbag that Alma had carried on the day she died, perhaps she'd kept the notebook there.
Daisel was a little bit lighskin and slimmer than my Alma, may her soul rest in peace.
I waited for Daisel in her living room, she came downstairs dressed in a mini dress ,looking so damn gorgeous, her tall legs making equally calculated steps,
"Morning Troy,"
Damn! Her voice reminded me of Alma, there was no difference, her smile resembled Alma's, But it was high time I stopped thinking like that, it was so unfaithful of me to my dead wife,
"Wake up Troy, she's her twin sister, don't drool" I whispered to myself
"Morning too Daisel...long time."
"Yes, I'm sure it's still hard to get over her, I miss her ," she broke down in front of me and I had to hug her ,
TIGHT
I hugged her tight to comfort her, my wife's twin sister, she was just as emotional as Alma.
"Yeah ,I miss her more, calm down ."
It took long to make her stop crying, I had to be the man. We were silent for a long time , still in my arms , nanny interrupted us as she brought Daisel the phone, she had a phone call, she pulled away, received the call and walked away, further from me.
I started feeling so guilty for hugging my wife's twin sister so tight, that was so intimate, I felt like I'm the epitome of deception. As I was guilt attacking myself and deep in thoughts she came back and told me she had to go somewhere urgent.
"Wait, D'you have Alma's handbag that she'd carried that day,?"
" No, why?"
"I have to take her Chrysler's log book from her handbag,"
I just lied,
"Oh I really can't recall if she came with the handbag."
"It's okay, I'll check at her workplace."
"Okay, bye," she gave me a peck as she got into her Benz , "I'll come to your place."
"Okay"
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I drove to get to Alma's office luckily I got the handbag in her stuffs that had been neatly packed by the secretary, I got the notebook, Serene Twilight.
I couldn't understand anything in that book , it's like she expected me to unjumble the letters and understand whatever my Journalist was writing, it was definitely a crucial story that she was working on....I would find a way to figure it out. I visited my three special Graves and dropped red roses then headed home.
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I heard a knock on my door as I was preparing myself dinner, I hadn't eaten good food in days and I was going to treat myself for being strong and not committing suicide right after my wife's burial .
Congratulations to me.
I opened the door to the elegantly dressed model like lady, Daisel, in a short shiny blue one hand dress, I stared at her and a smile lit up her face, just like Alma , her smile only showed the upper teeth , as Alma would say,
That's how ladies of class smile
"May I?"
" Yes, sure , come in,"
She walked in and I followed her , praying silently,
"Oh strong spirit of Alma, restrict me from this sexy mistake "my brain whispered to my body
"Smells nice in here, is someone a chief chef today?"
"Yes ,I'm preparing my wife's and I , favorite meal, want to join?"
"Damn , procedure number one of tonight's mistake" I thought to myself
" Yes, if it will make you feel better, why not."
" Great,"
I was playing Alma's favorite music , Beyoncé's mega mix, then Mariah Carey's Mega mix, apparently their taste in music was the same. Through the kitchen window, I watched Daisel dancing to Beyoncé's Mega mix, damn! She was doing it like a star, her moves were just legit, her being a dancer and a model explains it all anyway..
She wined her ass* when "Formation" took over in Beyoncé's mega mix.
She was so good at it. I could see my Alma in her only that she was a bit thicker than Daisel.
I kept staring wishing she was her
...I felt her arms around my chest as she leaned her on my upper back while I was cooking, her finger tips caressed my bare chest as she whispered
'' just move throw your hips sideways and this will be your first step to dancing,"
I turned and lift her unto the slab in the kitchen,
"Charm, you know I can only dance inside you"
I kissed her lips, then sucked it a little bit, it was funny how she still spiked up butterflies in my stomach, after dating for all that while, I still felt the tingly feeling that teenagers feel, maybe because she was a dime with charming eyes and after all this years she still maintained her blushing style after I kissed her but then she pushed me and looked me in the eye. She whispered,
"It's my day to make you feel right,"
It was the day we decided to be wild lovers , unlocking all doors in ourselves, and she was till she died
Pushed me to the wall, I willingly moved, she pressed her sexy body on me as she deeper her tongue in me, playing inside rhythmically sucking my lips and I sucked back...
I don't know how Daisel ended up in the kitchen but I found myself pinning her to the wall and kissing her as if she was mine, she kissed back as if I was hers...the burning food's smell brought me back from my trip , I pulled away from her faster,
"Shit!" I muttered, "lucky for me it's not so burnt" when I turned to her, she'd already stripped, only in her thongs and bra. Damn! she was a sweet temptation, a juicy forbidden fruit, food right in front of me, well, aside from the nearly burnt one. She twitched her lips.