CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Missing
I followed Joy into the living room with freshly made hot bowls of popcorn where Fatima and the guys with exception of Marcus sits waiting for the Euros qualifier group match between England and France. I settled in my seat as my soon to be ex-husband led his team into the field. He looks bold and confident for someone who needs to win today’s match or come back home a loser.
France and England both have the same point, they both need a win. Even if they draw and both gained one points each, England would qualify because they have more goals than France, so France needs a win. If I was in Kylian’s position right now, I would be so nervous. I don’t know how he does it, looking so confident like that
“Who do you think will win the match?” Abdul asked me and the others focused their attention on me
“It is hard to say, they are both great teams”
“I know I live in France but Marcus is my guy, so I am supporting England” Adebayo spoke out
“I am sorry France but I am going with England” Fatima muttered. I bent my head and smiled, I see why Marcus is so close to them. They have his back, no matter the circumstance. I looked back up to find they all looking at me intensely
“Is there a problem” I inquired feeling uncomfortable with their staring
“Who are you supporting?”
“May the best team win” I let out without thinking twice
“So boring” Joy grunted. There might be friction between us now but Marcus is my number G and Kylian, we may be divorcing, he has always been my number one player. So, I am going to stay neutral. They both mean a lot to me
Fifty minutes down and it is one-one. I know I said I am staying neutral but I am getting restless in my seat. If Kylian loses this match, paparazzi will come down hard on him. They will find fault with him and blame him. Maybe even call him all kind of racist names, I am legitimating scared for him but I am also hopeful, Kylian has bounced back from harder matches than this.
My heart leapt for joy when I saw Camavinga passed the ball to Griezman and from the left side, Griezmann played a long shot to Kylian, who aggressively raced towards the goal post without waiting and then he played right into the goal post and it was a goal.
I jumped up and screamed along with spectators at the stadium “GOALLLLLL”. I rejoiced and danced round the living room in excitement. When the thrill of goal reduced in me, I sat and looked at my side to find my friends looking at me in shock
“I thought you were staying Switzerland” Joy asked in bewilderment
“I am just excited” I said with a chuckle
“It is offside” Abdul retorted
“What?” I blurted out and looked at Kylian, who looked so frustrated “Shit” I cursed
They continued the match into extra time and luckily for France but unfortunately for England, during a rumble with Dembele, the ball touched Bellingham’s hand accidentally and that called for a penalty
“Yes” I yelled out in excitement
“So, you are team France, Marcus is going to hear this” Joy warned. I really don’t care at the moment, I am concerned about my husband. Before he became my husband, he was my number one player, so I am always going to put him over Marcus. I was stupid for thinking I can forget him. He may not be my husband anymore but he will always be my number one player.
Kylian stood tall ready to take the penalty, I wish he is not the one takng it. I mean he is in the better position to deliver but in this kind of situation where the fate of the France team rest on his shoulders, I wish that kind of responsibility is not put on him. He took in some huff of breath and ran towards the ball. I stood up gently the moment he kicked the ball but instead of the ball going into the net, it hit the goal post and over the bar the ball went.
There was a monstrous uproar from the French stand and they pointed angry hands at him
“Fuck!” I yelled and put my hands on my head in anguish
“Hey, it is just a match… take it easy” Fatima cautioned.
Fuck!
This is not just a match for my husband. I watch as the France team spend the last two minutes desperately running around the field for another attempt at a goal but at the end of the extra time, the whistle blew and I saw Kylian’s shoulder flop in defeat
Just like that, the French team didn’t qualify for Euro
Those ungrateful French fucker will come hard on him and just like I predicted, I spent my whole journey back to the hotel and the whole night responding to malicious and racist comment on twitter. People are really nasty, they don’t really care that they are hurting him with their words. No matter what he did, he is human too and he can makemistakes.
I thought of calling him but we are getting divorce and I am sure he is going to be okay. I mean, this is not the first time he is going to lose an important match and will still bounce back. He is going to be okay, he has a good emotional support with his family, so I am sure he will be okay.
By morning, the bad and hateful comments about Kylian has worsen, some are even asking him to go and die.
They can’t say this to his face, fucking cowards are hiding behind their phone and spreading their hatred to my husband. Seriously, these people needs to checked. If one or two of them are sued heavily, they would learn not open their mouth anyhow, well in this case, use their fingers anyhow.
Bloody fuckers!
Alice’s call came in while I was responding to a hateful comment. I cut the call in annoyance to continue what I was typing. I should probably take her call to ask about Kylian, fortunately, her call come in again and I picked
“Hey, how is…” I started but she cuts in
“Is Kylian with you?” she asked sharply
“What?” what kind of question is that? Why will Kylian be with me?
“I asked if Kylian is with you”
“Why will Kylian be with me” I interjected “He does not even know where I am”
Alice huffed loudly
“Do you really think he does not know where you are?”
“What?”
“The moment you lodged into that hotel, he was notified. So don’t for a second think you are hiding. He just let you be”
Really? He know where I am. He probably let me be until he finally has the time to dissolve our relationship
“So, is he with you?” Alice yelled at me from the phone. Why the fuck is she even asking if he is with me? Why will he be with me? And why is she looking for him? Can’t she call him?
“I don’t understand why you are calling me to ask for his whereabouts? Can’t you call him?” I shouted back at her. Who does she think she is shouting at me like that?
“If he was picking my calls, I won’t be calling you”
What a minute, he is not picking their calls
“He is not picking your calls?”
“His mom went to pick him up at the airport after he arrived back in Paris with his team this morning but they didn’t find him”
“What do you mean they didn’t find him, he didn’t come back with his team?” I rose up from where I sat down and started pacing anxiously
“He did but they didn’t know when he left”
The thought of Kylian walking around helplessly through the street of Paris and getting mobbed by those angry French fucker send fear through my synapsis
“Are you telling me that he is missing? How the fuck is a grown man missing?” I let out angrily
“Calm the fuck down and he is not missing. I am sure you are aware of what happened with Euros. He just needs a place to calm down”
“And you think he is with me, of all the people, Kylian can go to calm down, he would come to me. I don’t think I am that important to….” I didn’t finish that sentence when I saw the door to the bedroom open and Kylian wasps in with his suitcase.
“Kylian!” I exclaimed
“Is that Kylian” Alice asked over the phone
“Is that Alice” He asked as he moved closer to me leaving behind his suitcase. He grabbed the phone in my hand and placed it on his ear
“Hey Alice” he greeted her in French and they exchanged pleasantries. “Do not tell anyone about my whereabouts” I heard him tell Alice. Then he hangs up the call.
He walked into the closet with his suitcase. I don’t even know what to do, I just stayed in the bedroom confused about what is happening. Why the hell is he in this place? I know this is his hotel but I am sure he knows that I am here, so what the fuck is he doing here?
He came out of the closet with a towel wrapped round his waist and he entered the bathroom. I heard water gushing out few seconds later.
Is he really here to calm down like Alice said?
The door to the bathroom opened and he came out with water dripping down his body. I stood still not knowing what to do. What should a wife do for her husband right? The irony is that I am not even really his wife right now. About a minute later, he came out of the closet in his brief
“Hey” He greeted me in a low voice
“Hey” I responded in a low voice. Now, I could look at him well and he looked tired. He moved past me to the bed and said
“Don’t tell anyone that I am here” He got on the bed and covered himself with blanket. From the point where I was standing, I watch him slowly doze off
I watched as Fazya, Wifred and Melissa walk into the penthouse looking so worried. I was right to inform them of Kylian’s presence here at the hotel. I know Kylian didn’t want them knowng of his whereabouts but I was sure they wuld be worried about him and I was right.
“Where is he?” A worn out Fazya asked me
“In the master’s suite” I pointed toward the direction of the room. Fazya and the other walked towards the master’s suite. They entered and as I was about to enter with them, Melissa turned to me and whispered “You are not welcomed here” then she banged the door in my face
Not her fault? It was mine for calling her
Bloody Bitch!
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY, 9.00 PM WAT
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