The Missin’ Link: NYSSA
It was another week and another day to spend with Ariadne. At this point, we had become more than close and could say a few things ’bout each other – things even Kazmir couldn’t say ’bout me.
I woke up this mornin’, happy and lookin’ forward to another day with Ariadne who would make it to the house in the space of five hours.
I now looked to my left and met the gaze of Kazmir who looked at me with suspicion in his eyes.
“What?” I sat up, heavin’ a sigh as I relaxed back on the bed. “For a moment, I thought you were my enemy.”
He chuckled, sittin’ up and relaxin’ back just as I did. “I didn’t know there was somethin’ wrong with admirin’ the woman I love,” he chuckled again and got on his feet. “Did you have a good night’s rest? How are you doin’ this mornin’?”
He walked to the wardrobe where he grabbed a towel and started walkin’ to the door of the bathroom, after which he turned around. “I hope you don’t have this excitement on your face ’cause Ariadne is comin’ to the house, but ’cause you’ll spend time with me today.”
I got on my feet also.
“Shouldn’t you be gettin’ ready for work?” I walked to the wardrobe and took out the outfit for today.
By this time, Kazmir was in the bathroom but I still said.
“You know you shouldn’t be jealous, but rather, strugglin’ to catch up on the things you missed while I was away. Leave two women alone.”
After shuttin’ the wardrobe’s door, I walked out of the room. Recently, Kazmir complained ’bout me not bein’ able to handle his meals any longer.
I wanted to talk ’bout ‘im sayin’ he would cook since the moment I stepped into the house from the first hospital, but kept mute on second thoughts.
It was very obvious that he was jealous and there was no way I would let ‘im come in between myself and the woman I liked more.
What ’bout Ember?
I was in the kitchen already when I thought ’bout her. She had yet to check in on me and that was ’cause of her busy schedule so I couldn’t blame her.
At this point, I let go of my thoughts and got ready for my day, startin’ with preparin’ the meal my husband would eat before he left for work, or wasn’t he goin’ to work – based on the statement he made a while ago?
Moments later, the meal was ready.
I now walked out of the kitchen space with a tray of food for my husband, after which I walked back in and returned with another tray for myself.
“Food is ready!” I shouted, settlin’ to eat and also recallin’ that I was yet to wash my mouth.
With this, I set to motion and led my way back to the door of the room. “Can I come in?” I asked, knockin’ gently at the door while the man from inside asked me to, and I did. “Your food is ready. Do you have any meal requests for tonight?” I settled on the bed, takin’ the towel I abandoned before leavin’ the room.
These days, my cookin’ skill has increased and I love who I am beginnin’ to become.
I looked up and asked. “What did you say?” I got on my feet and headed towards the bathroom for my round. “I made plantain and egg sauce.” I answered his question before walkin’ into the space, turnin’ on the shower, and thinkin’ ’bout the dreams I have had recently.
None looked like it would help, but scared me even more. The fire nightmare came back once in a while, but I was careful and controllin’ enough to not react like I did the first time.
A smile came on my countenance and I enjoyed my bath before finally walkin’ out with a towel wrapped around my waist.
I caught up with the bed and took the outfit I selected ’bout an hour ago, gettin’ dressed, snatchin’ my mobile device, and makin’ it back to the livin’ room area to see that the man I was married to, gone from the house.
Such a relief.
I started eatin’ my meal also, stoppin’ to take breaks and text back to Ariadne who was yet to make it to the house.
When was she comin’ over, finally?
I looked at the screen of my phone again when a message came in.
She was goin’ to be in the house before the next hour ended. “Yes.” I hurriedly finished my food before any other thing, gettin’ ready in advance for today’s therapy.
Soon, the house bell rang.
In delight, I walked out of the apartment and into the compound, headed to the gate so I could let her in.
“Come on in-” I invited when I opened the gate.
“Good afternoon, Ariadne. How are you doin’?” She walked into the space and looked around as though it was her first time in my home.
“Let’s go in already. You keep doin’ this.” I grabbed her hand and we walked into the house, changin’ our minds and rather, settlin’ on the chairs on the veranda while the session began.
“How are you today, Nyssa?” She asked me who was relaxed and I wondered if she couldn’t see how I was.
“You look very calm and collected today. Happy and, I don’t know ’bout the rest.”
“I try, Ariadne. I try.”
There was more to say. But the woman looked like she had something to say.
“Have you been havin’ dreams lately? Do you know what see in them?”
I heaved a deep sigh.
“I have no idea what I see in my dream, Ariadne. But I know I’ve been dreamin’ of late.” I explained and relaxed on the chair.
“I don’t know what I see, to be very honest with you and it’s beginnin’ to piss me off more than it used to.”
“How much patience am I supposed to have?”
“It’s one of those things,” she said with a smile and added. “How ’bout we do somethin’, Nyssa? I believe it should help us in this therapy session in case you don’t know. Are you ready to do it?”
I sat up again.
“Yes.” Givin’ a nod at the same time.
“What can we do? Tell me already and watch me do it.” I added, relaxin’ once more on the chair and sittin’ up the next moment. I was becomin’ impatient and there was no way I would have rest until this thing – whatever it was ’bout had been accomplished.
She was done with givin’ the tips, leavin’ for her home the next minute. I spent the next moment takin’ the chairs back into the house and the glasses my guest and I sipped from before shuttin’ the door and makin’ up my mind to leave for the art studio.
After a while, I reached our bedroom and then the door of the art studio in moment.
Finally, I made up my mind to go in after a series of thoughts. Soon enough, I was inside the room and looked around, thoughts runnin’ around in my head and finally, I searched for the portrait I recognized since the first day of my arrival in the penthouse.
I took it out – the pieces that were broken by who I didn’t know.
Finally, I walked to a spot in the room, takin’ a seat on the floor after lookin’ around for possible cameras.
When I took my seat, I started with the frame, studyin’ its material with my fin’ers that touched each trim. When this was done, I now faced the paint itself, mopin’ at it as though there was a ghost in it, or rather, somethin’ shockin’.
Suddenly, I found it.
The very hidden message Ariadne talked ’bout me findin’ if I ever concentrated on a piece of art – my art.
Yes!