Junkyard Blues

Chapter Sixty-two

257 C Chapter Sixty-two es, he was doing this for her too. And he was doing this for her for a little reason. He was doing this for her because it had happened again, because even after all that had been happening in his life, it had happened again. “It even delayed, man,” Niba’s eyes told him after he had made a big scene of being surprised and understanding with him, “You too slept together and it was just normal that something like that could’ve happened again,” Niba’s eyes continued to tell him, “What did you expect?” I don’t know. “It’s only natural.” But was it natural? He did not know. But what he knew was that it was one of those things that make you wonder about life and what it had in store for you. It made him see that nothing was natural about the things that happened in the world and particularly to him. That everything was a wicked plan executed perfectly by the hand of the almighty. But what Niba said with his mouth was, “When did she tell you this?” “Two weeks ago,” Jude said. “Before…” Jude nodded; she had told him before he had discovered that his dreams had been simply castles in the air. She had told him and he had actually felt nothing bad about it happening again, it was just well because he had a future which was all bright, and taking care of a child was not going to be a problem once he was out there. They had actually talked about it, dreamed about it. “I wish it’s a boy,” he had said to her She had smiled at him, that smile of a woman who was happy about what was growing in her, the smile of a woman who had no fear whatsoever, who could see the future, “Don’t start,” she had warned him. “I like to have a boy that’s all.” But a week later he did no longer know what he wanted; his world had suddenly taken a long dip down the drain. And he had started feeling that anger and blaming her for letting it happen again. But now he knew who was Y 258 responsible, and it was not her or him, it was God. It was God who had drawn the perfect plan, the plan that was being executed in all perfection… “What are you going to do?” Niba had asked him his face a mask of concern that Jude could now see through. That mask that was nothing but a lie, just like everything else. Niba did not care and had never cared, Jude decided, it was just a game to him just like life itself was just God’s game where He decided who the player was going to be as He pleased. “What are you going to do about it?” Niba asked him again. Jude shrugged and said, “I don’t know yet.” He felt like laughing, it was all funny the way the game was being played. What if he just told Niba he was part of the game too, that even as he thought everything in life was a game, he too was just part of a larger game that he could not understand? Niba looked at him and shook his head, that concern still in his eyes and that question that said, “Why don’t you just do it as before?” written in them. But Niba was just a liar, a liar who was trying to impress him just like everybody had tried before and was still trying. But did Niba even know what role he was playing? Jude wondered and smiled coming to a conclusion that Niba himself did not know what he was doing. Niba was not even the one talking to him, just like Mabel had not been the one who had let it to happen again. Niba was just a puppet like everybody else, a puppet that was being controlled by a puppeteer who had a plan that was going to be executed at all cost. “You know we can go and see my friend,” Niba said, “It looks like that’s the easiest option here, man and I think she knows it too.” Jude smiled and shook his head. “That’s the truth, man.” “The abortion?” “Yes,” Niba nodded a little too enthusiastically just like a puppet, “It’s cost effective and it...