Chapter 5: IN A HOT SOUP
Mike tries to rest after having a heavy meal. He lay on the coach, commemorating his life's progress. He would have preferred resting in the bedroom, but now all the bedding has been aired out to dry. The man had a bedwet the previous night, something he could not imagine happening.
In his hand, Mike held a phone. He tries to search for Sasha's contact but cannot find her. He had deleted it after having a horrific dream, a dream where Sasha first appeared as a beautiful woman only to change into a ghost. The form of a ghost that she modified to really torture him. He suffered mercilessly at the hands of a ghost, which was now turning ugly each passing second.
Mike wished he could contact Sasha, but obviously that could not happen. He went into the world of imagination, trying to visualize her. He created Sasha's beautiful image in his brain. Sasha was the most beautiful lady he had ever come across. His main desire was to seduce her into a love relationship. He had earlier vowed to try his best and convince her. According to him, that would be the best achievement if he made her a fiancé.
On the spur of a moment, Mike fell asleep. He could be heard roaring like a lion, deeply asleep.
While asleep, he sees Sasha again from a distance. Dreaming was part and parcel of him. He walked faster and approached her. "Hey cutie, how are you this morning", he walked her. Sasha appears to smile at him as she sways systematically, walking away.
Mike walks faster, holds her from behind and says, "Just a minute please". The lady turns and tries to hug her warmly. Mike took a step to accommodate the hug. He carefully moves his hand as he enjoys the hug that lasted for minutes.
Mike looked directly into her sexy eyes. The eyes were very attractive. She also had nice lips that made him want a kiss. Still in a hug, he carefully moves his head, trying to find the right position for a kiss. Although Sasha was reluctant, he was forced to kiss her. The more Sasha resisted, the more she was deeply kissed.
Sasha became so angry. She gained all her strength to push him away but failed. She was held tightly by a well-built man, with strong bicep muscles.
Mike started cuddling her. He gradually raised her dress up as he took advantage of her weakness. The lady softened, having been passed through a thorough cuddling process. A phone rang loudly. Mike's sleep was disrupted. He woke up in shock, the whole coach was wet! No, it can't be. This time a wet dream! He really felt offended. He wondered why he had kept on messing whenever he fell asleep.
He received the call and kept quiet for some time." Hey, where are you", a soft voice said. The voice was familiar. Sasha was the one who was on call. Mike answered, "I am in my room." The lady realized that he had made a call to the wrong person. "Sorry, it is the wrong number. I was calling my cousin but, unfortunately, it reached you." Sasha apologized. She hangs up the phone.
Mike stood up and went to change his clothes. The one he was wearing were very wet. He chose to wrap a towel around his waist first as he tried to find attire. He pulls a t-shirt from the hanging line and puts it on. He then took gray trousers and wore them. Mike had a hanging line in his bedroom where he placed most of his clothes.
Mike walks slowly to the main door and carefully opens it. What! It has rained heavily. What a poor man! All the bedding he had aired out to dry was rained on. He felt like crying. But being a man meant a lot, enduring in all circumstances. But where we he sleeps, all the bedding is wet, the coach also wet. It was one of his bad moments.
He made a step, took the wet bedding, carried them to the room and placed it on the floor. At least they were safe there. Leaving them outside could lead him losing them to thieves. He had nowhere to sit. He sat on the floor in one corner of the room, now turning into deep thoughts.
Mike called his neighbor and requested an extra mattress. He had full information that the neighbor had an extra mattress. That would be his only savior in such a bad moment. The neighbor was slightly heartless. After having known what knew Mike, he still refused to offer assistance.
The poor man had no option. He took a sisal bag and spread it on the floor. He then wore a heavy jacket and then went to slumber. His new bed was not comfortable. He was very restless the entire night, waking up at intervals.
The following day, Mike woke up very early in the morning to restore order in his house. He had to clean thoroughly. Also, the wet coach and bedding had to be attended to. The man suffered.
Mike began by airing the coach and the bedding outside. He then embarked on cleaning the utensils. That was the worst task for him. The lazy boy struggled to clean up the dirty utensils which were stinging. He had left dirty for a long time.
The man then took a bucket of water and a mopper. He went direct to the kitchen where he started mopping the floor. As he continued mopping, he was singing a love song by a famous musician, basically a cautionary song. The floor had been made slippery by the soapy water. No sooner, he was on the floor, having fallen like a bag of maize.
Mike scrawled, held a stool to support him to stand up again. It was the unfortunate act that he least expected. He could not continue anymore. Mike walked slowly passed the main door and sat in the sun to bask. The sun's rays were out, giving an extent of warmth on a cold morning.
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