SURPRISE AT THE AIRPORT

I'm sitting at the Mombasa airport, waiting to board my flight back to Nairobi in a couple of minutes. Rewinding a recap of all the events that took place during my seven days here, I am more determined to have that freedom I have experienced in the last few days. That free will to do anything and everything without fear or worry and without being trolled by anyone At this point, I want nothing more than for people to know the real me.

I want to be the real Gia Wilson. Free from captivity. I am free from these chains that are not allowing me to breathe. I am taking off this mask that Ejay forcefully put on me. Enough with the lies, enough with the pretense, enough with the fear, enough with the what-ifs. I have had just enough of everything.

My getting away from that bloody monster, Ejay, for these few days was an amazing awakening call. I'm leaving, but I sure will be back someday to this place that awakened me from my nightmare. The place that opened my eyes to what I was missing was living under the rules and mercies of Ejay. I. Have. Had. Enough.

Checking my wrist watch, I still have about 35 minutes before the boarding time. I didn't know I would be this early; otherwise, I would have stayed in the hotel a bit longer.

I look at my phone. My message is still unanswered. Why are you silent about me, Deep? I didn't see him the whole of yesterday, and it was understandable. I woke up this morning to a goodnight message that was sent as late as two past midnight. I called, but he didn't pick up, so I sent him a text wishing him a good morning and letting him know that I was off to the airport. Until now, there has been no reply, and he has not called back. This is not sitting well with my expectant heart, and before the paranoia gets the best part of me, I better grab a snack to calm me down. A cup of hot chocolate will do me better.

I walk into the nearby cafeteria and order my hot chocolate and a piece of vanilla cake, and I settle down. Sipping on my chocolate a few times, my phone blinks on the table. I chew the cake in my mouth and swallow softly before checking who texted. Just seeing the name, I feel my face brighten up, my heart skipping a bit, and a smile appears.

"Hi, beautiful. Surprise! Right behind you."

Shoot me! He better be joking. He can't see me smiling at his text like an idiot. Should I turn, or should I assume him?

Damn! He saw me smiling at his text like a toddler. I look down on the table and start stirring my chocolate. I'm dying to see him, but I am not turning. At the count of three, I feel his scent behind my chair.

"Are you trying to ignore me?" He whispers in my ear.

"Mh... so so. You know, just like the way you ignored my message from six in the morning." I say to him, still stirring at my chocolate, not caring to look at him.

He pulls a chair next to me and settles down, his eyes glued to my face. He is smoking hot. Is there any time he is not hot? "I'm sorry. But I am here now. Don't be angry anymore." He puts his arm at the back of my chair, leaning close to my ear again. "I would have made up for that if we were not in public."

I can imagine. A deep, just like his name, sweet sorry kiss, his hands cupping my face. Oh, I miss that. That made me look at him. Oh men! That smirk on his face Silly handsome jerk!

"Are you trying to mess with me right now?"

"I'm just trying to get your attention." He handed me a small bag from his other hand, which I had not noticed. "Here. Is this enough to ask for forgiveness?"

"What is this?" I ask, taking the bag from him and opening it to see a box of chocolate bars and a small rose. How sweet of him! "Your coming all the way here was enough sacrifice. You didn't have to go through this." Deep down, my heart is doing a small twerk dance.

"It's not trouble for me. I wanted to give you something." He says.

"Thank you." I put the small bag aside. It's my first gift from a friend, and it wouldn't have come from anyone better.

"Isn't this too much sugar in the morning?" He asks, cutting a piece of cake. Now that he mentioned it, I think it is. This is what happens when you get paranoid for nothing. You do things without thinking.

"Just for today, I..." He shut me up with a piece of cake, which I gladly took. He takes a bite, and he helps me finish the rest. I pay the bill, and we walk out, just in time when we are being called to start boarding the flight.

"So, safe flight?"

"Yeah. Thanks. So until when?" I really had to ask. He walks to me, pushing away the strands of hair falling on my face.

"The unexpected happens in the most unexpected places and times. Don't be surprised to see me at your next show. I promised we would see each other again, and I mean it, Gia. So smile for me." I smile weakly. The thought that I am leaving is still taking a toll on me. My heart feels a bit heavy. I fall into his arms, and he envelopes me in a very comforting, warm hug.

"What should I do when I miss you?" I ask, pulling away from the hug, my hands remaining on his shoulders and his on my waist.

"I'm just a call away from you. Call me anytime, any day. I will do the same too." I nod my head in agreement, and I give him one last smile.

I take the black sunglasses from where he is hanging them on his shirt and put them on. "Now you look steaming hot. Don’t pay even a single attention to bitches because they won't resist." He smiles, pressing my waist with his hands.

"You'll never cease to flatter me, will you?" He asks, and he pulls my sunglasses from my forehead to my eyes. We now both have our black shades on.

"Nah!"

"And you are dazzlingly gorgeous. Always keep that smile." He says.

"I will."

"Okay. See you soon." We embrace again for a quick hug, and after pulling away from each other, I start walking to the plane while he takes the opposite direction to his Porsche, or Lamborghini, or may be a Bugatti. "Gia." He calls when I am a few steps away, and I turn to look at him. He shows me the smile sign again, and I smile. "Rock and roll." He said that and blew me a kiss, which I returned.

We walk away with smiles on our faces, as usual. Soon, Deep. I want us to meet again very soon. Just like you, you were exactly what I needed on that trip. Your presence meant a lot to me. Like you, I don't know what you have done to me in such a short time. I feel a million things for you, things that even I cannot explain. I am scared to admit it, but I need you, Deep. I need you.