The Blusher (2)

"Hello Choco, welcome back honey."
Madame Agnes greeted General Bongo as she collected his briefcase, sealing her salutation with a kiss.

General Bongo's little vizsla hopped between his legs  as he held his wife, craving its own attention;  its master however solely belonged to madame on this night. The dog, undefeated and unfettered continue to hop and bark as it followed its master.

"How's my wildcat been today?" the General asked, holding onto Agnes's curvaceous waist a lil longer.
"Grand baby, grand. I prepared your favorite. Go shower let me set the table."

General Bongo then proceeded to his room, leaving Agnes to set the table for dinner. Agnes dropped the briefcase on the glass dinning table and hurried towards the kitchen. Her husband must be extremely famished, she thought.

Some minutes later, all was set and Madame Agnes beckoned on her husband. He called back from his room, permitting her to continue eating as he'd join her pretty soon; but Madame Agnes refused to eat without her husband, so she waited.

She fiddled with her phone in wait, and after a while the thought of opening the briefcase brushed through her. She drew the iron briefcase closer, fiddling with the handle and lock.
Madame Agnes examined it for a while and without opening it decided to take it upstairs to her husband.

All the while the dog sat still under the center table, it focused on the television as an animated cat and mouse kept setting traps for themselves and killing each other; only to come back alive in another episode. Occasionally it would bark when a  bulldog scene comes up.

"Yes come in..." General Bongo answered a knock on the door. Agnes stepped in with the briefcase. Her husband was still in the bathroom so she sat on the bed waiting.
Then it came to her again like a bad dream that needs interpretation -the briefcase.

She caressed the handle, and like a woman, she unlocked it.

"CLICK"

The briefcase swung open and she saw in it a neatly arranged spiral-bounded document, a pistol and two packets of bullets (real and rubber baton rounds).  There was also a clean Gerber mark II dagger with black rubber handle safely sheathed in a military sheath.

She perused the documents and realized it was the old General's will.
"Chinekeme" she muttered softly as she read the document. She discovered there and then that General Bongo had two more wives in the states, and even his late first wife had a larger percentage of his properties willed to her children.

She was doomed; and for no reason, the book, the doomsday conspiracy came to her mind. What am I doing with this aged nincompoop? She thought.
"This is insane. I've been used." she said out loud absentmindedly.

General Bongo came out from the bathroom just in time to see her talking to herself.
"Honey are you okay?" he asked.

Madame Agnes took a while to process her thoughts before she replied
"Who's your honey?" she retorted as she flashed the documents before her husband.

"Please put those stuffs back I don't want it flying around." The General said and walked towards his wardrobe. He slipped into his pyjamas and left his wife in the room which drove her nuts.

"Good grief! What in the hell is the meaning of all these nonsense?!" She exploded and jumped to her feet, and carrying the briefcase along she went after him. She slammed the door behind her, and hurried barefooted down the wooden stairs.

"Mister man! Don't you walk out on me! Don't you ever walk out on me!"

(To be continued)
©Angel MESSI