HAMZ MUSINGS: Reverberation (A series)

REVERBERATION

14th March 1990.
  He was folding his clothes, humming happily to himself when she hit him with the question.
He thought aloud, chuckled and turned to her, "'What are we?",
She drew the covers of the blanket to her chest and assumed a better position to contain the dreadful feeling that had slowly begun to rise in her. 'Yes. What are we!'

He threw his head back in harsh and mirthless laughter. That was perhaps, when she knew, no longer assumed that something was wrong.
"See", she stammered, unable to contain her alarm, "See eh, this is,no laughing matter. What are we?"
He stared at her in surprise, like some horrible mandrake root, had sprouted out of her ears. This trusting little bitch, he thought rather guiltily, had the temerity to think of asking him that question? She didn't already know?
"Hey!", she banged the mattress with that anger that anticipation brought, "What are we?"

He twirled his beards and yawned, threw the folded cloth into the wardrobe, drew a chair to himself and flopped into it, clearing his
throat as he did so.
"Kay",  she snapped impatiently.
'Ehen?', he growled.
'I said, what are we? Like, who am I to you? Who are we to each other?'
He didn't want to say it. No, he actually wanted to but didn't know how to. His answer had to be soft but firm. He blew air into his loosely balled fists, straightened and rubbed them together, and sighed as she wait in patience to hear his response.
"Please, ans-"
The words slipped from his mouth almost without his knowledge, "We're eff mates"

She blinked severally as her brain struggled to comprehend what she'd just heard and her jaws swayed in a dazed and angry rhythm. Like she was being controlled, the palms of her hands
slowly went to her temples and her fingers splayed over her forehead, slid into her hair and began to twist and tangle them involuntarily. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! was all she muttered. For what could have been a quarter of a minute, he gazed at her, wondering if  "Jesus" was for shock and "Oh my God" for pleasure.

"My Queen, listen", he began soothingly, 'You're the..."
"Shut your lying mouth you deceitful bastard", she screamed in a voice that was barely human.
His face hardened at once and he shot back, "And upgrade your slow motioned brain, you gullible little rat"
"Me? Gulli- Jehovah! Jehovah!!'
"See eh, leave my house abeg".He was beginning to get incensed.

She looked up at once in surprise and joined the tips of her fingers in a chunk, pounding her chest. "Kay! It's me oh! Like, it's me, Martha. Oh my..."Her Voice trailed off and she began to "Jesus Jesus Je-" again.

"My friend, get out", he thundered, cutting her off and standing up, his hand sweeping to the direction of the door. 'You hear me?
Mata,  Matter, Mat Queen, get out.'

"Meeeee?", she shrilled, at the verge of tears. "Jesus! Jes-"
He rushed madly at her and yanked her up. That was when the folded, formal-like piece of paper, stuck in her pants drifted and dropped to the floor. He shot a curious glance at it, picked it up and tore it open. His mouth fell open as he scanned through the contents.

Pregnancy test! Positive?
'Martha", he called in a whisper that shook with fright, 'Are you...is this...pregn...for me?'
"Baby, yes. It's US now', she replied soothingly, smiling like a ram, placing his quivering hands in hers. Her tears had disappeared.
It was his turn to start calling "Jesus". Only he called it longer and said he was dead at the end.

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