“But I still love you despite these flaws.” He said: Finding Mr Perfect Husband (25-26)

Episode 25)

It was cold that night, after putting more wood on the Fire, Imabasi sat beside the fire and warmed up her body.

Sitting on the ground beside the fire, she didn’t allow herself to think about the smell of cigarette from Victor’s mouth. Or her desire to kiss him again. She didn’t allow herself to think about the kiss she had with him that was now indelibly imprinted in her thoughts.
But not thinking about him proved impossible.

After she toiled herself, trying to sleep. She combed her hair and tied it back with a piece of lace. She drank the last of the black coffee and rinsed the grounds off the bottom with some water. Then she fell asleep.

She saw him, he was dressed in a groom’s suit, set to walk down the aisle. She was among his invitees, and it happened that she was fifty years of age. She watched this beautiful lady walk down the aisle, toward Victor. She became angry, tears running down her cheeks as the lady who was the bride held Victor’s hands. 

They were about to be joined in holy matrimony when she blurted, “He is my husband!”
The crowds gave an audible applause and watched her walk down the aisle to meet him, she suddenly saw herself in a wedding dress and then a bouquet fell from the sky.

She woke up panicking. Uneasiness prickled through her. She folded her arms, pulling the blanket tighter across her shoulders. When she looked up again, she could only imagine the other woman; the one he was waiting for at the podium.
 

Her heart felt. She wanted to be that woman, she wanted to just love him and let go his Weaknesses, but how long was she going to cope?

She took a piece of paper and wrote down his good side. “He is so kind and nice.” She whispered to herself as she wrote down more positive things. A few moment later, she turned the sheet. She wrote ‘smelly mouth’ under the negative words and after she stared at the sheet of paper for a while, she threw it inside the fire.
“His flaws aren’t much. I can correct it and make him my perfect man.” She said to herself as she watched the fire burn away the woods into ashes.

Clenching her fingers into her palms, She told herself she was ready to be human and love him wholeheartedly.

*******

His eyes glowed warm in the scented candlelight as he gave her a lazy smile. His amusement showed in the faint lift if his mouth.

Her eyes held his, and she stopped herself from flinching at the cold hatred she saw there. But it was not hatred aimed at her. He hated the fact that she realized he smoked again. He was love sick, and didn’t know how to explain to her that he was heartbroken.

Imabasi stood there with a bunch of yellow rose Flowers; It smelt of winter candy apple.

She saw two people in one cute man. The romantic one who had kissed her two nights ago at the quarters, and the horrible one whom she perceived horrible smell of minted cigarette from his mouth. But she was ready to forgive the horrible man and take back the one she had kissed..

She handed the flower respectively to him and searched for something in her handbag.

“I bought you something from the body shop.” her voice was low. She handed a mouth rinse and a toothbrush to him. He stared at her, looking amaze.

“I have a toothbrush.” Victor retorted.

“This one is specially made for smokers.”
She said shrilly.

He took the items from her and kept them by his side.
“Thank you.” he said without taking his eyes off from her. He wanted to kiss her as his gaze settled on her lips. They stared at each other for moments, mutes and unable to move.

“I should be leaving. I have the students work to do.” She said softly.

“Please stay with me. Stay a bit longer.” Victor said, holding her hands tight.

She put her head on his chest and slept off.
 

Pulling her close to himself, Victor kissed her on the head.
He was going to to tell her of her own flaws to her face, and watch her shiver.
He was going to tell her that despite these flaws, he still loved her so much.

 Episode 26.

The moon shone faintly overhead through a weave of branches. Imabasi stood under the guava tree, she looked around her as if seeing darkness for the first time.
He observed her with an arch smile,
then she heard his voice.
 

A fluttering sounded in the tree branches above
he led her hands and walked her to his sitting room.
 

He looked at her shivering, an eerie mist clung to the ground. He stood and faced her, watching as her gaze chased up to his. He kissed her succulent lips, licking her lip gloss.

A fresh gust of wind whipped against them as he hugged her tight to  himself.

Victor worried about how he was going to look into Imabasi’s eyes and tell her of her own flaws.
He caught her arms and the. whispered, “I have something to tell you. It’s very important.” He said huskily.

Imabasi lowered herself on his soft sofa and fixed a gaze on his eyes. He was shy, but he summoned courage when he realized that he was letting the love he had for her overshadow his sincere thoughts on her attitude.

“You have a terrible attitude Ima.” He said trying to hold her hands.

“You do have a smelly hair. And despite the fact that you have these flaws I love you so much, I still perceive that offensive smell on your hair.” He said.

Imabasi became shy as she put down her face. She didn’t know what to say. She held her hair and tried to perceive the ponytail, but Victor held her hands and then kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes wide, as she nodded.

“But I still love you despite these flaws.” He said, grabbing her to his body.

Pressed against the bed, Imabasi shut her eyes closed. She was ashamed of herself as she thought of what she was going to say to Victor.

“I know my hair smells.” She whispered softly. But before she could say something else, Victor had kissed her deeply.

“Ima,” he said. “I will love you forever. It doesn’t matter how terrible your hair smells, I believe if you truly love me, you will change for me. I will still kiss your hair and love you all the same.” He stood and his attention paused on her face. Lightning flashed and briefly revealed his eyes. She felt strange, as if she wanted to just vanish into the air. She felt pulse danced in her throat, she was feeling uncomfortable and wished Victor had told her of the smelly hair over the phone. She should have argued.

Something was happening between them, and she knew he felt it, too. Despite the fact that she’d talked about his smelly mouth, she wanted to kiss it and rest in her arms. But she was afraid the end of her hair my get stuck in his nose.

He dropped to one knee in front of her. She caught herself on his shoulder. She felt the heat of his body and the power of his muscles beneath her palms.

His palm brushed her calf and the intimacy of the touch nearly made her jump. The gown tugged and tore, her petticoat didn’t suffer the same fate, as it reached only to her ankles.
 

He had no idea where he was taking her to. But he held her and walked around the house playfully.

For an hour, all they did was play like children. The hairpins in Imabasi’s hair had fallen off one after the other, but she didn’t care when she saw them all scattered on the floor.

Dropping her on the cold terrazzo, Victor began to kiss her again.
 

Her hair framed the delicate lines of her jaw and sent a wave of protectiveness through him.
He observed her countenance when he began to remove her panties. When he saw the pleasantness in her eyes, he unbuttoned her brazier and threw it on the floor. Covering her with his body.

And for a moment, she felt safe in the warmness of his arms. His embrace was all she wanted.

Written by Vickybon

July 06, 2017