After dropping Aunt Vicky's food on a table that was placed close to her bed, I handed over the letter to her told her it was from Mrs John. "Rita?" she uttered surprised, probably because they weren't really close. Infact, they were just neighbors and nothing more. Unlike in the case of Mrs Smith who was somewhat close to us, Mrs John was the opposite. Thus, I briefed Aunt Vicky about what happened. I told her what the woman said and that her boys were currently downstairs watching, and would obviously be staying here for a while. Seeing how unhappy Aunt Vicky was, my heart began beating faster than it was. Hence I told her to go through the letter and see what it says. Just then, she sluggishly opened the envelope and pulled the letter out. There was also a key inside the envelope which looked like that of a door, however our main focus wasn't on it but on the letter because it practically had everything in detail, everything we needed to know. Hence, Aunt Vicky glanced at it for some seconds before handing it over to me to read it. And without wasting any time, I collected the paper and sat close to her on the edge of the bed;
"Dear Mrs Harold, I know I had not been a good neighbor to you but hear me out. Please don't stop reading, please. My husband, John had been diagnosed with a very rare disorder that makes me to have high libido. It all started after the birth of our second child, he began demanding for more rounds every night. Sometimes four, and sometimes five. He couldn't go a day without making love to me. I told him we need to seek medical attention but he told me he was fine, that healthy men usually love to make love always. However, I couldn't have it. I was getting tired and he was draining my energy, therefore I decided to go and see a doctor without his knowledge. I explained everything to the doctor and she told me it could be a disorder, however she told me to change some of the recipe I do and also some of the ingredients I use in my food. I did all that but nothing changed, infact it only got worse. Then I consulted some of my friends and they told me to start starving him of s*x which i know is his marital right, but what could I do? If I didn't do that I might end up getting myself killed by his persistent. When I started starving him of s*x, he retorted to not providing anything for the family. Infact, he stopped talking to me. Whenever I talk to him, he would pretend as if he didn't hear me. It continued until eventually, he decided to calm down. He returned back to his senses and asked me what exactly I wanted. Then I told him I would like us to go to the hospital for tests and diagnosis, so the doctors could determine what was wrong with him. However, he didn't agree. He continued with his craziness until later on he decided to agree to go to the hospital with me. We went there and he was diagnosed with a very rare disorder, and that was exactly what was making him to be s*xual active all the time. He could be given s*x now and in less than an hour, he would ask for it again. He would never stop, no matter how many times he gets that. I asked the doctor if there is treatment or drugs for, sadly we were told there was no treatment for it the fact that it was a very rare disorder that only affect a very small number of the world's population. One in half a billion..."
I heaved a sigh and continued reading the letter;
"Then my husband asked if it was a dangerous disease, you know it's better for us to know what exactly we are dealing with. A life-threatening problem, or something we could manage until treatment is available. Unfortunately, the doctor's response was really favourable. We were told that the only probably is, he could end up with a cardiac arrest if he continued to have s*x all the time. He could also end up with prostrate related problems, or back pain and he might end up losing more blood than usual. Infact, scientifically speaking a man is only advised to have s*x three or four times a week. That is to say having it three times or more every day of the week is highly unhealthy. And that if he really wanted to live then he should reduce it to at least once every day, after which he could reduce it further to four times a week. He was also given some supplements to stop him from having erection. I thought that was it until one day I caught him mas.turbating. It was as if nothing really worked, instead of making love to me he turned to making love to himself. Eventually, he began chasing after women and harassing them. Wherever he sees a woman, he would try to seduce her or make love to her. He attempted to make love to most of my friends that used to pay me visits, hence I stopped women from coming into our house. But then he began going house to house, trying to establish friendship with women, young girls, even Laura, your niece was approached him..."
I paused there as Aunt Vicky glanced at me, then I decided to continue...
"I thought warning women and strongly advising them to stay away from him or shun him away whenever he approached them would work, but that didn't. He went after Emily, my loving neighbor who had been there for me. She understood everything about our situation and had been able to confront my husband to the point he started to listen to her. But then, yesterday we were on bed sleeping when he left the house to her own house. Her husband had been away for a while, remember he works at Vinewood? My husband wanted to take advantage of Emily but she didn't agree, and while trying to runaway from him she fell from the stairs. Suddenly, the cops arrived at arrested him. I wasn't allowed to approach where he was, let alone talk to him. He was taken by the police to the station, and just this morning I was told he would be transferred to Vincity. The police would like me to be there as he wasn't talking at all, he said he wouldn't talk without me beside him. So I have to go, but I can't go with the boys. Patrick is the eldest, and Paul is the youngest. Don't tell them I wouldn't be coming back now please, because I lied to them that I would soon. The key to our house is in this envelope, whatever they need is in the house. You can take them to the house anytime or send them there, you can also ask Laura to do that. But I suggest keeping them in your house unless they have someone to stay with them in our house. In my room, there is a lump sum of money under the bed. Amounting to ten thousand dollars. Use it to take care of my kids please. I will try and return back soon. I know I haven't been a good neighbor but Vicky, you are the only one I can trust with this job. At the end of this letter, you will see my contact. Call me so I can have your own contact. We can talk about anything you want, I will be glad to respond to all your questions. Thank you"
That was the end of the letter, and just as I was done reading she heaved a sigh and collected the paper. "This is serious, I never knew Mr John was such a pervert. Although it's a disorder as claimed, but why would he even think about approaching you? Just because I wasn't around?" she muttered in anger. "Anyways, it doesn't matter. The boys are innocent after all, they know nothing about their father's craziness. The only problem is, my legs are still... I don't know, weak I guess. Maybe tomorrow or in few days time I would be able to walk with them. The only problem now is, how are you going to manage taking caring of me and then being my helper?" she turned to me with a wrinkled brow.
"Actually," I huffed, "I think the best thing is to get a stave, or what do you think?" I suggested while looking straight into her eyes. I would really be glad if she consider ordering for a stave or even two that would help her with movement. That way, I would be of little to no help to her in terms of walking around.
"Well, I think that a good idea" she said to my utmost dismay, I never really thought she would consider getting an object to help her with walking the fact that she didn't like the idea at all. Not even a bit. "I will talk to Doctor Francis or Sophia, thanks for the suggestion" she added.
"You are welcome, Aunt" I beamed. Just then she told me to go to go and take care of those kids, and that I should also give them food to eat. Well, that was great. But seriously, I didn't cook much. Perhaps I should just give them Jessica's share the fact that she was away and might not come back anytime soon. But first I would have to ask the kids first if they were hungry, they might have eaten before coming uou know? Yeah, their mom might have fed them but... who knows? I just hoped that they had something proper if they had ate the fact that their mother was stressed after the arrest of their father. Well, for any woman to be in that situation, definitely she would stressed.
When I went downstairs, I met the kids still watching. They were laughing at every funny move or thing done by the cartoon characters in the TV. They didn't even notice my presence until I cleared my throat, the two then turned to me... quickly suspending the smiles on their faces. I knew they weren't used to me that was why, even though we used to see each other around. But we were still stranger. "Is anybody hungry here?" I playfully asked but none of them responded. "Hmm, I am asking... is anybody hungry here, because food is ready?" I uttered again, this time around they both turned to look at each other. Just then they nodded their heads positively, thus I called them to the dining room and served them both, after which I served myself. And without wasting much time, the two began eating very fast there-by sending shivers down my spine. It was obvious none of them had eaten lunch, or had something good for breakfast. It really broke my heart that I couldn't eat my own food until they were done with their. Paul, the youngest wanted more after having been asked by me, hence I added more for him. I also added more for Patrick from my own despite the fact he was shy to admit that he needed more. I then served them apple juice, to which they gulped to their fill after finishing the food. Hence, I told them to go and continue with their cartoon to which they both ran to the sitting room. Despite the hunger that was tormenting me, I had to wait for them to finish their food first before I theb began eating mine. I managed the little that remained in my plate, and then topped it up with some cookies. That way, I could manage until dinner time.
