In Witness Of A Dream (Part 4)
Kaola heard the bangs. He was conscious it was him executing them on the door. He opened his eyes buried in the naked flesh of a woman.
“Don’t open! Don’t open!” she kept saying and held him around his neck.
“My mother, it’s an emergency…I must open.”
“No, please don’t!”
He felt his like sweeping in a swimming pool. “Who the hell are you?”
“Please don’t open.”
She released and he cried, “Hishan! How the hell did you get in here?”
“You let me in,” she folded her arms across her breasts.
“Damn! Who’s at the door?”
“Ayya,” she said.
“How did he know you’re here?”
“My brother, he saw me enter.”
“Why did you come here? Did you see me piss outside the door?” He grasped his pink underwear and wiped his genitals.
“No. Natasha told me you do.” She put her legs together and turned to the far side. “Please don’t answer the door.”
He threw his underwear at Hishan, “I have an emergency,” he grabbed his mobile phone and dialled, “Damn!”
Reed saw her at his door. He thought big sister was talking to him on an issue. Hours later when Ayya came looking for her and couldn’t find her in the house or locate her on the mobile, Reed suspected she went inside Kaola’s room.
Reed didn’t want to disturb his sister or Kaola either but asked Ayya to check him out. Ayya knocked the door wearing a grey toned outfit. Kaola could clearly make an image in the late afternoon light.
His mother wasn’t answering the phone so he called his big sister living in Henvéru, “Dontha! What has happened to mom? Is she alright?”
“She’s fine. She arrived this afternoon,” replied Nam, “She tried to call you…”
“What happened to her eye?”
“I thought she was taken to the hospital!”
“No. She’s fine. She has gone out. She is doing great. Don’t worry.”
Kaola dropped the phone, “I must be crazy.”
“You are crazy,” Hishan giggled, “You are crazy at it.”
“I swear I don’t remember a thing.”
“Where did he go?”
“Ayya must be in the house. Please don’t open. We are supposed to get married next month.”
“Damn!” Kaola felt his moist body. “What do we do now? I see you kept your footwear inside…clever. My new shoes…”
“Let me wash! Mind a towel, please!”
“Oh yes. So, what exactly did we do here?”
“You damn know what you did?”
“There’s no way out,” he passed a towel. “Did he call?”
“He did. He rang your phone,” she wrapped the towel and got on her feet, “He knocked several times.” She entered the tiny little toilet without a door.
“What are you going to do now?”
“We’ll wait. He has to leave soon. He’s on office duty.”
He checked the time. “It’s Tuesday, five-thirty, damn!” He noticed the spoiled bedspread and observed her knees behind the toilet wall. “Hishan, he’s going to leave you. He will call off your wedding.”
“He can’t do that,” she popped her head. “Ayya knows I’m bit like this. We are not married yet.”
“Your brother will not like it.”
“He’s cool. Don’t worry about him.”
Kaola hit the chat to see if his secret lover was online. Hishan placed water thoroughly on her body and came out wrapped in towel. She pulled on her knicker-bocker pants and pink T-shirt.
“I must go out to meet my mother. Shall I check your house if he’s in?”
“Please do,” she said.
Kaola stepped to the gate side and immediately faced with Shym who noticed red marks under his neck and heavily on his chest. The girls peeped at him behind the window. Shym entered his quarters without saying anything.
Hishan stepped behind him like a shadow, “Is he gone?”
“I think so.”
She quickly crossed to her door but the girls in the east wing saw her.
Within minutes Kaola got dressed and zoomed on his bike up the Havana streets but first he climbed the lane behind Mafannu Cemetery. He searched for half an hour but couldn’t locate the red brick columns and the teal gate. There was no place called The Guesthouse. He entered few shops and enquired. Kaola didn’t give up. He asked of another place called Macon Village. An old version of a house in the block but nobody seemed to know. Most of them belonged to the atolls. The walls of the cemetery completely covered the headstones and grass even on the side of the lane where the wagon was parked. He noticed a couple of skulls and bones placed on top of the wall. Even the dead not respected. Things were very different as he saw it in his dream.
He reached Lolly in Henvéru and met his sister, a voluptuous woman in mid-thirties with an oily skin and in a mid-thigh dress; old fashion. “Mother has been out for a while. I think you should wait for dinner.”
“Ring me up when she comes home. I must see her, it’s important,” he said.
He reached east waters and told Nasr that he had to decode a dream. A dream he could remember so well and utterly clueless of things that happened in real life.
“Hang on!” cried Nasr. “Are you saying Natasha told Hishan that she saw you pee and Hishan fell under the influence of Anzala Fahsha?”
“Something like that,” agreed Kaola.
“Did you screw her?” asked Jokey.
“What’s the name of Amila’s old place?”
“Macon Village,” recalled Nasr.
“Are you after the girl?” asked Murey.
“No,” Kaola shook his head, “just asking. Where is this place?”
“Behind Hotel Alia,” replied Nasr.
“I’ve been there. I checked the whole place…”
“See!” cried Murey, “I can’t trust this guy.”
“I can’t trust myself either,” intoned Kaola. “Is there a guesthouse?”
“Not that I know of,” said Nasr.
“Well, is Murad marrying Sadna? By the way…is she a nurse?”
Half-Tone replied, “She’s a cop.”
“Calm down! You’re asking too many questions. What’s got into you?”
Sister Nam called and Kaola left his friends to join dinner with his mother. “Mother, I was having bad dreams…”
“Are you praying these days?” asked Lafya.
“Mom, please don’t get started.”
“He smells like a cigar,” uttered his sister.
“That’s why I don’t like to come here.”
“It’s nothing, Kaola, nothing heavy on you.”