The Broken Trust: KAZMIR
“You need to leave my room, Ophelia-”
I got on my feet and walked to the door. “I don’t want to see you in it from now till whene’er.” I added, openin’ the door so that she could walk out. “You have no right to walk into my home and remind me of somethin’ I shouldn’t be reminded of in the first place.”
“I was only askin’ a simple question, Kazmir-” she said but I pointed at the opened door, showin’ her the way out of my room.
“Fine, I’ll go. I’ll be in the room your wife gave me to stay in in the meantime.” She said and finally, walked out of the space.
I shut the door, heavin’ a sigh.
Phew!
She was gone, just what I wanted.
I fell on the bed, suddenly listenin’ to sounds that came from the bathroom.
Did she-?
Maybe not, a sigh ran out of my mouth as I fell back on the bed once more.
“Baby, are you not done?” I said and she didn’t hear me, just as I thought. The shower sounds had taken over the space and that was exactly what I needed to confirm – another way to be certain that Nyssa didn’t hear anythin’ that happened in the space with my sister when she was in it.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was late in the evenin’. How did I sleep for that long? What was I thinkin’? It was evenin’ before I slept, I rubbed my face with one of my hands and looked at the bed for Nyssa who was supposed to be in it.
She wasn’t in it. Where was she? With-Ophelia?
“No way!”
At the realization of bein’ exposed more than I have been, I walked to the door after jumpin’ off the bed, openin’ it, and then walkin’ out of the room so that I can check on my wife and stop whatever connection or rather, friendship she may be buildin’ with my sister who was ne’er willin’ to stand by me – not when I was wrong. That wasn’t supposed to be happenin’.
“Ophelia!”
I rushed down the stairs, catchin’ up with the livin’ room area.
At the dinin’ table was the woman I was lookin’ for, eatin’ from a tray of food. “Where is my wife? What did you tell her?” I sat on another chair, opposite her and posed the question.
“What did you tell her? Tell me already and let’s get this over with.” I urged the younger woman who dropped her spoon on the plate, summonin’ some courage to finally look me in the face with a smile I didn’t like.
“I didn’t tell your wife a thing, Kazmir. Why are you so scared? I have said nothin’ to her.”
“In fact, I haven’t set eyes on her since the last time before I walked to your room early this afternoon. Why do you want to cause a scene so badly?” She scoffed, takin’ the spoon back in her hand and diggin’ through the meal.
I heaved a sigh and got on my feet. At least, she knows fully well that my wife should be avoided for as long as she remains in this house.
If there was anythin’ I didn’t want to happen, it was Nyssa leavin’ the house a second time – for the home of the man who took her in the last time she did. How did she even get to his home?
Suddenly, the sound of a door cut short my attention. Two women walked out of the art studio, causin’ my mouth to open.
“Look who we have here.”
I didn’t want strangers walkin’ into the art studio, and at the same time, I didn’t mind. As long as it keeps Nyssa away from Ophelia, Ariadne could come into the art studio for as long as she wanted.
“It’s nice to meet you again, Mr. Draven,” the woman was soon in front of me. “I came for a session with your wife but we’re done already, so you can have her back.” Now I looked at Nyssa, wonderin’ at the same time why she had that look on her face.
Does it mean-?
Definitely not.
“Is everythin’ okay with you, babe?” I asked while she walked past me, not sayin’ a word. I faced my sister who was busy with her meal, not givin’ me one moment of attention which I liked – especially when the look Nyssa gave me wasn’t also seen.
“I’ll be in my room-” I looked out of the livin’ room, back at my sister, and then started my journey to the bedroom.
“Don’t come close to my wife. I’ll not warn you again.” Now that Nyssa was not close to any of us, I gave the warnin’ before walkin’ away, into the room so that I could wait for her – my wife.
Before the end of the next hour, Nyssa walked into the room. I was checkin’ out the report Darius sent when she walked in, while I was forced to place the laptop back on the table and face her.
“Is there a problem?”
She shook her head, settlin’ on the bed next to me.
“What was that ’bout?” She posed, confusin’ me the more. “What did your sister say to you and why don’t I know ’bout it?” She asked again, shakin’ her head and standin’ on her feet.
“I thought I could trust you, Kazmir-”
“-so you’ve proven yourself to be who you are once more. And it’s not just from you, but runs in the blood of your family right from your first days.”
“How don’t I know you’ve been like this since your youthful days?”
She walked to the door of the room, changin’ her mind and walkin’ to the wardrobe area. “I can ne’er trust you!”
What could I say?
How come she heard it?
Fear, regrets, and anger filled me. I was scared ’cause of the woman I am married to, leavin’ the house for Lysander’s again.
Also, I felt regrets ’cause of how many secrets are kept from the woman I say I am married to and anger, none other than Ophelia makin’ it into my room in the name of ruinin’ my marriage.
What is wrong with her?
I jumped on my feet and walked out of the space, catchin’ up with the stairs and walkin’ through it before heavin’ a sigh and leadin’ my way to the room Ophelia stayed in in the meantime.
“Ophelia?”
How did she make it from the diner to the room in the space of a few minutes?
I waited at the door and it opened soon.
“Brother? Why are you here? Did you have a rethink and want us to talk?” She opened the door wider and I walked in, anger written on my countenance.
“What is it? Why do you have that look?” Settlin’ on the bed, she looked up to meet my gaze.
“If you’re goin’ to stay in my house, then you must abide by my rules, Ophelia.
“One of these rules is learnin’ how to mind your business. You know fully well that I have a marriage I don’t want to break for any reason, as well as a woman I don’t want to lose. Do you even know what that means? I’ll do anythin’ at all to keep my woman next to me in case you didn’t get the memo for one moment.”
“Wh-what did I do?”
“What did you not do?!” I shouted, pacin’ the space. “You walk into my home like it’s your Father’s house and talk shit in my room when my wife is in the bathroom and expect her not to hear. How is that even possible? Even if it is, I’ll advise you to stay away from my marriage and don’t cause me brewin’ hate for you.”
Without waitin’ to hear what she had to say, I walked to the door, turnin’ around to see her face before turnin’ back around and walkin’ out of the space. The way the door jammed must have shown how angry at her I was, and taught her how to keep shut also.