THE INTERVIEW

"So you are now free!" The reporter says:

"I am. We are." I say the lights of uncountable cameras flashing at us.

"I'm glad. Perhaps you could tell us what happened to the latter? Is he behind bars? What becomes of him after all those horrible crimes he committed, and will you be satisfied with any punishment the law will endorse for this guy?" The reporter asks.

"Ahh. He is in the hands of the authorities, and I have full faith and confidence that they will give him a justifiable penalty." I respond. Straight to the point.

"Mmh. What would be your judgment if you were the judge of his crimes? I mean, not just as a witness to his evil doings but also a victim of him." Well, I already judged him and passed on my punishment and judgment to him. I was given that privilege. Nevertheless, the public should not know this. For the sake of everyone, it is better that the public doesn't know that I actually killed Ejay. This way, we will protect the image of the police force, and people will not see me as a murderer. This was the agreement we made with Paul and the head of the police department. Heard of not taking the law into your own hands?

Yeah, this decision had something to do with that too. I may have suffered a lot at the hands of that monster. I may have all the rights in the world to get back at him. But nothing justifies taking the law into my hands. Nothing justifies killing him like I did. It will arouse mixed reactions if the nation gets to know what exactly happened. People have different opinions, and you can't justify your actions by forcing people to believe in what you believe in. I did what I did, and I don't regret one bit for every single bullet I used to fend that monster. People like him don't deserve to be walking on the surface of the earth. The world should not have monsters like him. Peace destroyers, life destroyers, and enemies of humanity like him don't deserve to live. That is my stand, and I know millions of people will differ with that. It is against the law.

For that reason, it was put in the record that Ejay was arrested by the police after a shootout that caused the deaths of most of his men, and it will remain just like that for eternity. He is gone, all his illegal business associates have been arrested, and their businesses have been shut down. They are paying for their crimes. I can now peacefully pick up my life from where it stopped and carry on without any worries. Where his body was taken is something that does not concern me at all. Whether he was burried or fended to the dogs or he was just left to the vouchers, I don’t give a fuck about that. The fact that he is gone for good is all that matters.

"I wouldn't want any single soul to go through what I and everyone else went through. People like him are a great danger to the country. I would want the nation to be free of threats like him." I have been sitting in front of these cameras for almost two hours now, and I am getting tired. Can we just end it?

"Tell us what we expect from you from now on, Miss Gia! Your fans are flooding my page with a million questions, which I can't read because, well, they are a lot and time is not on our side."

"Expect to see me a lot on stage and in studios, and almost everywhere. I will be like a bacteria, but a good one. It's time to sing, until my voice echoes to all the corners of the universe, and even then, I will continue singing." I state.

"Wow! That's quite deep, and speaking of deep," Oh dear, I know where this is going. I mentally roll my eyes. "There have been some controversial pictures of you and the billionaire bachelor, Mr. Deep Moore Azzua, circulating around the media in the last few days. You have been appearing together almost everywhere lately. What can you say about that?"

Ahem!

I adjust myself on the swivel chair, clearing my throat as I straighten my face to give it the most convincing look I can ever afford. I would avoid talking about this topic if only I could, and the butterflies in my stomach are attesting to that. "I would first like to know what is so controversial or compromising about these photos." They are a set of them displaying on the screen. Beautiful, enthralling pictures that are bewitching enough to conjure a smile from my lips. But I cloak it asap.

"Well, the fact that you are appearing in his life just after his wedding cancellation is compromising enough."

"I met Deep in Mombasa, and like normal humans, we exchanged a few pleasantries, and that is how our friendship was born. It's that simple. We are just friends. I still don't see anything compromising in those photos." I say, looking at the photos displaying on the big flat screen again.

Looking at them brings me some sweet memories that stir my heart, especially the one I am in his hands. That was taken during the Kisumu saga. It was when he rescued me. I am lifeless in his hands while he is rushing towards his car with a bleeding wound on his arms. It was the first time he risked his life for me. He continued doing so until I was finally free. He didn't complain. He didn't get tired. He did not leave. He stayed with me throughout my difficult course. Even when his family got dragged into my mess, he still chose to stay until now.

"So, just friends? You two are both single, free to mingle and explore, and maybe become something? A lot of people are rooting for you two already." The journalist insists.

"Just friends for now. We both have separate goals. We both have a lot of things to take care of. I personally have a lot on my plate. So, whatever you are wishing for hasn't crossed our minds yet." I say it with a very heavy heart.

"But what if it does? Will you give it a chance? The photos have passed the review of a very perfect couple. You two look amazing together." I bitterly sigh at that.

That is exactly what we are in my heart—a perfect couple. A couple with a strong bond. A couple that has a future together. But I don't know about him. I childishly bat my eyelashes, breathing out a sigh. I hope my discomfort about this won't be captured by the cameras. "I will cross that bridge if ever we get there. For now, Deep is my good friend."

"Alright! I am sorry, guys, but that is all the time we had today. Miss Gia, thank you for honoring our invitation to this interview. I will let you know that we are happy that you pulled through all that. We are looking forward to seeing you everywhere. We are waiting for more music from you. Welcome back, and do what you best do—sing! You have the power and energy. You have the spirit. You got the fire. You have all it takes. Keep the fire burning, and we love you so much."

Awww! That is deep! "Thank you so much. It's my honor to be here and share my story with everyone. Thanks a lot and see around." Thank God I finally get the chance to stand up. I was freaking out in that damn seat. I take in a good amount of the fresh air outside and walk to the car. That is over and done with.

On to the next task in line.