The Chief's Wife, Jones M [ebook reader with android os .TXT] 📗

There were some things he had to think about, and most of them involved his future as the next chief. Mwamba thought and decided to think of that at a later time. What mattered then was that he had been looking forward to seeing a specific someone ever since he had returned to the village; however, he had not seen her all day.

Mwamba knew where to find her, and so he started walking around the area. He greeted a couple of villagers who had been outside preparing their meals, wishing them a good night.

It wasn't until he was standing a short distance from the entrance of a hut that he stopped. There was no doubt of a fire having been lit in the hut for it showed the shadow of a hunched figure.

Mwamba had no idea of how to approach her. He shook his head and made quick steps towards the clay-built structure, not even bothering to make his presence known.

He stood at the entrance with his eyes transfixed on Wanjala. She had squatted on the floor, checking the crackling firewood under a pot.

"Wanjala?" he decided to call out. Mwamba noticed her form tense, but she did not reply. He chose to remain silent, still standing at the hut's entryway. A while passed with no word from her.

"Are you still not going to talk to me?" he suddenly said. Wanjala paid him no mind as she stood to check the contents boiling in the large, brown pot.

With a sigh, Mwamba said: "I'm sorry."

It was at that moment that Wanjala turned to face him with a harsh glare. It scared Mwamba enough to make him move a few steps back.

"Are you really?" she asked with anger.

That was not the kind of welcome Mwamba was expecting.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize what made you angry with me, but now I do."

"Well, good for!" Wanjala said. "Let's give the mighty future chief a warm welcome and congratulations for not having realized something so obvious for weeks!"

"Okay. Are you seriously still mad that I didn't discover you have feelings for me?"

"It's not only that!" Wanjala snapped. "Do you really think I'm so dense?"

"I--"

"I am also angry because you decided to leave the village without telling me!"

Mwamba's face fell. He shifted on his feet, not knowing how to approach the subject.

"I couldn't because you were angry with me," Mwamba tried to save face. "I didn't think you would want to see me."

"Of course I wanted to see you, you idiot! Even if I were mad at you, I would still care about you."

Wanjala sighed before adding: "That could have been the last time I would see you. I have worried about your safety ever since you left the village."

It was then that she started crying.

Mwamba's heart clenched. He hated the sight of his friend's tears. He knew it was because of him, and he was hating himself for the mistakes he had done to make her cry.

Without a second thought, he quickly went to approach her.

"I'm so sorry, Wanjala," he said as he embraced her in a hug. Wanjala kept on crying on his shoulder, and his heart broke for her.

He started caressing her right cheek to try to wipe away the tears, and that action caused her to angle her head to face him.

Mwamba caught himself staring into her brown orbs, and his heart thudded in anticipation. Foreign feelings started to overcome him as he stared into his friend's eyes.

"Mwamba--"

"I wanted to tell you that I have strong feelings for you," he said, and that made Wanjala tense in shock. She went to escape his embrace, but he held on tighter.

"I don't know how to explain it, but I know that I have been thinking of you ever since I left home."

"Mwamba--"

"I feel like I want to stay like this with you for a long while. My heart is beating so fast, and I have a strange urge to just claim your lips with mine. I don't know--"

"Then do it," she dared him. Mwamba opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what he wanted to say at first.

"I don't want to hurt you, Wanjala. I don't think I know what love is--"

Mwamba was cut off by Wanjala's lips. He was shocked at first, more so by the oddly addictive emotions that quickly followed.

Mwamba agreed to the kiss, and he found himself enjoying it so much. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. Sure, it was his first time locking lips, and the sight of people doing it usually made him queasy. However, with it being him doing it with Wanjala, it made a difference.

It made it special.

After a while, their lips parted with the both of them breathing heavily.

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before kissing again. It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other.

Mwamba held Wanjala in his arms, exploring her back with his hands as they deepened the kiss. He wanted to take it further, but the smell of burning food ended their moment.

"Oh no!" Wanjala yelled as she abruptly ended the kiss and turned to add more water to the pot. She had been boiling beans, and the water had been running out.

Mwamba smiled at the scene in front of him.

There was no doubt that things had changed between them. He could no longer look at Wanjala as a friend but as something more. 

Mwamba found he didn't mind it. He was still doubtful about kissing Wanjala out of lust, but with the way she had kissed him, he wondered if he did truly love her.

Who knew? Maybe he was already falling head over heels for Wanjala without knowing it. 

Publication Date: 03-21-2018

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