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Grayson Turned To Michelle And Said: "Will you marry me?" Michelle blushed By Nhamo Muchagumisa Mavis was dismayed that Michelle's sympathies for Grayson had gone too far. Had she lost her sanity? Surely, what she saw as she drove into Grayson's workplace was nauseating, revolting, or repulsive to say the least. Her cousin was busy with the cloth, washing one of the cars parked in the yard, while Grayson, in grubby work suit was busy with the window panes of his employer's mansion. Alighting from the car she approached her cousin, shouting reproachfully, " Did my father pick you up from the mud to disgrace yourself in this manner?" "Cousin, honour and disgrace are words which man created in an effort to define life's positive and negative realities. I seldom think of such words," Michelle responded calmly. Meanwhile, Grayson brought what he was doing to an abrupt pause to go and meet his wife. "Welcome to my workplace sweetheart.

Grayson Turned To Michelle And Said: “Will you marry me?” Michelle blushed

 

By Nhamo Muchagumisa

 

 

Mavis was dismayed that Michelle’s sympathies for Grayson had gone too far. Had she lost her sanity? Surely, what she saw as she drove into Grayson’s workplace was nauseating, revolting, or repulsive to say the least. Her cousin was busy with the cloth, washing one of the cars parked in the yard, while Grayson, in grubby work suit was busy with the window panes of his employer’s mansion.

Alighting from the car she approached her cousin, shouting reproachfully, ” Did my father pick you up from the mud to disgrace yourself in this manner?”

“Cousin, honour and disgrace are words which man created in an effort to define life’s positive and negative realities. I seldom think of such words,” Michelle responded calmly.

Meanwhile, Grayson brought what he was doing to an abrupt pause to go and meet his wife. “Welcome to my workplace sweetheart. Michelle has been so kind to me,” he said with a smile that would win him Mavis back, if she had the eyes to see the heart that gave light to that smile.

“Who is your sweetheart? Call me anything else, but save your lungs the labour of breathing out that word and spare my ears the chaotic effects,” Mavis said disdainfully.

“Now Michelle, get into my car. Let’s go. I will be partying with friends tonight, and had to take an early break from work to prepare for the party, so you should not be left out,” Mavis told Michelle.

“Is he not invited?” Michelle said hesitantly, pointing at Grayson.

“For what reason?” Mavis asked, turning towards the car. Michelle waved at Grayson, who waved back with an “everything will be alright” look on his face.

Mavis would have admonished Michelle more sternly, and uttered more vituperative words at Grayson had she noticed the exchange of such intimate gestures.

 

 

 

Grayson had lost his job as Human Resources Officer, and life at home had turned out to be a bed of broken glass. Mavis had always been an abusive wife, with Grayson bearing everything in the name of peace, but this time the Queen of his heart had turned into a real harpy.

There was a sudden shift of routine in her movements. Her foot found the gate of her house around 8pm at the earliest. Grayson’s rebuke became the most detestable thing she was made to endure.

“First you lose your job, then you forget that I have to work extra time to make a few more cents, and your loudest word of gratitude is a shameless insult,” always came Mavis’ reply.

Carrying out domestic chores was never a demeaning task for Grayson, but it was a pain to his heart when Mavis threw soup at his face because it had not been so well prepared.

He took no offence at Mavis not doing his laundry, as he himself had more time than Mavis to do the task.

But it was an affront to his soul when Mavis berated Michelle, her cousin for doing the job.

“Remember it was my father’s mercy that brought us into the same orbit. I took you into my custody out of respect for my late father. If you continue doing Grayson’s dirty work, I will miss work and drive you back to the village, even if it means losing my job like he did,” Michelle said.

“I’m sorry Sister, but I thought I was only trying to be useful to you,” Michelle had said.

“Useful to him, not to me,” Mavis said, raising the remote control to turn off the TV, then left straight for her bedroom, leaving Michelle and Grayson together in the sitting room.

The following day Grayson informed his wife that he had found a new job as a general hand at a great tycoon’s homestead in the city.

“Tell me, what difference is there from doing such work here? Why have you chosen to be such a disgrace to my status? Mavis Chavirima, daughter of a Chief Executive Officer, general hand’s wife!” Mavis shouted, banging at the table so that the water glasses on it danced, spilling the water in the process.

“A general hand I am going to be. Nothing, not even the tide of your temper, can stop me,” Grayson said, oblivious of Michelle’s gaze, that seemed to beg his silence in the name of peace.

 

 

Grayson began to go to work, and if his wife had turned to dead wood in bed after he had lost his job, she mutated into a stone after he had taken the ignoble job of general hand.

Michelle was somehow puzzled when she observed that despite the verbal maltreatment from Mavis, Grayson had become more and more cheerful. Each time Mavis left the sitting room in a rage of infernal temper, Grayson sat long in the sitting room, saying nothing to Michelle, but a smile dangling precariously on his face. Michelle thought he was losing his sanity.

Grayson never lost Michelle’s sympathies. She longed to leave Mavis’ custody, but her employment prospects remained nebulous. She had come to look for employment after completing her first degree, and Mavis had taken her in. She was not actually Mavis’ cousin, but Mavis’ family had taken her into their custody after she had been thrown onto the streets by her step mother following her father’s death.

 

 

Then came the day when Mavis was very cross with Michelle for pleading with her to treat her husband with a little more kindness. “You know Dear, love is only a catalyst into a lifelong relationship. Once you are settled in marriage, it is the sense of commitment and responsibility that keeps the relationship in place. Without this anchor, the marriage is doomed. You need to treat him more tolerably, even though the excitement of being his wife has long died,” Michelle said expressively.

“My sweet orator, sanctum of ingratitude. After work tomorrow, I will drive you back to the village. My mother is the only sane person who has a heart large enough to accommodate your mental derangement. You will learn the hard way who makes the rules here,” Mavis said.

“Thank you Sister. I will go back to the village. Your kindness to me will be edged in my memory forever. Even now I don’t think this seemingly unkind decision you have made is directed at me. It is directed at the person who matters most in your life. You do not want anyone to plead for him, but yesterday I heard little Felicity asking the maid why mummy was being so unkind to dad. If you cannot be good to him for his own sake, be nice to him for Felicity and Felix’s sake,” Michelle said, her voice wet with tears

Michelle’s words were like the clanging of a gong to Mavis. “I hope you heard what I said,” Mavis said, “we are journeying to the village tomorrow.”

Michelle was done with the packing around noon when a brand new Ford Ranger stopped at the gate, and the gate keeper opened the gate hastily, thinking it was Mavis. Grayson drove into the yard.

“Help Michelle bring out her bags,” Grayson ordered the gateman.

Michelle came out of the house, mystified. “So you have decided to drive me home yourself. Thanks, I was tired of waiting,” she said with a note of relief in her voice, but wondering how he would borrow his employer’s car for the purpose.

“No, you are going to start work. My employer needs a receptionist, not bad for a start, even though you are overqualified for the post. I can’t believe this,” Michelle said as the gateman loaded her bags into the car. “I will remain general hand though,” Grayson said with a big smile.

 

 

The gateman must have phoned Mavis about the developments, as without wasting time she drove to Grayson’ s work place to give him a great lecture.

It was around three pm when Michelle’s car drove into the tycoon’s premises. As usual, Grayson was doing menial tasks around the house. Today, like on the previous occasion, Michelle was assisting him.

“What is this Grayson?” Mavis asked. “You are going to release her at once. I am going to drive her to the village right away.”

“I may release her as you are her benefactor. But before you take her away, I want you to know a few facts about my misfortunes,” Grayson said leaning on his “employer’s” car, while Michelle stood helplessly behind him, like a bird with a broken wing, beseeching him silently that he would not allow Mavis to take her away.

“I never lost my job. When my employer died, I inherited half of his shares and the other half went to his son. That was according to his will. So I became an employer, and had to terminate my contract as HRO, and I have received my full severance package,” Grayson explained.

“What do you mean?” Mavis asked, struggling to force her words past the lump on her throat. “Let me continue. This twelve roomed mansion, which was one of his countless properties is now mine. All the cars you see in this yard are mine.”

“Congratulations!” Mavis exclaimed, hardly able to disguise the pain welling up in her heart. That word comes too early Sweetheart,” said Grayson. He turned to Michelle, “Will you marry me?” Michelle blushed.

“If she says yes, you can say the word again Mavis. Our divorce papers are ready for your signature, whether she says yes or no,” Grayson told his wife.

Mavis turned towards her car, opened the driver’s door roughly, got on board and drove away. Grayson turned towards Michelle and gathered her into his arm.

Nhamo Muchagumisa is an English Language and Literature teacher, and he writes from Odzi. He writes in his own capacity and can be contacted on +263771271478 Email him at: muchagumisan@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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