12 Priscillas Eye (1/2)

It was around 12o'clock next day when I woke up to the sound of ladle hitting the pan. The oil in the pan hissed and spread the aroma of the spices it encapsulated in it. I moved my body to lay on the side when I realized my body was wet. The skin rubbing against it didn't feel pleasant and I sat up to face the back of the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes on.

She was cooking diligently while her bare back faced me. I rubbed my eyes and took another careful peek at her to confirm if she was naked while cooking or I was still drunk since last night.

Yeah, she was in her gray underwear, while her front was covered with my apron.

”Morning” I said.

Madonna turned, and her face lit up,” Oh! Looking at someone so cute in her 'just-woke-up' pose.Its

beautiful.”

”What are you cooking?”

”Nothing too fancy. I got us some instant noodles. Just going to fry them with tomatoes, bell peppers, carrots and ginger.”

”Ginger? Does it taste good?”

She shrugged her shoulders. ”Don't know. We'll find out.”

I prepared myself for a uniquely tasting breakfast as I grabbed my towel and headed towards the bathtub. I turned on the tap and let the tub be filled with cold water. Then I turned the lights on to observe my fazed up scrawny look in the mirror.

Last night, it was something.

”Priscilla.”

I was in the middle of that intimate thought when Madonna called out for me.

”Yes?” I responded as I was getting in the bathtub.

She came up to the bathroom door and said,” I will be gone by the time you come out. The breakfast in on the bed.”

”To meet your friend? Give me twenty minutes and I'll drive you to wherever you want.”

Madonna shook her head and gave me a weak smile.

Then she said,” You're half right. I am going to meet my friend. But after that, I'm going. Like, away.”

That hit me like she pelted me with a bag full of rocks.

”What are you saying? What about your classes? What about athletics?”

”Listen to me. I will be in touch. About classes, I guess what I'm doing is defined as dropping out. Athletics, I'm happy with one silver medal.”

This was all too sudden. After spending the night with me, when I allowed her to do whatever she wanted, she is going to leave me too?

”What about us?” I asked her in a broken tone.

”Well, I am going away to come back. You can bet on it.”

She came inside the bathroom and leaned forward. So forward that we almost kissed. Her breath on my lips felt ecstatic. She extended her arm and put her hand on my nape. She grabbed some hair and pushed her lips into mine.

I was mad. I was angry. I was almost depressed again. But my body played different games with me. My mouth cooperated with her and accommodated her tongue just fine. My tongue played with hers as she explored every nook and cranny of my mouth. Involuntarily, or sub-consciously, I took charge and held her face with my arms to thrust my tongue into her mouth.

I was lost in the euphoria that I failed to realize this was a fleeting moment. We continued to lock lips for two minutes before Madonna broke it and my lips touched the dry atmosphere around it. She let go of my hair and said, ”I love holding you. I promise I will be back. Just trust me.”

Saying that, she went out of the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the main door opening and closing before I let out a loud scream, followed by a session of ugly crying for the following five weeks.

I crushed the can of beer I was holding while I got pissed at the cheering I could hear. I was supposed to be on that stage, but she and her friends had to come and screw everything up.

I took out my phone and called Herman,” Oi, you're late. It has been eighteen minutes more than the supposed time. Where is my next beer?”

”I thought it would be wise of you to listen to them on a sober brain.” Herman responded.