Cars and boys

“I’m late for work again. I wish a kind soul would just stop and give me a lift, come on God, one small break for your daughter,” Mary grumbled as she walked towards her office building.

Mary had been late to work for almost a week now. Although her boss had not said anything yet she knew the tornado winds were gathering momentum for her appraisal which was due very soon. Mary was the personal assistant to the manager of a big mine in her hometown. Although office doors only officially opened for business at 8am, Mary liked to be in the office by 7a.m. This gave her a chance to settle in before her boss walked in at 0740. She would check her emails, arrange his favourite newspapers and get his itinerary ready for the day all before he walked in. Once he arrived she served him his coffee, 2 sugars and lots of milk. Finally at 8 am sharp, she opened the doors to his office. But lately she had been rushing into the office moments before the doors opened.

“Toot, toot!” a hooter jolted Mary back to her current tardiness.

“Need a lift?” a man poked his head out of a car window and asked. The first thing Mary noticed was how well groomed he was.

“Thank you so much, I’m late for work. I even asked God for miracle!” Mary nervously responded. As Mary stepped into the car, she was immediately caught off guard by his musky manly scent. Nothing like a man who smells nice to start off the day Mary thought as a smirk flitted across her lips.

“I’m Nelson.”

“Nice to meet you Nelson, I’m Mary.”

“So Mary, where do you work?”

Mary began to narrate the story of what her job entailed and what kind of a man her boss was. Soon, Nelson had reached Mary’s office building and dropped her off. The rest of the morning was a blur for Mary as her boss had numerous meetings and a to-do list that was so long that by lunch time she had forgotten all about Nelson.

The next morning, Mary was late again and Nelson was her knight in shining armor once again. Nelson continued to drop Mary off at work for a few more days and eventually Mary and Nelson swapped numbers. They began to spend more time together, having lunch together every day, sometimes meeting up for dinner and eventually started going away for weekends. Nelson was a big fan of nature so they frequented game reserves regularly.

One morning, as Nelson dropped Mary off at the usual spot, one of the security guards was watching them intently. As she walked into the building, Mary extended a good morning to the guard. He responded with “Oh, you stay near Pastor Nyika?”

“Excuse me?” Mary’s heart began to pound frantically.

“Isn’t that Pastor Nelson Nyika?” the guard asked again.

“Yes, it him, we stay around the same areas.” responded Mary curtly before she stepped into the comfort of her office. As soon as she lit her machine, Mary did a frenzied search on Google and discovered all there was to know. Nelson was a pastor at one of the Pentecostal churches around town and he sat on many boards. He was married with 3 children.

Mary was in shock. Her body numbed up as she recalled all the glorious stolen moments that she had shared with Nelson. Then the anger invaded her body like a lethal injection. She could feel it flow through her veins and she began to shake. How dare he make her look like a fool! And play with her heart. How dare he allow her to dream about a future, their future together! How dare he give her false hope, false promises! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and Mary was adamant to get revenge. She lifted up her phone and called Nelson.

“Hie sweety, I miss you already. How about I call in sick tomorrow and we spend the whole day together? Are you still going out of town?”

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Sure baby, we can leave together and you can fly back into town in the evening.”

“Great. I can’t wait. Mcwah. Bye.”

And with that Mary had put her plan into motion. Nelson was a well respected man in the community. A community she had grown up in and knew very well. A community she knew would easily forgive Nelson but label her home wrecker for the rest of her life. And she was not going to have any of that.

Nelson picked her up early the next morning and they were on their way. Three and a half hours and 2 pit stops later, Mary and Nelson arrived in Naroh. It was a coastal town which always boasted great weather.  They went straight to the hotel to freshen up. As Nelson showered, Mary took this as an opportunity to go through his phone. She went through his smses and checked his call records. There was one number that noticeably frequented both log records. It was just a number with no name but somehow Mary knew she had hit the jackpot. She quickly copied the number and carried on as if nothing was wrong. They spent the rest of the day shopping, walking around the beach and had lunch by the sea side. When it was time for Mary to return, Nelson drove her to the airport. She pretended to be heartbroken to leave him and returned to her hometown.

Once she had returned home, she called one of her friends who worked at a telecommunications company.

“Hey David, I need a big favour. I’ve been receiving weird calls from this number and I wanted to know if you could find out who it belonged to… Yes, I know you’re not allowed but that’s why I’m calling in favour… Yes, I know… Yes I’ll owe you big time… Thanx hun, I won’t forget this…

The next morning, Mary got an sms from David with the name and address of the owner of the number. She decided to check it out.

“Bye daddy,” a little girl yelled from the doorway. Mary knew she had just found Nelson’s family. She walked away from the house her plan brewing in her head.

She carried on for another 2 weeks as if there was nothing wrong. She was still the sweet girl Nelson had met.

One evening, Mary invited Nelson over to her place for dinner. She outdid herself in the kitchen and Nelson was extremely impressed. After their meal, as they sat sipping coffee, Mary dropped the bomb.

“Nelson, I know you’re married.”

Nelson’s face dropped and turned an ashy grey. He was silent.

“I also know you’re a Pastor at Firstly Pentecostal Church.” Nelson continued to sit there staring into the darkness that was Mary’s living room.

“But I’m not going to report you to your wife, or to your church. A man of your stature who sits on so many boards cannot afford to have a scandal like this. All I want is this…” And Mary began to detail what exactly she wanted from Nelson. “And if you think I’m bluffing…” She took out photos of her and Nelson’s wife having coffee and more pictures of her and some of Nelson’s church elders.

Mary was never late for work again. Well at least not because of transport issues. The car that Nelson had bought for her ensured that.

the end.


7 thoughts on “Cars and boys

  1. Mary made it too easy, i must admit i expected a different end but i was totally hooked till the end, you write beautifully – your friend was right, write a novel, you know how to carry a plot

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