G A W E L I N A

chapter 5 - More surprises

2011-03-21T15:05:00.000+02:00

Bernice went home disappointed. Brian told her about Emile’s disastrous marriage and the vow he took never to fall in that trap again, but she really did think she could make him change his mind. But all is not lost, she thought as she got in bed, he was responding well to her efforts and he did have a good time in the club. She did not know if it was the darkness, the fact that there were so many people that they were not noticed or the drinks he had, that brought the change in him. She only knew that she wanted the man more than ever and she was going to get him, whatever it takes. She lay in bed and her fingers followed the path his fingers went earlier that night. She could still feel the shivers and the butterflies they brought with them as her fingers gently caressed the moistness that was forming again. With a smile on her face she slowly drifted off to sleep, one fingers still lingering in the moist folds.

Emile, on the other hand, could not sleep. He was tossing and turning. He knew he wanted that girl more than ever, but he also remembered his vow to himself. He is not ever going to trust a woman again, but he had the feeling that this one is not going to be so easy to forget. After the girls left, Brian told him to let go of the past. He should focus on being happy, because nobody said he has to marry the girl. He just has to give her a chance to show what she is all about. All through the night Emile fought the urge to go over to her house and demanding to be in her bed. At last he fell asleep and in his restless dreams she was running away and he was calling for her. He woke up tired and angry at himself.

Since it was Saturday, he could stay in bed but he decided to go to the office instead. Maybe he could finish some work and take a few days off. He really wanted to go to his beach house again. The thought of the beach and the waves instantly made him feel better and he hastily left for the office.

Just as he entered his office, Brian called. He was glad they had a good time and agreed that Emile’s idea was a good one. He suggested Emile take the week to finish the last project and then take the next week off. That sounded good to Emile. He immediately started to work since there were lots to do

At home, Emile saw the note pinned to his door. It was Bernice, asking him to join them for a picnic the next Saturday. Emile called the number on the note and left a message that he would love to, but would be out of town by then. He left his number in case she was home when he returned. The rest of the weekend passed without any calls from her.

Emile called his mom and asked her to send someone to clean his beach house and told her he will be there for a few days. She was happy to hear that but had plans to leave the day after his arrival. His sister invited her over and already paid for her tickets. She could not cancel. Emile tried to hide his joy over this and said it would be fine with him. He just needed to rest anyway.

Now time seemed to fly and Emile was talking on his phone with the client two days later, when a shadow appeared in his doorway. It was Bernice. He waved to invite her in while he talked. She came inside wearing a long white skirt and blue t-shirt, showing a tantalizing cleavage. Emile tried to sound normal while he watched her sit down. She was looking around the room, seemingly deep in thought when her hand moved down her thighs. Slowly she was caressing them over her skirt as she looked round the room. Emile’s eyes watched her while he tried to concentrate on the conversation. He wished the man would hang up now. The secretary came in, put tea on the table and went out, closing the door behind her. Emile glanced at Bernice and saw her fumbling with her handbag. He smiled secretly at her boldness while the man was talking.

Still on the phone, he saw Bernice get up and wonder around the room, getting closer and closer to him. His heart was beating so fast, he was wondering if the other man could hear it too. She came round his chair and slowly drew her fingers through his hair. Then gently, she started sucking his ears. He could not stand it any longer and asked his client if he could call him back since they finalized their meeting anyway. He hung up and looked up. Bernice was in front of him, pushing his chair back a bit. Then she sat on his desk and put her legs on the armpits of his chair. Amazed he stared at her while she was slowly pulling up her skirt with one hand, her eyes fixed on his. He watched her rubbing her thighs, moving the skirt even higher.

Emile licked over his dry lips as he saw her opening her legs and showing him that there was no underwear. He moved forward to touch, but she warned him to stay away. He sat back and watched as her fingers did all the things he wanted to do with his tongue. Slowly she played with the lips, tickled her clit and opened the doors to the moistness that begs to be inspected. Emile felt his pants starting to tighten as the woman in front of him torture him with her game. Just as he was about to demand taking part in the play, she got up and stand over his legs. Slowly she moved forward and softly brushed her lips over his face while her hands held his to the armpits of the chair. Emile caught his breath as her hands moved to his fly and slowly unzipped him. His hands were free to roam over her body now and he took advantage of the moment. He lifted the shirt, cupped her breasts in his hands and suck on them while she rubbed her soft wetness all over his erect shaft. Slowly she teased him, letting the tip barely touch the opening while she breathed heavily close to his ears.

Bernice whispered into his ear: “I want you so badly. Do you want me to?” “Yes”, he replied. “How much?” she asked while letting him slip inside just a little bit and withdrew again. “Oh, hell, so much!” he almost cried out while he felt himself slip out again. She was teasing again now, letting him inside a little deeper each time and then withdrew again until finally he felt himself slip in all the way. Just a moment she let him savour the surprise then she slowly withdrew again.

Emile could not stand it any longer. With one movement he picked her up and put her on his desk. She smiled at him and clung to him as he took possession of her once again. Now they did not bother about anything. Emile let go of all his fears and all the bad memories. He wanted this girl and she wanted him and she was giving him all of herself. He heard her moan and knew she was very close to orgasm now as he moved with her. Immediately, he withdrew and put his mouth where his desire was, licking and sucking while he inserted two fingers in the moistness of her. He felt her soft clouds folding around his fingers as he heard her groan more and move more rapidly with each groan. He heard her building up to climax and begging him to enter her again. With his fingers still inside her, he moved closer and took possession of her from behind. She went wild under his hands and grabbed his free hand. She sucked on his fingers for just a few seconds when, with a loud groan she reached her climax. Emile could not believe it, as he too, exploded inside her. His hand slipped out of her and he softly caressed her until she calmed down.

After she regained her self-control, she got up, smiled at him and pulled her clothes together. “I just came to show you what you’ll be missing on Saturday.” She said. “call me” and with that she kissed him one last time and walked out the door as if nothing has happened, slowly closing it behind her.

Emile was stunned. Slowly he pulled out the Kleenex from his desk drawer and wiped himself, pulled his clothes together and got up. He packed his things and decided to go home. There was one neighbour that needed attention and he was not going to let her go without a fight. A woman like that should not be neglected he decided.

The hallway was empty when he left, the secretary went home. She did ask if she could leave early he remembered. He reached his car without meeting anyone and rushed home to decide on his plan of action, smiling all the way. Today was the turning point in his life, he realized. From now on, nothing will be the same again.

Neighbours - Her turn (4)

2011-02-12T17:29:00.003+02:00

Bernice smiled to herself while she showered. Last night would be regarded as one very successful night. Who would have guessed that her handsome neighbour would be so willing to play along? Ever since that day next to the swimming pool, she knew that he was hooked. Every stroke, every moan she made for him, he thoroughly enjoyed. Oh, how she longed to take that hard penis in her mouth, she thought as she gently rubbed the soap all over her body, playing just a second longer with each nipple. The recollection of the events, made her breasts tinkle and her nipples instantly grew hard. She remembered every emotion on her neighbours face as he watched her, thinking she did not know. Her hands drifted down between her legs and she gently played with the folds, the warm water caressing her body. Suddenly her phone rang and she remembered that she had an urgent call waiting for her. With the towel around her body, she rushed to answer, all thoughts of the neighbour forgotten.

Emile woke up from a restless sleep. That woman haunted his dreams the whole night. He could almost smell her next to him. He shaved and showered and then went outside on the balcony with his morning coffee and his paper. It was still fairly early. He was almost finished with the paper when his eye caught a movement next door. He looked up and saw the girl leaving the house. She was wearing a very short dress and the sight made him shiver. Just for a second, the girl of last night lingered in his thoughts. Firmly, he banished the thoughts from his mind and got up to get ready for work.

At the office, it was already very busy. Emile went to his office and tended to his mail. He lost track of time, until his friend called him at lunch time, wanting to know how the movie was. Emile got the distinct impression that the man knew something happened, but brushed it off. How could he? They talked for a while and then Brian invited him to dinner. He wanted to make up for the time they lost the previous night. They agreed to meet on Friday night. Brian told Emile that he wanted to introduce him to someone. No matter how Emile objected, Brian was adamant that he would not take any excuse from Emile. With a heavy heart, Emile continued with his work and dreaded the coming dinner. Blind dates were not his scene, but since Brian was a close friend, he did not want to upset him. After all, it is only a dinner and they won’t be alone. The girl is Brian’s date and he just has to be polite and smile for a few hours.

Back home, Emile was constantly aware of his neighbour though he could not see her. He heard her talking to the dogs, talking on the phone, laughing and singing. He wished he had the courage to go over and introduce himself, but he decided not to. What would the woman think of him? She must be at least 10 years younger than him.

On Friday, Emile wanted to opt out on the dinner, but he was busy and forgot all about it until closing time, when Brian called to remind him of their appointment and told him where to meet him. Emile went home and got ready. There was not much time for thinking now. He was already running late and did not want to keep his friend waiting. Who knows, maybe Brian gets called out again and then they miss each other again.

Brian was waiting for Emile outside the restaurant. Emile thought that a little strange, but did not comment on it. He just hoped that Brian was not called out again, but luckily it was not the case. The girls were already inside. Girls! He thought there were only going to be one? Emile did not ask, he was here, so he just as well could get it over with. He secretly decided to leave as soon as appropriate, not to seem rude.

As they walked to their table, Emile’s heart jumped. At the table sat the neighbour and another girl. Brian introduced them and the girl smiled. Emile did not hear the other girl’s name. They sat down and soon the waiter took their orders. Emile was intensely aware of Bernice next to him. The way her leg brushed against his, her hands barely touched his as she reached for her glass made him shiver. He remembered those hands on other places. They ordered desert and again he remembered the first time he saw her eating ice cream in the café. His mouth went dry. He did not know how he survived dinner and afterwards when the girls suggested they took a stroll on the beach, he automatically agreed.

It was noisy inside the club. People were cramming together on the dance floor. Emile felt sadly out of place, but the girls took to the dance floor immediately. Emile watched them and just smiled. A couple was performing an intriguing dance routine on the dance floor. Bernice stood in front of Emile and pushed her body against him. He felt her hair on his face and smelled her perfume. His hands began to drift. Slowly he brushed it over her thighs. She made no sign that she was aware of it, but he thought he heard her catch her breath. He moved his hand under her dress and she did not object. The music has moved to a slow dance now and they were swaying to the rhythm of it. Everybody’s eyes were on the couple performing. Emile felt the soft lace and moved his finger under it. Her legs spread just a little and his finger moved closer to the moist spot between her legs. She opened more and he felt her hand moving over his. In the dim lights of the club, he could not see her eyes, but he felt her heart racing as his other hand moved to her breasts.

Emile glanced around but no one seemed to notice what they were doing. He felt himself harden as her hand pressed on his under her dress. Still swaying to the music, he moved his finger between the folds and gently caressed her clit. She moaned softly, unheard in the noise of the club. He rubbed it and she held his hand there, open more. She was rubbing her butt against his hard erection that was straining against the pants to be released. The beat of the music was getting faster and as he inserted his finger in her moist opening, he felt her draw back her head and suck his ear. He pushed another finger inside and felt her hand looking for another one. With three fingers inside her, he probed and rubbed and felt her getting wetter by the second. Next moment, she grabbed his penis behind her back and squeezed it firmly as she reached her orgasm and moaned hard. Emile was stunned. She must have been quite worked up to reach it so quickly, he thought. His legs felt weak as he looked at her. She was smiling at him and licked her finger. The music stopped and Brian said it was getting late and he had to go home.

They said their good byes outside the club and Emile went home, stunned by the night’s events. Two nights of this in one week! Emile did not know what came over him. He was usually so sure of himself, in control of his situation. Stunned het went home, wondering what is going to be the outcome of this situation.

Neighbours - A movie to remember (3)

2011-01-07T10:01:00.003+02:00

Emile feels irritated. For weeks, the sexy neighbour has haunted his thoughts and dreams. He did not see her again after that day in the sun. Everything was quiet next door too. She must have left for some unknown destination again.

Emile went to work and tried to forget through hard work. He worked long hours, took on extra projects to forget the woman. He could not understand why she had such an effect on him. Usually, he does not really care for that. He promised himself long ago that he would not fall into that trap, seeing what marriage did to his parents. He was always happy with his life as it is. No complications, enough female company when he needed or wanted it, but nobody to own him. He lived his life as he pleased.

Emile played tennis with his friends and joined them for a drink on weekends, but they sensed something was wrong. None of them dared to ask about it though, since they knew him too well. Brian, however, could not stand it any longer. Their friendship dated back from first grade. They grew up together, went to school and university together and were almost like brothers, both being the only child in their families. He knew Emile almost better than Emile knew himself. At last he could not keep quiet and he asked Emile about his strange behaviour. Emile just brushed it off as being very busy and Brian asked him to join him for a movie that night. At first Emile wanted to decline, but then he remembered the long nights at home and the constant look out for the neighbour and he decided to accept the offer.

They met at the cinema and just as they were about to enter, Brian got a call out to an emergency at the hospital where he was a doctor. Emile decided to see the movie anyway and went inside. He was a little late. The movie already started and he sat down in the first available seat he could find. It was dark inside and there were almost no one. It was a week day and probably the reason for that, he thought.

His eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and he noticed a girl next to him. He did not even see her when he sat down! She was not looking at him. He wanted to get up, but then thought It better not to. He did not want to be that obvious. It was a rather sexy film he realized. He did not see the age restriction when his friend bought the tickets and he saw that the movie had quite an influence on the girl. She was stroking her thighs lightly. Not too obvious, but enough for him to notice. He tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the slow movements. Slowly her dress moved upwards too, showing her knees and then part of her thighs. He glanced quickly in her direction and saw her other hand, lightly touch her breasts. She wore a low cut top which almost clung to her body. Her skirt was wide and soft he noticed as she used both hands now to caress her thighs.

Emile tried to concentrate on the film again. Some murder was being committed in front of him and the suspect was a very sexy girl. The movements next to him kept distracting him. He saw her hands disappear under her skirt and his imagination just ran wild. He knew what they were doing, without having to see it. Somehow the movements seemed so familiar to him. He knew exactly what they were doing. His pants seemed to have trouble too. He felt a very uncomfortable tugging between his legs. Emile shifted to make room for his growing desire and tried to turn his back on the woman, but could not succeed. Still the discomfort grew bigger. He wanted to stroke too. On the screen, the suspect opened her legs and crossed them again. He noticed the girl next to him opening hers a little wider too, one hand now on her breasts again. The other hand doing goodness knows what under that short skirt.

Emile forced his gaze away from her and tried to concentrate on the film again. Then he felt a hand softly caressing his thigh. He did not dare to look in that direction. His heart missed a beat. Shivers ran through him as the hand moved up towards to his hard erection. What the hell is he going to do when it reached there? Nothing he realized as the hand moved down again. He loved it. He wanted it to move up. He drew in his breath and waited for her next move.

Slowly he closed his eyes, willed himself to stay calm. That treacherous bulge in his pants was giving him away. The hand moved closer to it and he could feel himself harden even further. Then, with one finger, she started to caress the bulge in slow circular movements that drove him crazy. Softly and slowly she caressed him. He shifted a little and opened his legs, his erection straining against his pants. She moved down between his legs and he felt her searching for the tip. She found it! He felt her circling the tip, then gently squeezing it between her fingers before releasing again. He held his breath. All he could think about was not to make a sound. She cupped him in her hand and held him for a while. He clenched his teeth to keep quiet, and held his breath. He felt his penis throbbing and his pants get wet. To be rubbed and squeezed through the pants was very sensual to him. He did not think it would feel so wonderful. The hand squeezed one last time, then it let go. He opened his eyes to see and saw the movie came to an end. He looked at the girl next to him. She was gone!

Emile got up and went to the dressing rooms. His erection was still painfully crushed against his pants and it needed relief fast! He made it to the loo without being seen and the minute the door closed behind him, he hastily unzipped his zipper and gripped his penis. He barely touched himself, when he exploded. The release was unbelievable. Weeks of frustration and wanting exploded. He sat down to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he tried to clean himself as best he could and went out. He washed his hands and face, tried to regain control again and left for home.

In bed, Emile replayed the evening in his thoughts; over and over again. He would never believe such a story when one of his friends told it. They would laugh at him! Still the woman’s actions seemed so familiar to him. He just could not remember why he felt like that. At last, he drifted off to sleep.

Neighbours - fun in the sun (2)

2010-12-11T17:13:00.001+02:00

Emile decided to work from his home for a few days. Everything is quiet at the office and he can concentrate better at home where there are no disturbances. His thoughts keep wandering to the girl next door, but everything is quiet. Every evening he takes his place on the balcony, but no one emerge from the house. He has no idea who she is either.

Wednesday morning, he decided that he must stop his infatuation with the girl. It is obvious that she is not home and very silly for a man at his age to be haunted by a woman too. After his wife died, he had the occasional dinner date and one or two has warmed his bed, but it was not something he cared to do much. He did not like sleeping around with just anyone and he tried to keep busy to suppress the desires inside him. It was a hot day again, but not too hot. He called someone to fix the pool. Since he moved in, he was too busy to care for that, but now, he needs a place to cool down on a day like this.

Wednesday afternoon, everything was quiet and he decided to read on the balcony. The shade of the big tree made him a very comfortable hide away and with a cold drink and just his shorts, he sat down to read. He did not read long, when a movement next door caught his eye. There, in the pool was the mystery neighbour again. She swam again and he could see that she was naked again too. He let the book drop to his lap and watched her swim. After a few rounds, she started to get out of the water. He could see the shape of her breasts clearly, from the rounded base to the erect nipples from the cold water. Her body was a healthy golden brown and he watched the water drip to the ground. She walked to her towel on the grass and took the suntan lotion. First she poured some on her hands and slowly rubbed it on her arms and shoulders. Then she began rubbing some more on her breasts and tummy. With very slow movements, she caressed her breasts, playing with the nipples. From his seat he saw them tight and erected. Then she poured on more lotion on her hands and slowly moved them over her tummy and thighs. Every leg got its turn, lifting them high to reach them and giving him a sensational view between her legs; just enough to want to see more.

She did not even notice him, he realized. She put the lotion down and lay back. He saw her still touching her breasts, slowly rubbing each one, pulling at the nipples. In his lap, his penis was protesting against the trousers too. Shivers ran down his back, as he imagined his hands on her breasts while she was stroking and pulling and playing.
Then her hands began to move down over her tummy. She was caressing it and rubbing and moving her hands over her thighs now. Her eyes were closed and he wondered if she was dreaming or fantasizing or just missing her boyfriend. She slowly opened her legs and began rubbing down between them. By now, his own erection was starting to throb with want and his hand slipped down his pants too. He watched her playing with herself, sliding one finger between the lips, gently massaging her clit while she opened her legs even wider; her other hand, still playing with her breasts and pulling at the nipples.

Emile could not help but stroking a bit harder at his own erection now; the scene below far too sensuous to stay impartial anymore. With one hand on his penis, he watched her open the lips and slowly enter herself with her finger. She drew her legs up and stroked and played with herself. Emile stroked and wished it was his finger in there. The woman on the towel was oblivious to anything around her now. She was absorbed in pleasing herself. Emil thought he heard soft moans coming from her mouth. She had both hands between her legs now, one playing with her clit and the other fingering herself with two fingers. She was moving and groaning softly, legs spread wide.

Emile was stunned by that. He felt the precum drip on his hand as he stroked himself, feeling his penis harden in his hand. He could see her so clearly, pleasing him and her. She was beginning to moan even louder and as he wanked harder he could see that she was close to orgasm now. As she pulled her legs up and inserted one more finger, he felt himself explode in his hand. The woman in the sun, moaned loudly as she shivered with pleasure. Emile looked down at his hand in amazement; he was squiring semen all over himself while he watched the woman made love to the sun and they both had an orgasm together.

The woman lie like that for a while, then apparently fell asleep. Emile got up and took a long shower. The scene he just watched will haunt him for days.

Neighbours - the new house (1)

2010-12-11T13:47:00.003+02:00

Emile drinks his beer slowly. It is a hot Saturday morning. He had to do some shopping and the shops are very busy. He decided to have lunch in town. As he waits for his order, he looks around the room. His eyes stopped at a woman at the table in front of him. She is alone, having an ice cream. His gaze froze on her. The way she ate her ice cream send shivers down his back. She was in a world of her own, totally absorbed in the ice cream, eating it bit by bit with her spoon, licking the spoon after every bite, rolling it round in her mouth. Slowly she scooped up the next spoonful and let it drip on her tongue before she licked it off. Emile could not take his eyes off her. His gaze followed every spoonful of ice cream, from the cup to the tip of her pink tongue. He almost felt the sensation of the cold ice cream on her hot tongue. Then she looked up and saw him staring. She smiled at him as he felt the colour rise to his cheeks. Goodness, he has been caught staring at her! What must she think of him?

He smiled back and looked down. He tried to look away, but his gaze went back to her. Slowly, she finished the ice cream, got up and with a quick smile at him, she turned around and left the room with swaying hips. He followed her till she disappeared outside. Somehow she seemed familiar to him, but he could not remember where he had seen her before. He finished his lunch, paid and went home. The lady with the ice cream haunted his thoughts. Even in his car, he still remembered her. The simple act of eating ice cream was so seductive even erotic, that he cannot get the image out of his head. Where had he seen her before?

As he neared his home, he saw a car in front of the neighbour’s gate. As he passed, he saw a woman inside, waiting for the gate to open. It was the same woman in the restaurant! He recognised her immediately. She did not see him. So that woman is his neighbour. In the three weeks he lived in his new home, he has not seen the neighbours once. There is a wall around their house and it is very quiet. The agent told him that it was a woman, but that she was not home much. He parked his car and got out. After he put away his shopping, he went to his study. There were still a few things that needed to be done.

His thoughts kept going back to his neighbour. He could not concentrate on his work. He has heard her soft voice before. She always spoke to her pets, but since he could not see her, he never paid much attention to it. Now the face he saw and the voice he heard made him curious. He got up and went outside, but everything was quiet and the wall too high for him to see. He decided to go back inside. It is silly for a man of 52, to behave like a teenager any way.

A friend called him, just as he entered the house. He invited him over for tennis and drinks and Emile decided that it would be good to get away from the house, clear his head and forget about the neighbour. They played a hard game and he enjoyed it very much.

It was after dark when he got home again, tired and hot. He went straight to his room. He had dinner with his friends, it was hot and he was tired. He took a shower and with the towel, draped round him, he took out a cold beer and went to sit on the balcony of his bedroom.

Everything was quiet. He was just enjoying his beer, when he heard splashing noises. He looked up en then realised that he could see inside the neighbour’s yard. He never noticed it before. She was swimming in her pool. He watched her swim up and down a few times and then she started to get out of the pool. The next minute, Emile sat up straight. He could not believe his eyes! She was completely naked! The moonlight was just enough for him to see the shapes of her breasts and the curves of her body. She dried herself and he thought her hands lingered just a little longer on her breasts as she did that. Then she walked into the house. His eyes followed her while she walked; swaying her hips and caressing her breasts as she walked, then she disappeared inside. He was disappointed. As he slowly let out his breath, he realised that he was so absorbed in the scene below; he never noticed the erection he got from watching the girl. Amazed at this, he touched his erect penis and stroked it. He can’t remember when last he did that. It felt so good. At least the feelings are still there, he smiled to himself as he finished his beer and went to bed too.

The dreams he had that night, was anything but calm and soothing.

My pride and joy

2010-10-19T21:08:00.002+02:00

Close to my heart.

Casper Crow and the story of Peter Paul

2010-10-17T21:46:00.001+02:00

Casper Crow sits down next to his good friend, Freddy Frog. The two of them have been friends for a very long time. Every morning, Casper tells Freddy everything that happened to him the previous day. They discuss everything, even their heartaches. Today, Casper is real sad.

“Good morning, Casper.” Says Freddy Frog. “Why do you look so sad? Yesterday you were so happy about the new crow baby and now you just sit there and does not say a word.”
“Freddy, my heart is aching for the lady in the house at the end of the street. I don’t feel like laughing today.” says Casper. “Though the story has a happy ending, it still makes me sad.”
“What happened Casper?” askes Freddy
“Let me tell you the story” answered Casper.

A few years ago, the lady of that house was very sad. She had difficulties at work and she got stressed. She became ill and was crying all the time. The doctor said she must stay home for 3 weeks and get better before she could return to work. During that time, her neighbour caught a beautiful bird in the street in front of her house. The neighbour was too old to look after the bird and gave it to Mrs. Smith. The bird was a beautiful green bird and had a tag around its leg. The old lady said it was a lovebird.

The bird was a little wild, but Mrs. Smith sat next to the cage and talked to the bird and tried to feed it from her hand. At first, the bird bit her hand and she had to put bandaid on her fingers. She eventually won the bird’s trust. They became inseperable. If Mrs. Smith was in the kitchen, the bird would sing and make a noise until she scratched his head. He loved chocolates and sweets just like she did. Sometimes, when she played with a plastic bag or a piece of paper, he would become very excited.

Mrs. Smith, had to go away for a weekend and she left the bird with her sister in law. The day after she returned home, she went to fetch the bird which she called Peter Paul. Peter Paul went wild when he heard Mrs Smith’s voice. He was flapping his wings and hopping up and down when she got to him.

Day after day, Mrs. Smith and Peter Paul were talking to each other and playing, but Peter Paul was sad. Sometimes, when his cage was outside on the porch, he would stare at the birds that flew freely outside, and he would sing so sadly. Mrs. Smith realized that he was lonely and that he needed to be free, but she loved him so much. Her children loved him too. They could not live without him. So Peter Paul stayed in his cage and she scratched his head and fed him from her plate when the family had their meals.

Mrs. Smith had a reason to live – Peter Paul. She started laughing and singing again and she was happy and healthy. Peter Paul was happy for her and he loved her very much, but his heart was ouside the cage where he could be free.

One day, when his cage was outside on the porch again, a miracle happened. The bottom of the cage was not fastened securely after they cleaned it and it fell out. Peter Paul immediately flew out. He was free at last! He flew to the nearest tree and sat there, staring at the house. He loved those people dearly, but his heart was free. He saw Mrs. Smith in the kitchen and he heard her singing. Slowly a tear fell down his little bird cheek as he heard this. He almost went back to the cage, but he just could not. With one last look at the house and his loved ones inside it, he turned and flew off.

Mrs. Smith was heartbroken. She cried and the children cried too. They loved Peter Paul very very much. Mrs. Smith sat down on the porch and looked at the birds. She new this day would come. She could hear it in Peter Paul’s sad songs, but she did not want it to happen. She knew that a bird should be free, but she hoped that she and the children would be enough for him and that he would forget that he wanted to be free.

Weeks passed and they got used to live without Peter Paul. They put his cage away but they never forgot him. They wrote poems and songs about him. One day, while Mrs. Smith was sitting on the porch and longing to see Peter Paul again, he suddenly flew to her and sat down on the table in front of her. He did not allow her to touch him, but he did sing for her. She could hear that he was telling her in his bird language that he loved her very much, but that he had to be free. She understood that. Peter Paul flew off again.

This became a pattern. Weeks would go by without a trace of Peter Paul and then one day, out of the blue, he would appear again. He would sing to her and allow her to scratch his head. Then he would leave again. Peter Paul did not sing sad songs anymore. He was happy and he came to tell her that and to tell her that he still loved her and the children too.

“That my dear Freddy, is why I am so sad today” said Casper Crow. I know exactly how Peter Paul feels. I would not like to be in a cage, but I feel sorry for Mrs. Smith too.”
“Yes, Casper” says Freddy Frog. “I understand what you mean. I am just glad that Mrs. Smith understands that and I am so happy that Peter Paul still comes to sing to her.”

“Well Freddy, my friend. I have to go home now. The new baby is a handful. I have to help my wife. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
“Bye Casper!” calls Freddy as his friend flew off to help his wife with the new baby. Life is difficult, but with love, anything is possible.

Another try.

2010-10-06T22:09:00.011+02:00

Boys

2010-10-01T18:46:00.007+02:00

I am trying to draw my friend's grandchildren. Don't think i have the hang of it yet, but trying!

2010-09-15T12:54:00.002+02:00

Chapter 6

2010-09-04T19:22:00.002+02:00

Chapter 6 – The end

Back home, Adelle works very hard and she really does not feel well. At work, everybody thinks she is overworked and Louis also noticed a difference in her. He asked her about it and she always replied that she was just exhausted. Armand asked her about it too, but she neatly avoided his questions with jokes. The days turned into weeks and she just tried to keep going until evening when she could go home.

One morning, the boss summoned her to his office again. She went to his office with apprehension, but like the previous time, he was in a good mood. He offered her a chair and then calmly told her that the company decided to give her a promotion. It also means that she must move to Cape Town. It immediately crosses her mind that she would be further away from Armand and Louis. Would her marriage survive the long distance relationship? Would she still be able to see Armand? The financial benefits are good, but it also meant more responsibilities.

After the boss explained everything to her and handed her the contract, she went back to her office. She sat down behind her desk and wondered how on earth she was going to tell Louis about this. Armand’s reaction worried her even more. After thinking about it for a long time, she decided to keep quiet and think about it first. With this decision, she got back to work and forgot about all other things.

Adelle pondered on this for days, her health is not helping either. She does not feel ill, but she does not feel well either. She decided to see a doctor anyway. Maybe she only needs a tonic or something and maybe she’d feel better about the promotion, once her health is better too. She called the doctor’s rooms for an appointment and then felt calmer about everything.

That night, Louis called to let her know he’ll be home in two weeks time. He has big news for her but he wanted to tell her in person. No matter how she begged him, he refused to tell her. She, on the other hand, did not tell him about the doctor’s appointment either. He has been away from home for three months now and when they talked, she kept the conversation light and never told him anything that might worry him.

The doctor’s appointment she’ll never forget. It was very hot and the cool waiting room was so refreshing. Her doctor is on holiday. He has been treating them since their marriage ten years ago. She did not know the new doctor and she was a little tense about seeing the man. He did a routine examination and then he smiled. She remembers that she was alarmed by this. How could he smile while she was so tired and nervous? “Congratulations!” he said. “You are already 8 weeks pregnant”
“No! This can’t be!” she exclaimed. For 10 years, she yearned for a child and for 10 years nothing happened. She stopped hoping long ago and now this? Adelle told the doctor in no uncertain terms that he had lost his mind. It simply cannot be true. He just smiled at her and told her that he is experienced in diagnosing pregnancies. This is however, the first time the woman does not believe him.

Adelle could not remember how she got home. She sat on the porch, infatuated. She could not believe that she was actually pregnant and then it hit her – Armand! It must be his child! How on earth is she going to handle this situation? She is even more clueless on how she must react. It was only many hours later, when she found herself in her bed and then she could not sleep either. She thought about everything and tossed and turned. On the one hand, she was relieved that nothing serious was the matter, but on the other hand she was anxious about it too. Next weekend, Louis will be home. She has to tell him. What would she tell him?

She must have fallen asleep from pure exhaustion, because the next morning, she opened her eyes when the sun greeted her. Startled she sat up, thinking she overslept, but realized it was Saturday. Reluctantly, she got up and went to the bathroom. She opened the shower and got in. While the warm water flowed over her, she stroked her breasts. They were a bit sensitive today. Slowly her soapy hands stroked lower over her tummy. While she gently caressed her tummy, she realized she was carrying a baby. At last! A baby! While her hands explore her body, the tears started running down her cheeks until she could not tell whether it was tears or water. She stood there for a long time, before she got out of the shower.

She had a light breakfast and then started dusting and cleaning the house. It kept her busy and she did not have time to ponder over her problems. On Sunday, she had time to think about everything. She decided not to take the promotion. She waited too long for this baby. She did not want to lose any of the baby’s first years. She’ll have to decline the offer. Her only problem would be telling the men in her life about the baby.

Armand is away on business and she has no contact with him. Nervously, she starts her week, not knowing what to expect. The boss is disappointed when she told him about her decision, but he understands her reasons for doing it. He does not accept it though. He told her that he wants to review the position and see if he can’t change it a bit to accommodate her. He asked her if she told her husband yet and she replied that she would do it on the weekend.

The week passed by slowly. Louis decided not to come home, but that Adelle should join him for a romantic weekend away. He booked her seat on the plane and also arranged that she could have Friday off. He met her at the airport himself and took her to a resort nearby.

On their way to the resort, she sat close to Louis. Their arms brushed against each other and she felt the familiar butterflies in her tummy. He still had that power over her. She glanced sideways at him and longed to kiss him. She bent over and lightly brushed his cheek with her lips. He smiled at her and told her he loved her.

She put her hand on his thigh and caressed it. Then she lightly brushed against the bulge that was beginning to form. The road was very busy and Louis had to fix his attention on driving the car. He just shifted a little to give her more access. Lightly she touched him and ran her finger along the length of him. He drew in his breath and Adelle just smiled. Her finger found the tip and she gently circled it. Louis was getting harder by the minute. He shifted again and she could see him grow under her touch. He was having a hard time concentrating on the driving. Luckily, they were on the private road to the resort by now. Adelle kept circling the tip and run her fingers lightly along the length of it. Louis had one hand in her hair by now and was stroking it.

She glanced at him and he smiled. There were no other cars on the road and the guards at the gates told them that they were closing it since no more guests were expected for the weekend. Louis pulled off the road and parked the car under the trees. Adelle unzipped his pants and gently stroked him again. He was almost gasping from desire by now. She then started sucking him and he had his hand on her head.

Louis wanted to caress her too, but she declined and told him it was his turn to be spoiled a bit. She sucked and squeezed him till he stiffened. He drew in a deep breath and softly asked her to stop. “Babe, let’s get to the office before it closes. You can continue this delicious torture later.” he said. Adelle smiled. She knew she had him hooked by now.

They drove in silence to the office. Louis got out and almost ran to the door. He was back in no time, swinging the keys in the air to show them to her. She laughed loudly and ever so slightly brushed her hand over her breast to tease him. Louis almost jumped through the window in his haste to get back to her.

The bungalow was nested between trees. It stood alone and there was a table and chairs on the lawn. Bright flowers grew in a pot on the porch and a huge basket with champagne, fruits and nuts were welcoming them when they entered. The bedroom was small, but comfortable and the adjacent bathroom neat and clean. Adelle thought it was perfect for what they needed. A beautiful, romantic place where they could find peace and quiet and just enjoy each other.

While she was wandering round the bungalow, Louis brought their bags and put it in the bedroom. She looked at him and felt a twinge in her tummy. She really loved this man. He smiled at her and took her in his arms. That night, they made love and enjoyed each other. The months apart, did not hamper their relationship at all. Adelle kept quiet about the baby. She did not want to ruin a perfect evening.

On Saturday morning, Louis is very secretive. He wakes her up with breakfast in bed and then he runs her a bath with lots of aromatic salts in. She got pampered and spoiled, but the good news remained untold. Louis just smiled when she asked him about it and when he was satisfied that she was spoiled enough for the moment, he calmly told her that she must get ready for a trip to paradise. Surprised, she went outside with him.

Outside the cabin, stood a jeep and on the back seat were a basked and a blanket. Louis helped her get in the jeep and then got in and drove off. Adelle enjoyed the trip and could not get enough of the beautiful scenery. The trees, the plants and the mountains were breathtakingly beautiful. She was still enchanted with the scenes, when they stopped and what she saw was even better than the scenes along the way. In front of her, enfolded a scène from a fairytale - green ferns and a sky-blue pool and somewhere she heard water like that of a waterfall. Amazed, she got out of the jeep and Louis took her hand. He put the blanket under the trees and put down the basket with their picnic. He sat down and pulled her in his arms.

She looked at Louis, but it was Armand she saw and it was Armand she was kissing. She forgot about Louis and the present; she just gave in to the longing in her heart. When he lifted his head, she smiled at her husband. He poured them each a glass of juice and after they finished it, he got up and took off his clothes. He took her hand and pulled her up, then began to take off her clothes too. Then they walked to the water.

The cold water took her breath away, but she got used to it soon enough. Louis got in the water and then he took her in his arms. His hands followed the contours of her body and she felt her body’s instant reaction to his touch. He pulled her close and the puts her legs around his body. He kissed her and then slowly, he made love to her in the water. She felt urgency in his actions and almost like he was telling her something through his actions. Later, when they calmed down, she tried to tell him her news. “Louis” she began, but he silenced her. “Later. Come, there is something I want to tell you.”

Hand in hand they walked back to the trees. She knew with certainty that she had to tell him now. “Louis, I have to tell you something.” she began. “It can wait” he replied. He wrapped her in a huge towel and then pulled her down on the blanked with him. Then he told her that he got a promotion. The company he worked for is sending him to Cape Town. The salary is very good and he can buy a bigger house. He wants her to come with him. He does not want to have this long distance marriage. He wants her with him, always.

Shocked, she just looked at him. She told him about her promotion too and that she too, had to move to Cape Town if she took it. Since they both work for the same company, it would save them a lot. Then she had to tell him that she declined the offer. Instantly she saw that he was unhappy with her decision. Now she has to tell him the reason.

Armand’s face crossed her mind once and then she summoned up all her courage to tell her husband. “Louis, all these months, when you pretended to be Armand and I pretended to be Adelle, and we pretended to have an affair, something wonderful happened. I went to the doctor a few weeks ago. Honey, he said it is probably because I relaxed and forgot about it, that it happened. Louis, we are going to have a baby.” Louis sat there looking at her with a perplexed expression on his face. Adelle got nervous about it, but Louis could not say a word. Then he mastered a hoarse voice. ”How did it happen?” he asked. “We forgot the hurt and disappointment. We forgot about the familiarity of our marriage and the prejudice of the people out there. Louis, I am almost three months pregnant. That is why I had to decline the offer. I don’t want to lose one day of our child’s development.”

Louis’ face lit up and he smiled. Then she saw a tear running down his cheek. He remembered his wife’s sobs at night after each month’s disappointment. He remembered his own helplessness and sorrow and the feeling of being a total failure. He totally forgot about his longing for a son of his own and being able to play ball with him. His wife just told him that they are going to have a baby.

There, on the grass, he takes his wife in his arms again and this time, it is different. Armand and Adelle have disappeared. There is no more need for pretense. Louis and Lani’s lives are perfect. They have a beautiful future waiting for them. The brilliant plan they made to liven up their marriage, had the most wonderful outcome – they are going to have the baby they longed for, for ten long years.

Somewhere, behind the trees, an angel was smiling. Another marriage was saved, but the surprise that awaited this couple would leave them speechless. Triplets are not easy to raise. The two people on that blanket are going to have a lot to handle.

©Gawelina 2010

Baby / Baba

2010-08-05T22:32:00.002+02:00

Soms sien mens iets wat jou so aangryp dat jy dit wil vaslê en bewaar. Ek het 'n foto van die mooiste babaseuntjie gesien en dit het my so aangegryp, dat ek dit net eenvoudig moes teken. Een van die lekkerste projekte wat ek nog aangepak het.

Sometimes you see something that takes your breath away and you desperately want to keep the memory. I saw a photo of the most beautiful baby boy and his face haunted me for days. It was begging me to try and draw it. At last I gave in to temptation and decided to give it a try. It was one of the most rewarding drawings I ever tried.

Exciting Stranger - Chapter 4 & 5

2010-07-07T12:23:00.006+02:00

Chapter 4 – Coincidence?

Everything is back to normal and Adelle is very busy. Early on Thursday morning her boss summons her to his office. This rarely happens and Adelle wonders why he does that. It is only pressing issues that are discussed in his office. They usually discuss minor details at their daily meeting. Curious about the real reason, she walks to his office.

In his office, however, the boss greets her cheerfully and it does not seem to her that something is amiss. One of their company’s area managers are visiting their office and he wants her to organize a tour through their building for him, perhaps also show him the new plans they have for the project. “Oh dear!” she thought when she left the office. “How am I supposed to finish all of these on such short notice?” The boss refused to listen to her objections. He has full confidence in her.

Back in her office, Adelle sits down dumbfounded. What on earth is she going to do with a strange man? What interests him? It was made quite clear to her that dinner was included in her duties. “If only Louis were here” she thinks “then I could take him home, but Louis cannot come home this weekend.” He will be home in three weeks time. She picks up the phone and calls her secretary. She books a room in a hotel and a table in the restaurant for the evening. She also instructed that the staff must be notified of the visit and that they are going to visit all the departments.

Soon, she forgets about the visitor and continues her work. She is so absorbed in this task that she did not notice the time. At last, she looks at her watch and sees that it already is 7 o’clock. She is tired and decides to pay the company’s gym a visit. They work very hard for the company, but the boss looks after them very well. The gym was built especially for the employees of the company and the employees make use of it quite often.

It was a long day and she feels a headache coming. She is also not in the mood for cooking tonight. A salad and lasagna sounds in order, the rest can be frozen for later, she decides. Adelle decides to pay the sauna a visit before the goes home. She is glad to find nobody there when she enters it. She only wants silence and her own thoughts for the moment.

Adelle sits down with her back against the wall and closes her eyes. Five minutes later, she starts to relax. The heat makes her drowsy. Her thoughts drift to the sea where she and Armand spend such wonderful times. She smiles while she relive every moment.

She must have drowsed off, because her thoughts suddenly stopped. She sensed somebody with her. She ignored the other person, but when he caressed her cheeks and she feels the warm breath in her neck, she had to open her eyes. Adelle sees Armand next to her with a loving look in her eyes. He smiles at her. Amazed, she looks at him and then she smiles too.

Armand softly kisses her again, her eyes, her cheeks, down her throat and then back on her lips again. All the longing of the past few weeks takes over and she clings to him. The towel around her body falls to the ground and his hands explore her body.

Her hands caress his back; feel the muscles moving under them. They don’t feel the heat of the sauna anymore. Her body responds to his touch, her skin is alive. Armand gets up and pulls her with him. Small drops of perspiration forms on his skin. Slowly, he gets down on his knees and licks her stomach, down, down, while his hands lead the way. She opens her legs and moans at the sensations. His tongue moves down and teases the lips and clit and then he lifts his head and smiles at her. Adelle’s legs want to give way beneath her, she almost loses her balance and Armand takes her in his arms. He lies down and pulls her with him. She sits on him and in one smooth movement, he enters her. She gasps for breath and gets lost in the rhythm

He turns her around and again she sinks down on him. He kisses her neck and his hands caress her breasts. Passion sweep over them and their rhythm picks up. Adelle forgets all about time and place, when, with a cry, she reaches her climax. At last, they lay in each other’s arms; exhausted and happy and Armand holds her closely.

They both take a quick shower and then she takes him home with her. They did not go out to dinner that night. Instead, they bought take away food from the Wimpy and fed each other in bed. They made love again and fell asleep in each other’s arms, forgetting the time they were apart. Now, is the only thing that matters.

Adelle wakes up very early on Friday morning. She watches Armand as he sleeps peacefully next to her. Her thoughts go back to the night before. She never dreamt that a sauna could be such an erotic place to be in. She smiles and feels the urge to draw her fingers through his hair, but she does not want to wake him up. Quiet as a mouse, she lays beside him, waiting for him to wake up.

The minute his eyes opened, he looked at her. They never got to the reason why he left so suddenly in Durban and why he did not contact her. Adelle decides that it does not matter anymore. After a steaming morning kiss, they shower and go to the office.

Armand is introduced to everybody and they visit every department of the company. He asks a lot of questions and the ladies look at him with open admiration. They know Adelle is married, though they never met her husband. They look at her with enquiring eyes, but she just ignores it. She is the professional lady they all know and she is not even aware of the man. “If they could only know about their secret” Adelle smiled inwardly to herself. Some of the younger girls giggles and flirts openly with Armand, but he does not even notice it.

They have dinner at the restaurant where her secretary booked a table for them and then go to his hotel room. Armand has many questions about the new project. They discuss this in detail and Armand takes down notes as they progress. They argue about the advantages and disadvantages of some things and at last, they reach consensus over it.

On the floor, with paper and reports around them, Armand takes her in his arms again and shows her exactly why she must not argue with him. Both of them are aware about his departure in the morning and this time they make sure that the evening is a memorable occasion.

Later, in bed, the passion relives and they discuss what they should do about the future. Neither of them wants to leave their spouses, but they agree that there is an attraction between them that cannot be explained. They decide that time would tell them what to do.

Armand went home on Saturday and Adelle roamed the streets. She missed him; she missed his calm effect on her. Later she buys herself a cup of coffee at the Wimpy and drinks it slowly. She must go home to an empty house and sorrowing silence.

Sunday lies long and bleak in the future. She does not want to be alone, but fortunately she has washing and other chores to do. Armand’s proposals on the new project also need some attention. It keeps her busy until Louis calls her that night. He is back from his trip and just wanted to hear how she is. He detects the sad note in her voice but does not mention it. They talk for a few minutes and then he hangs up. Adelle takes a long, hot bath and gets into bed.

The new week will have enough to keep her busy. She wonders if the boss will be pleased with the outcome of Armand’s visit. She must remember to ask him exactly what Armand’s’ role in the company is and why he seems to be such a very important employee. With this last thought, she falls asleep and dreams about Armand again.

Chapter 5 - A few days off

The next few months are rather busy at work. The new project was started and everybody worked hard to get things going. Adelle works hard and has almost no time to relax. Louis also very rarely comes home on weekends because he too, is very busy. Her colleagues see that she is tired but nobody asks questions about it. Her friend visits her a few times but Adelle just waves away her concerns. There is very little time for socializing.

Armand frequently calls her, but they don’t see each other. Each busy with the project, since it is being launched at Armand’s offices too. They have to solve the problems and queries about the project during their phone calls.

At the end of the second month, the project nears completion and the boss is very satisfied with the progress. He insists that Adelle takes a few days off and just relaxes. Her annual leave is still four months away. Louis wants them to go to the beach this year. She decides to take the weekend off and that night she and Armand discuss her plans. His wife is on an overseas trip with her parents for six months and the timing is perfect. He suggests that she spends the weekend with him.

Adelle is hesitant about this, but in the end she decides to do it. The longing for him is just too strong. He offers to make reservations at a nearby hotel for her and they plan the rest of the weekend. Adelle calls the airport to book her seat for Friday afternoon. That night she lay in her bed, wondering if it is such a good idea. She cannot believe that she actually is doing this, but the prospects of the weekend ahead and Armand’s company makes her smile.

On the plane on Friday, it struck her that she is not scared of flying anymore. It is strange because that is the one thing that always kept her from visiting Louis on weekends. Her thoughts drift to the weekend ahead and Armand who would not be able to meet her at the airport. He has an urgent meeting but has a car waiting to take her to her hotel.

Everything goes according to plan and at the hotel, Adelle takes a warm bath. She pours bath salts in the bath and relaxes in it. All the tension of the past few months flow from her as her hands slowly spreads the soapy water over her shoulders and arms. The calming heat of the water relaxes her completely.

Deep in thought, she washes herself, cups her breasts in her hands and feeling Armand’s hand there, she rolled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The tantalizing sensations awaken a longing in her. Slowly she massages the nipples and her left hand strokes downwards on her tummy, draws a small road through the foam, round her naval, still going down, down. She lies with closed eyes as her hands explore her body. Softly her fingers fondle between her legs and open the lips a little. She strokes up and down in slow motion while her breathing quickens. It is Armand’s hand down there, like the time in Durban. Then, with light circular movements, she caresses her clit and slit one finger inside her. She feels the warm wetness folding round her finger like a soft, wet sponge, deeper and deeper she inserts the finger and massage the inside walls. The more she gets aroused, the more fingers she inserts while the right hand still fondles her breasts. Very soft moans slip from her mouth as she gently rubs inside herself. Yet another finger finds its way inside and then a fourth. The rubbing and probing intensify and with quick movements she rubs the g-spot. Her moans are streaming over her lips by now and her breathing very quick. The small contractions inside her grow to mighty waves of pleasure as she reaches her height of pleasure with a mighty explosion.

She lies very still for a few minutes, allowing herself to calm down, return to the present. Then she slowly washes herself, gets out of the bath, dries and dress herself with care. She takes a book and sits down on the couch, something for which she does not normally get much time.

She did not read long before there was a knock at the door and Armand enters the room. He still has the power to make her legs feel wobbly. She stares at him, unable to speak. Armand reaches out and caresses her cheeks. He takes her in his arms and kisses her and then he just holds her against him as if he never wants to let go again. At last, he let go and suggests they get to the restaurant since he is very hungry. No man can think straight on an empty stomach.

In the restaurant, Adelle is very nervous. She cannot remember much of dinner. She has never done this before and she is not used to this and though the city and the people are not familiar to her, she still feels a little uncomfortable. If Armand notices anything, he does not mention it. Adelle starts to relax and by the end of the evening she is enjoying herself too.

After dinner, Armand takes her to a place where they can watch the lights. He parks the car and puts his arms around her. They sit in silence, watching the city lights below them, each just savoring the moment. Armand slowly caresses her hair while she has her hand on his thigh. They sit like this for a long time and then he takes her face in his hands and kisses her eyes, her cheeks and then her lips. “I am so glad you came” is all he says before he slowly drives back to the city.

The magic of his caress and the soft kisses still linger in her mind as they enter her hotel. There are no people in the elevator as they get into it. On the second floor, they get out and walk hand in hand, to her room. Adelle wonders if he is going to leave her now or is he coming in with her. She assumed he would join her tonight, but maybe he has other plans. She feels her heart sink at this thought

Armand is fighting his own battle. He wants this woman very much. Would she like him to stay or does she want him to go home? They never talked about it when they planned the weekend. He made plans to fulfill her wildest dreams. His whole life, he was very much in control of his feelings. Never has any woman break down his defenses as easily as this beautiful creature did. Many nights, he dreams about her, sees her breasts, feels the warm wetness between her legs. Many nights he has to fight the urge to call her name.

These thoughts haunt him now, while looking down on her beautiful face. Then all resistance crumbles as he draws her to him and she relaxes against him. He kisses her, caresses her back and then, in one smooth motion, pulls her dress over her head. They make their way to the bed, kissing and caressing each other. He puts her down on the bed and slowly caresses her body while undressing her. Adelle moans softly as his tongue begins to explore her body and when he reached between her legs, she presses his head against her, while the other hand takes a grip on the sheet. Just when he lifts his head to look at her, she gets out from under him. Surprised, he looks at her, his eyes questioningly on her face. She pushes him down on the bed and how it is his turn. She goes to his back and presses against him, while her hands caress his shoulders and chest. Slowly her hands move over him while she gently sucks his ear, then she pulls him backwards on his back and puts her breasts in his face. Immediately, he takes them in his mouth and caresses the nipples. Adelle kisses his chest, each of his nipples and then licks a long wet line down his body. She hears him moans as she takes him in her mouth, while rubbing herself in his face. They both enjoy this very much and soft moans escape from them. Suddenly, he gets up. Now, she is the astonished one.

He gets up and leaves the room. Adelle looks worriedly at the door. Did she do something wrong? Was she too forward in her approach? It sounded like he enjoyed it. She was still wondering about it, when he returned holding a bowl of yoghurt and a spoon. Wide eyed she looks at him. He pushes her back and starts spooning the yogurt over her body and licks it off. Then he spoons it inside her. The cold yoghurt inside her warm body excites her. He enters her and withdraws, feeding her the yoghurt with his dick. She licks it off and sucks him, again and again until the last drop. She has never done this before and loves every minute of it. Too soon there was no more yoghurt.

By now Adelle wanted him so much, she was begging for him to enter her. He teases her by entering a little and withdrawing again. Now, she could cry but begs him please. In one smooth motion, he enters her and starts moving. Their rhythm matches their desire and she feels how she wants to shout out her passion as the waves of pleasure spread over her. At last, they lay in each other’s arms, the building passion of the last few months and tonight, fulfilled. For the first time in months, she falls asleep with Armand’s heartbeat in her ears. For the first time in months she did not cry in her sleep. She is safe in the arms of the man of her dreams.

Saturday morning is bright and sunny. Not a cloud to be seen. After a very special breakfast, they take a tour through the city. As she does not know the city, Armand decided to show her the important places. They walk hand in hand through the streets, enjoying the sights and each other and the day passes too soon.

On Saturday night, Armand takes her to see a play. Adelle wants to hold on to time. She does not want this dream to end. She feels a little under the weather and Armand decides to take her back to her hotel after the play. They cling to each other, afraid of the time passing too quickly.
Later, when she falls asleep in his arms, Armand wonders where this affair is going to end. What are they going to do, because he does not want to live without her, and is not allowed being with her. He does not even want to think about the future.

They have to part early on Sunday morning again. Adelle tells Armand that it feels like farewell but he assures her that they will have many more wonderful times together. And they still can contact each other at the office. With a heavy heart she gets on the plane and as the plane takes her further and further from him, she too wonders what the future has in store for them.

©Gawelina 2010

Exciting Stranger - Chapter 1 - 3

2010-07-06T16:43:00.004+02:00

Chapter one - Adventurous week away

It is time for the company’s annual meeting and Adelle is their office’s representative. “I am sick of this. I don’t have the energy for those people. Every year the same tiring conversations, the same people, with the same problems. After every session, the men get drunk in a smoke covered room and the women gossip about each other. Some women behave like the men and I cannot stand it anymore,” she thought as she packed for her trip. She wanted to refuse to go, but keeping their financial welfare in mind, she decided to keep quiet and just go. At least it is a little diversion from routine and the company pays.

With a heavy heart, she continues to pack. She wonders why she packed the black dress. Why pack something when you are going to be alone in your room all the time? Oh well, it is packed and there is no time to unpack. John is already outside, waiting for her. He is honking the car’s horn. “Ill-bred bastard! He joined the company recently. Nephew of the boss. He does nothing in the office, yet he acts like he is the boss. He is very resentful because he cannot go.

They drive in silence to the airport. Adelle is very scared of planes, has been her whole life. Comparing to old sour-face in the car, the plane looks like a limousine to her. She gets out quickly and almost run into the building, leaving her bag to John. “Let him handle that.” She thought. “He is the gentleman.”

In Durban, she thankfully sits down on the bed. Glad to be here at last. She feels emotionally drained after the morning she had and the first meeting is in an hour. It is the meeting where you meet the new employees and get reacquainted with the others. She heard that there is a new employee this year, most probably someone’s aunt.

A few minutes later, she lies in the bath while her thoughts wonder to the evening’s activities. The new employee is probably a woman – someone’s aunt or a spinster or a sour-face old man who also did not want to be there either. They are always the same type. Annoyed, she gets out of the bath, downhearted by her thoughts. This year, the first evening is semi-formal. “Oh well, the black dress will have to do. Let’s see what happens tonight” she thought while she dressed.

Later, when she leaves her room, she looks good. The dress fits her wonderfully and the new longer hair, suits her. The low neckline shows just enough without looking too explicit. She enters the room and old acquaintances kiss her cheek. She loathes their smoky breaths and wandering hands on her ass, but ignores it.

Adelle takes a glass of red wine and looks at the people. She feels someone’s eyes on her and looks around. At the opposite side of the room, she sees the new guy. Little older than she is but she feels the shiver going down her back. His eyes are calling her. Quickly she looks away. Nonchalantly, she lets her eyes wonder over the other people, but they keep wandering back. The man is still looking at her. She can’t get her eyes off him! It is as if his eyes draw her to him.

Adelle sees him standing up and she instantly knows that something is going to happen. She does not see anybody else. Her eyes are fixed on the man who purposefully walks in her direction. Half way through the crowd, he is cornered by the company’s old ladies. All of them wanting a piece of him for herself, it seems to Adelle. “They are going to keep him there” she thought and truly they did. Peter suddenly spoke next to her. They are friends, both of them being with the company for a long time. He also does not like these meetings and they usually enjoy each other’s company. Her eyes wander to the stranger again and she sees that he looks a little uncomfortable in the company of the old ladies. His eyes are also searching through the crowd. “Nice man” she heard Peter say. “Do you know him” she asks, surprised at his remark. “Yes, he is our new area manager” Peter continues. “I see the two of you have been looking at each other the whole evening.” Her friend is observant. She is surprised. Peter gets up and Adelle decides that he must be tired of her company. She realizes that she really is not good company tonight.

The next moment, Peter is next to their table with the stranger at his side. Peter introduces him as Armand (his surname, she cannot remember.) His deep voice stirs long lost feelings inside her. (Adelle is a sucker for men’s voices.) His hand holds hers a little longer. Peter has disappeared again and neither of them notices it.

All through the speeches, the welcoming, the announcements and the making of their name tags, Adelle is only aware of the man next to her. Later, when everybody finished their speeches and the men goes to the bar, Armand asks her if she wanted to join him outside for coffee. Of course she wants to do it, but calmly she accepts his invitation.

It is cool outside. In fact, the weather is perfect – not too cold and not too hot. He orders the coffee and places his arm on the back of her chair. The heat of his arm touches her neck and she feels it inside of her too. They talk about many things. When the coffee arrives, Adelle folds her hands round the cup, thankful for something to hold, because her hands want to wander to other places.

Silence crept in their conversation – not uncomfortable silence. It is a safe, calm silence. They stare at the lights of the city. The sound of the waves calls them to the beach. Hand in hand, they walk to the beach, still silent. Adelle removes her shoes and walks barefoot to the water. She loves it when the water covers her feet. She always does this.

She runs into the water and laughs like a child when the water hit her thighs. Armand is watching her, surprised at her youthful behavior. At last, when she turns around and comes back to him, his arms immediately goes around her. Adelle forgets about everything and everyone. He kisses her and his strong arms are holding her to him. At last, he lifts his head and she sees the invitation in his eyes. She can only nod, yes.

The way back to the hotel feels shorter this time. They reach her room and he shuts the door softly behind her, while kissing her cheek. His hands lift her dress up and reaches for her buttocks. Her legs feel like jelly and as her hands crawls to his hair, she knows that she won’t go to bed alone tonight.

Armand picks her up and carries her to the bed. The dress falls off her like it was never on her in the first place. His hands play with the g-string and then the bra falls to the floor. Her nipples react instantly to his touch. The moment his mouth touches them, she feels like she is floating. His warm breath in her neck let the last of her resistance crumble. That, she could never resist. Between her legs, she feels a warm, wet feeling creeping up and she moans as his tongue made its way down, down, down. Then he thrust his tongue in and out of her and his hands drive her high in ecstasy.

He stops and Adelle watches him getting rid of his clothes. She sits up and sees his erected penis in front of her. She licks the tip and teases him with her tongue. His moans are driving her mad. With her hands on his balls, she sucks and licks him, taking him fully in her mouth. Her hands wander to his buttocks and she licks him like she usually licks her ice cream, first around the tip, then close to his body upwards with the shaft, all around it again. It is throbbing in her hand when she teases the small opening with her tongue.

Adelle feels him stiffening and knows instinctively to stop. She wants him inside her, this very instant. She lies back and draws him with her, in the same movement lifting her legs and opens them. She feels him entering her and then starting to move very slowly. She moans and the faster he moves, the more she wants of him. She clutches at the bedclothes and then she feels waves of pleasure sweeping over her. With a deep thrust, he spills his seed in her and she called his name as they both reached the top together. Again and again she felt the waves flowing over them.

Exhausted, Armand fell next to her on the bed and held her in his arms. They fell asleep, spent and happy.

The next morning, they are almost late for the meeting. The rest of the week, they are inseparable and each meeting a wonderful experience. Adelle pays no attention to the meetings, she only thinks about the passion that awaits them in the hotel room later. They sit next to each other, their hands wandering under the tablecloth.

The end of the week is speeding nearer and they both realize that they won’t see each other again. They knew it and made a date to meet on the beach for the last time, to walk on the beach and make memories for the future.

Chapter two - Farewell on the beach

The week speeds to an end. The last meeting is on Friday. It is a formal reception and everybody is invited. The black dress, once again, has to do. It is the first time that they end the annual meeting with a formal dinner. Adelle wonders about this but realizes that she has to go. She wishes that they could rather do something else. The thoughts of the end of the week and the normal, boring trend of things back home, instantly depresses her.

She never once thought about home. To tell the truth, she did not even miss her home. There is nobody to miss her either. Louis is also away on business. He has been working in another city for a few months now. The promotion and financial benefits could not be ignored. She could not resign and go with him either. They both decided it was better this way. They spend most weekends together. Louis. She shakes her head and walks to the bath. Armand is smoking outside. He will be with her shortly.

On the balcony, Armand is just finishing his cigarette, his thoughts with the week’s events. It was amazing. He can’t believe that he, a married man, can have so much adventure and still learn new things too. The feelings and passion with Adelle, took him way back in the early years of his marriage. He cannot even remember his honeymoon being this exciting. He too, did not think about home. His work takes him away from home a lot, but they still make time for each other. These times are never dull, but one tends to get into a routine. You start to know what the other person is going to think or say. This week was unbelievable.

Armand hears the water in the bathtub. Lazily he gets up and goes inside. Maybe Adelle needs someone to wash her back. He slightly smiles as he enters the bedroom.

Adelle lies with her eyes shut in the big bath. This is one of the luxuries of this hotel that has her keep coming back for more - the big bathtub. Big enough for two people to easily fit in it. The tub of this room is big and round and sunk in the floor of the bathroom. On her first night in this room, she felt a little lost in the big bath.

They still have plenty of time and she thinks about their date on the beach tomorrow. It will be the end of a wonderful week. Her thoughts wander off and she does not hear the door of the bathroom being opened. Softly, Armand enters and sits next to the bath. For a while, he just looks at Adelle where she lies with closed eyes. He put his hands into the water and caresses her body. She smiles and opens her eyes. There is no misunderstanding in the message they send to him.

He gets into the bath with her and slowly starts to explore her body, every corner, every exotic place. His fingers traces a path through the foam, all over her breasts, teases the nipples. Then it follows the way down. Adelle feels the shivers down her back as she enjoys the feeling of his finger on her skin. In one smooth motion he draws her on his lap and starts to rub her body with the soap. His hands move slowly over her shoulders, cup her breasts and then he rubs her nipples between his fingers while he kisses her neck.

She feels his erection against her buttocks as he gets more and more excited. The warm water runs over them as she sinks down on his erection. With his hands on her hips, he moves her slowly up and down. Then she lies against his chest and her breasts rise above the water. Immediately, his hands cover them. Adelle hears Armand’s breathing getting faster and feels his legs tightening under her. She is beyond stop at this moment, she hears someone moaning and with a cry, she reaches her climax. For a while, her body still quivered with the contractions of the orgasm. Never before did she have so much fun in a bath.

They remain in the bath until they both are calm again, and then slowly get out. Very slowly they dry each other with the warm towels of the hotel. Another joy Adelle cannot get enough of. Then they dress for the reception and smile slyly at each other as they walk to the reception.

At the reception, everybody is still the same. The speeches are the same again and this year Adelle does not even listen to it anymore. Her thoughts are with their parting tomorrow. Absent-minded, she claps her hands at the right moment and talks to colleagues next to her. She tolerates the goodbye kisses and wandering hands of the older men. Even the pecks on her cheeks of the old ladies are tolerated without a word. After all, it is another year before she would have to endure it again. The only difference this year, is the interesting turn of events that befall her.

At the end of the evening, the men wanted to have a last farewell drink. None of the women wanted to go so Adelle decided not to go either. Armand had no choice but to go with the men. They decided to sleep in their separate bedrooms for the night because he did not want to wake her up in case he got in very late. Thus, Armand reluctantly went with the men and Adelle returned to her room.

Adelle went to bed early because she is a little tired from lack of sleep during the previous nights. She did not have much time to think and ponder before she fell asleep either.

Her first thoughts when she wakes up very early the next morning, is their appointment on the beach this morning. She wonders how Armand’s night turned out. She herself is well rested and looks forward to their meeting. As she turned on her other side, she sees the note on the pillow beside her. It is a note from Armand. He was called home unexpectedly. He will contact her as soon as possible. She must be good and he is really very sorry to miss out on their date.

Adelle is furious. Why did he not wake her and explained in person? Well, he owes her nothing. She can pack and leave at once. There is nothing to keep her here anymore. She’ll try and get an earlier flight home. There is nothing she wants to do for the rest of the day anyway.

Eager to get back to normal as fast as possible, she gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom. The big bath has no attraction today. She showers quickly and puts on a jean and T-shirt. Luckily, there is a cancelation on an earlier flight and she must be on the airport within an hour. Hastily she packs her bag and phones a friend to pick her up when she gets home.

After a quick breakfast, she went to the airport. She arrived early and sat down to read her magazine, while waiting for the plane.

Chapter three - Back home

Adele’s friend immediately senses that something is wrong, but she keeps quiet. She knows Adelle very well and she knows it is best to let it rest. Adelle will speak up when the time is right. You don’t mess with her when she is in her current state of mind. She drops Adelle off at her home and returns to her own home and family. She knows that they will have time during the week to catch up on the week’s news.

Adele makes herself a cup of coffee and unpack her bag. She hates unpacked bags standing around the place. She also does her washing. It is not much but the coming week promises to be very hectic. She does not want to leave it for later. Late that afternoon, she pours herself a glass of wine and takes a seat outside. For the first time today, she can let her thoughts run over the week’s events in Durban.

It is memories which is going to last her a lifetime, she thinks when the phone rings. It is Louis, her husband. He just wants to hear if she is home safe and they talk about the work and then he says good bye. She makes a note in her diary to buy food and his favorite beer. Next weekend he will be home again. Another week is ahead of her; one with its own challenges.

Armand does not call. She is a little downhearted by this, but realizes that he cannot phone with his wife around. In fact, he might still be busy with the crises that took him home so urgently. She opens her laptop and starts typing a report about the annual meeting. It keeps her occupied until late that night. She does not notice the time flying by. It is only when she feels the chill of the cool wind on her arm, that she realizes what the time is.

She goes to bed with a sandwich and a cup of tea. In a short while, she falls asleep. Her cell phone is in the study. It rings and rings and rings, but Adelle does not hear it.

Adelle almost overslept on Monday morning. If the neighbor’s dog did not bark, she would have. It is 6 o’clock! She gets out of bed and runs to the shower. No time for slow reactions now. She has to hurry up because there are a few things that need to be done before the week’s staff meeting starts.

She grabs her phone and bag and runs to the car. At the office, everything is chaotic. Her secretary is not there. Her child almost drowned in their swimming pool and she is in hospital with him. Two clients did not want the other employees to help them and insisted on waiting for Adelle or take their business elsewhere and to top it all, the boss is early too. He is in a bad mood. Adelle has to get in and save the day. There is no time to see if she had any calls on her cell phone.

She works through lunchtime and at half past five; she realizes that her cell phone did not even ring once the whole day. Everybody usually calls her at the office during the day. She takes out the phone and sees that the battery is flat. Oh well. She can go home now. The secretary will be back tomorrow since the boy is out of danger. Luckily the nanny discovered him in time.

Adelle buys herself a roll and salad on her way home. She charges the phone and starts preparing dinner. While the chicken cooks, she takes a shower and then has her dinner outside again. She switched on the phone and sees an unfamiliar number. She does not know the number, but wonders if it could not perhaps be Armand. She decides not to call him back.

The next few days find everything back on track. She is very busy at work but everything is running smoothly again. At night, she sometimes thinks about Armand, but true to her nature, she does not call him. He can call her first if he wants to talk to her. On Friday she can go home earlier and quickly does her shopping. She also has enough time to put dinner in the oven before she has to pick up her husband at the airport.

She stands very still while Louis approaches her on the airport. He still excites her. She experiences the old feeling of excitement when his arms go around her. The promises in his eyes still take her breath away. Just for a second, Armand’s face crosses her mind, but it disappears quickly when Louis kisses her.

At home, they immediately forget about food and work and being away from each other. Their clothes form a line to the bedroom, the passion of their greeting is intense, and almost like they are afraid the other person is going to disappear. Much later, they lay in each other’s arms, satisfied and happy.

Suddenly Adelle remembers about the dinner in the oven. Luckily she used the ovens time schedule and the oven switched off in time. She heats up the food a little and Louis pours them each a glass of wine. The weather is lovely and they have a hidden spot where they can sit, hidden from prying eyes. They are unaware that they forgot to put on clothes.

It is very late, when they went to bed again. Louis takes her in his arms again and this time he makes love to her like a precious doll; lovingly and slowly. She falls asleep in her husband’s arms.

At four o’clock on Saturday morning, she wakes up. She smells the smell of love in the room. Sleepily, she turns over and reaches for Louis. He is not there. On his pillow is the print of his head, but his place beside her is cold. He must be away for quite some time. She had such a lovely dream; she did not even feel him getting up.

She gets up and puts on her dressing gown. She starts to look for him and sees that the light is on in the study. Adelle walks to the study, Louis is behind the desk. He is so absorbed in his work that he does not see her. Quietly she tiptoes closer. She gets on her hands and knees and crawls under the desk. He is still unaware of her presence, or is he? She reaches for him and the dressing gown falls from her shoulders. Softly she caresses his thigh. He moves his leg slightly but shows no other reaction. Adelle gets a little closer and caresses with more intense movements. She licks his thigh and he opens his legs. Her hand wanders from the thigh to his erection. Fascinated, she watches the erected penis getting up and when Louis opened his legs a little more, Adelle got on her knees between them.

Slowly, rhythmically she licks it, caresses his legs with her hands, and then sucks harder on him. She feels Louis stiffening but he does not stop working. She sucks faster and harder and she hears his fingers quieting on the keyboard. He moves his chair back. She smiles secretly. She knew he would not be able to continue working in these circumstances. He pulls his fingers through her hair and she crawls up against his body. Their lips meet halfway and they kiss each other while she gets up on his lap.

While Louis sucks at her nipples, his hands wander over her buttocks and then up against her back. She arches her back and pushes her fingers in his hair. Then she hears paper and things being cleared from the desk behind her while he deeply kisses her. He pushes her back and fills her. Slowly he begins to move. The rhythm of their love song picks up speed and gets more intense. She is being swept away by the sound of his voice in her ears. She feels the waves of passion building up inside her while Louis stiffens and his penis lures them to meet his. They climax again and again. Exhausted, he lies on her; breathless and with beating hearts. He puts her on his lap and held her close to him. She puts her head against his cheek and feels his beard against her face.

Adelle does not know how long they sat like that. After a while she went back to bed, while Louis finished the last part of his report. When she woke up later, he was sleeping beside her.

The weekend went by in a flash. On Sunday afternoon, Adelle took Louis back to the airport. The parting is difficult as usual because they don’t know when their schedules would allow another weekend together. She returns home and starts to tidy up. Tomorrow will be Monday again and she still has a lot of work to do.

Later, in her bed, she remembers Armand and wonders why he has not called her yet. Maybe he is also one of those men who take an opportunity when it comes his way, she thinks before she falls asleep. It is Armand who calls her name in her dreams.

©Gawelina2010

Verf op teëls vir geskenke.

2010-06-12T16:23:00.002+02:00

' n Voorbeeld van die teëls wat ons as geskenke vir Moedersdag geverf het. Dit is 'n heerlik manier om geskenke te maak.

An example of tiles we painted as gifts for Mother's day. It is a lovely idea for gifts and very easy to make too.

Dié ene is een van my skilderye wat ek kleiner geprint het en met kleurlose tokreen op die teël vasgesit het.

This one is a printed copy of one of my watercolour paintings. I painted clear tokreen on the tile before I put the picture on it. Finished it off with another coat or two of the clear tokreen.

Nog teels wat die kabouters in die klas geverf het.

More tiles that my learners painted in the classroom.

Nog teëls sommer vir lekkerte geverf.

More, just for the fun of it.

Plaasbabas Farm babies -

2010-06-12T08:57:00.001+02:00

Onder aanmoediging van my vriende, het ek besluit om my nuutste kinderstorie self te illustreer. Hier is dan die waterverfskilderytjies wat ek gemaak het vir die boek.
My friends, urged me to do my own illustrations for my latest children's story. Here are the small watercolour paintings, I did for the book.

Opwindende vreemdeling - Hoofstuk 2: Afspraak op die strand

2010-05-16T18:23:00.000+02:00

Die week spoed ten einde. Vrydagaand is die laaste byeenkoms. Dit is ŉ onthaal en almal is genooi. Die swart nommertjie word weer uitgehaal. Dit is die eerste keer dat jaarvergaderings met ŉ onthaal afgesluit word. Adelle wonder hieroor, maar besef dat sy tog maar sal moet gaan. Sy het eintlik gehoop dat sy en Armand eerder iets anders kan doen. Die blote gedagte aan die end van hierdie week en die gewone sloer van die lewe by die huis, noop haar om effens neerslagtig te voel.

Sy het nie een keer huis toe verlang nie. Om die waarheid te sê, sy het nie eens aan die huis gedink nie. Daar is in elk geval niemand wat haar sal mis nie, want Louis is ook met ŉ werksverpligting iewers heen. Hy werk nou al ŉ paar maande in ŉ ander stad. Die bevordering en die finansiële voordeel daarmee saam, is nie te versmaai nie. Sy kan nie haar werk los en saamtrek nie. Hulle het albei besluit dis beter so. Naweke bring hulle mos darem bymekaar. Louis. Sy skud haar kop en maak reg om te gaan bad. Armand rook net gou ŉ sigaretjie, hy sal seker nou terug wees.

Buite op die balkon, sit Armand en rook. Sy gedagtes by die week se gebeure. Dit was ongelooflik. Hy kan nie glo, dat ŉ ou getroude man, soveel avontuur kon beleef en iets nuuts byleer nie. Die gevoelens en passie met Adelle het hom weer teruggevoer na ŉ paar jaar gelede. Hy weet nie eens of sy wittebrood so opwindend was nie. Ook hý het nie een keer huis toe verlang nie. Werksverpligtinge vat hulle dikwels van die huis weg, tog was hulle tye saam spesiaal en glad nie vervelig nie. Mens raak effens gemaklik in roetine. Weet al wat die ander een dink en beplan. Hierdie week was ongelooflik.

Hy hoor hoe die badwater begin intap en staan lui op. Dalk het Adelle iemand nodig om haar rug te was, dink hy met ŉ skelm glimlag en stap die kamer binne.

Adelle lê met toe oë in die groot bad. Dis nou die een luukse van hierdie hotel wat haar elke jaar laat terugkom. Hierdie bad wat so groot is dat twee mense maklik daarin kan pas. Hierdie kamer s’n is rond en in die vloer gesink. Die eerste aand het sy haar verwonder daaraan en nogal effens verdwaal gevoel in die groot bad.

Daar is nog baie tyd en sy ontspan en dink aan hulle afspraak môre op die strand. Dit sal die einde van ŉ wonderlike week wees. Haar gedagtes neem die loop en sy hoor nie die badkamerdeur oopgaan nie. Armand kom saggies nader en gaan sit op die rand van die bad. ŉ Hele rukkie kyk hy na Adelle se gesig waar sy met toe oë lê. Sy hande gaan in die water en hy streel oor haar lyf. Sy glimlag en maak haar oë oop. Die boodskap daarin te duidelik om mis te verstaan.

Hy gly langs haar in die bad en stadig verken hy haar lyf. Elke ronding, elke afdraai. Volg die pad met sy voorvinger oor haar borste. Terg die heuwels. Dan volg hy die pad stadig na onder. Adelle hou asem op. Die sensasie van sy vinger op haar vel is ongelooflik. Gemaklik trek hy haar teen hom en, met haar rug teen sy bors, begin hy haar met die seep smeer. Sy hande gly stadig oor haar skouers, skulp dan die borste toe, tussen sy duim en voorvinger rol hy die tepels terwyl hy haar in die nek soen. Teen haar boude kan sy voel hoe hy groei en die begeerte om hom in haar te voel, kry die oorhand. Die warm badwater vou om hulle as sy op sy skoot afsak en hy haar stadig binnedring. Met sy hande op haar heupe, beweeg hy haar stadig op en af. Dan lê sy terug sodat haar borste bo die water verskyn. Dadelik vou sy hande oor hulle. Adelle hoor hoe Armand vinnig asemhaal en voel sy bene verstyf onder haar. Sy is verby stop, verby keer. Iemand kreun hard en met ŉ kreet van vervulling, bereik sy haar klimaks. Die natrillings hou haar lyf nog ŉ hele rukkie in die land van ekstase. Nog nooit het sy soveel pret in ŉ bad gehad nie.

Toe albei hulle asems terugkry, klim hulle uit. Stadig droog hulle mekaar af met die warm handdoeke van die hotel. Nog ŉ lekkerte waarvan Adelle nie genoeg kan kry nie en dan verklee hulle vir die onthaal.

Toe hulle saam afstap na die hotel se onthaal area, glimlag hulle skelm vir mekaar.

By die onthaal, is almal hulle gewone self. Die toesprake is dieselfde. Hierdie jaar luister Adelle nie eens meer daarna nie. Haar gedagtes net by die afskeid môre. Afgetrokke klap sy hande op die regte plekke, voer gesprekke met kollegas om haar, verdra die afskeidsoene van die ou omies, die té lang drukkies. Selfs die skynheilige pikkie op die wang van die dames laat sy met gelatenheid toe. Dit is darem ŉ jaar voordat sy dit weer moet beleef. Die enigste verskil, is dat dit hierdie jaar ŉ interessante kinkel in die kabel gehad het.

Later die aand, is die manne almal saam vir ŉ afskeidsdrankie. Nie een van die ander vroue wil saamgaan nie en Adelle besluit om dan liewer ook nie te gaan nie. Armand het nie ŉ keuse nie, en moet saam. Hulle spreek af dat hy maar eerder in sy eie kamer sal oornag. Die afspraak vir Saterdag word vir die oggend gemaak. So is Armand onwillig saam met die res van die manne en Adelle kamer toe.

Sy besluit om maar dadelik te gaan slaap. Die vorige nagte se min slaap kan dalk effens ingehaal word. In haar bed, later, het sy nie veel kans om te dink en te top nie. Sy is vinnig in droomland.

Haar eerste gedagte toe sy haar oë in die vroeë oggendure oopmaak, is aan die afspraak later op die strand. Sy wonder hoe was Armand se aand saam met die manne toe. Sy self, voel uitgerus en lus vir die dag. Toe sy op haar sy draai, sien sy die nota op die kussing. Dis van Armand. Hy is onverwags teruggeroep huis toe. Hy sal haar kontak sodra hy kan, sy moet mooi bly en hy is verskriklik jammer dat hy hulle afspraak moet mis.

Adelle is onmiddellik woedend. Hoekom het hy haar nie wakker gemaak en verduidelik nie? Wel, hy skuld haar niks. Sy kan nou net sowel maar oppak en uitvind of daar nie dalk ’n plek op ’n vroeër vlug is nie. Wat gaan sy nou in elk geval die res van die dag met haarself maak.

Vasberade om so gou moontlik terug te keer na normaal, staan sy op en stap badkamer toe. Die groot bad hou vanoggend geen bekoring vir haar in nie. Sy stort vinnig en trek sommer ŉ jean en T-hemp aan. Dan trek sy die telefoon nader en skakel die lughawe om te hoor of daar nie ’n gelukkie is nie. Sowaar, daar is ŉ kansellasie en sy het ŉ uur om op die lughawe te kom. Sy pak haastig haar tasse, reël vervoer na die lughawe en skakel dan haar vriendin by die huis om haar te kom haal wanneer sy tuis is.

Na ’n vinnige ontbyt, is sy lughawe toe. Daar is meer as genoeg tyd voor die vliegtuig vertrek en met ’n tydskrif in die hand, gaan sit sy om te wag.

©Gawelina 2009

Opwindende vreemdeling - Hoofstuk 1: Die ontmoeting

2010-05-16T18:20:00.001+02:00

Dis tyd vir die maatskappy se jaarvergadering en Adelle moet alweer hul tak verteenwoordig. "Ek is al so moeg daarvoor. Ek het wragtie nie op die oomblik energie vir daardie spul nie. Elke jaar dieselfde vervelige gesprekke. Elke jaar dieselfde mense met dieselfde geite. Na sluitingstyd, dieselfde storie. Die mans suip in ŉ blou gerookte vertrek en die vrouens skinder oor mekaar. ŉ Paar vrouens gedra hulle nes die mans en ek kan dit nie meer uitstaan nie." So loop haar gedagtes terwyl sy inpak. Sy wou eers weier, maar met haar finansiële welstand in gedagte, besluit sy om maar bek te hou en te tog gaan. Ten minste kan dit bietjie afleiding wees en die maatskappy betaal.
Met ŉ swaar gemoed pak sy haar tas. "Ek sit die kort swart nommertjie ook in. Hoekom?" wonder sy so by haarself. "Gaan jy dit nou vir jouself aantrek waar jy saans alleen in jou kamer gaan wees?" Ag wat, dit is nou klaar in. Daar is ook nie tyd om weer uit te pak nie, want buite druk ou Jan al die toeter. Onopgevoede bees! Hy is die maatskappy se jongste toevoeging, ŉ ou suurknol wat die werk gekry het omdat hy die baas se neef is. Doen flippen niks, maar maak of hy die baas is. Lekker dikbek omdat hý nie kan gaan nie.
Die rit tot by die lughawe word in stilte afgelê. Adelle is doodbang vir vliegtuie, was nog altyd, maar nou lyk die vliegtuig soos ŉ limousine teen ou suurknol se motor. Sy klim vinnig uit, en hardloop amper sonder die tas die gebou binne. Laat ou suurknol dit maar dra. Hy is mos ŉ gentleman.

In Durban aangekom, sak Adelle dankbaar op die bed neer. Geestelik en liggaamlik moeg. Die eerste sessie is oor ŉ uur. Ken mekaar. Daar is glo nuwe personeel teenwoordig hierdie keer. Seker weer iemand se antie.
Later klim sy in die bad en ontspan terwyl haar gedagtes na vanaand se besigheid dwaal. Die nuwe lede is seker weer die een of ander vroumens – óf iemand se antie, óf ŉ oujongnooi, óf ŉ suurknol wat deur ŉ man daarheen gedryf is. Altyd dieselfde tipe. Vies klim sy uit die bad, haar hele gemoed nou sommer suur. Hierdie jaar is die besigheid nogal semi-formeel ook. Hoe leer mens iemand beter ken met ŉ semi-formeel? Semi-styf? “Ag nou ja. swart nommertjie, laat ons maar sien wat gebeur vanaand.” dink sy terwyl sy die sagte stukkie lap oor haar kop gooi.
Toe sy die kamer verlaat, lyk sy, om die waarheid te sê, nie sleg nie. Die rok pas heel skaflik, die nuwe, langer hare is gedoen en sy is mooi ingekleur. Die lae hals wys net genoeg om nie hoererig te lyk nie. Sy stap na die bymekaarkomplek. Ou bekendes plak soene op haar wang. Sy walg van die rook-drank walms en die vatterige hande op haar boud, maar maak of sy dit nie agterkom nie.
Adelle kyk die mense deur terwyl sy aan die glas rooi wyn teug. Almal dieselfde. Sy voel iemand se oë op haar en soek. Daar, aan die oorkant van die vertrek, sit ŉ nuwe ou. Bietjie ouer as sy en ŉ rilling gaan teen haar rug af. Dis asof sy oë roep. Sy kyk vinnig af. Moet darem nie lyk of mens staar nie. Ongeërg kyk sy na die ander mense, maar haar oë trek vanself terug. Hy kyk nog steeds. Nou kan sy nie weer wegkyk nie. Dis asof hy haar oë vasgevang het.
Adelle sien hy staan op en weet sommer, hier kom ŉ ding. Sy sien niemand meer raak nie, oë vasgenael op die man wat doelgerig op haar afstap. Halfpad word hy omsingel deur die maatskappy anties. Almal kloek en koer en sy besef hulle gaan hom nou annekseer. Dit is ook so. Hy kan nie roer nie en toe word haar aandag afgetrek deur ou Pieter. Adelle en hy kom al ŉ lang pad met die maatskappy saam. Hulle gesels altyd lekker, want hy is ook nie vir dié sirkus gebou nie. Kort-kort dwaal haar oë na die nuweling tussen die kloekende anties. Hulle kwetter en kwyl en hy lyk ongemaklik. Sy oë soek ook. “Oulike ou daai” hoor sy Pieter sê. “Ken jy hom?” vra sy verbaas. “Ja, man. Dis ons nuwe area bestuurder.” Kom dit van Pieter. “Lyk my julle twee loer al vir mekaar” kom dit weer. Nou kan jy haar met ŉ veer omtik. Ou Pieter is toe glad nie so dom soos hy lyk nie. Haar vriend is oplettend. Hy staan op en Adelle besluit hy is seker maar verveeld met haar geselskap Sy is immers ook nie baie spraaksaam vanaand nie.
Die volgende oomblik staan Pieter en die vreemdeling langs haar tafel. Pieter stel hom voor as Armand (die van kan sy tot vandag toe nie onthou nie, haar ore het te veel gesuis) Die man se diep stem roer haar binneste dadelik tot lekkerkry. (Adelle is mos hoeka ŉ sucker vir mooi stemme) Sy hand hou hare net ŉ rukkie te lank vas. Pieter het soos mis voor die son verdwyn, maar niemand kom dit eens agter nie.
Dwarsdeur die toesprake, die verwelkomings, die aankondigings en die naamplaatjie makery deur, is Adelle net bewus van die man langs haar. Later toe niemand meer iets op die hart het nie en die manne drank se kant toe beweeg, vra Armand of sy saam met hom op die stoep ŉ koffie wil geniet. Natuurlik wil sy, maar ewe kalm sê sy dat dit lekker sal wees.
Buite is dit heerlik. Nie koud nie, maar ook nie te warm nie. Hy bestel die koffie en plaas sy arm op haar stoel se leuning. Die hitte van sy arm teen haar nek, roer haar binneste. Hulle gesels oor alles en nog wat. Toe die koffie kom, vou Adele haar hande dankbaar om die koppie. Sy moet iets hê om aan vas te hou voordat haar hande verkeerde rigting inslaan.
Daar is nou ŉ stilte tussen hulle. Dis nie ŉ ongemaklike stilte nie. ŉ Lekker veilige, rustige stilte. Hulle kyk na die liggies in die verte. Die see se bekorende geruis, roep hulle strand toe. Die kort afstand strand toe word in stilte gestap, hand aan hand loop hulle. By die strand trek Adelle haar skoene uit. Sy doen dit altyd, is mal oor die water wat so oor haar voete spoel.
Uitgelate soos ŉ kind hardloop sy ŉ paar tree die water in, lag uit haar maag toe die water teen haar bene klits. Armand staan haar oopmond en aangaap. Seker nog nooit ŉ middeljarige kind in die water gesien nie. Toe sy laggend uit die water kom, stap hy nader en die volgende oomblik is sy arms om haar. Adele vergeet van alles en almal om haar. Hy soen haar soos sy nog nooit gesoen is nie. Sy sterk arms hou haar styf vas. Toe hy uiteindelik sy kop optel, lees sy ŉ onmiskenbare boodskap in sy oë. Al wat sy kan doen, is om woordeloos te knik.
Die afstand hotel toe is nog korter as die kom. In haar kamer, druk hy die deur sag toe en soen haar weer. Sy hande lig die kort rokkie op en kruip oor haar boude. Sy voel hoe haar bene lam word. Met haar hande in sy hare en haar lyf styf teen syne, weet sy, vanaand gaan sy nie alleen slaap nie.
Hy dra haar bed toe en die ou rokkie trek oor haar kop asof dit nooit daar was nie. Sy hande speel oor die swart deurtrekker en die kant bra se knippie vlieg sonder moeite oop. Sy voel hoe die tepels dadelik reageer asof daar ŉ knoppie is wat hulle aanskakel. Sy mond is dadelik by. “Genade, ek sweef”. dink sy toe sy die warm asem in haar nek voel. Sy kon dit nog nooit weerstaan nie. Die klammigheid tussen haar bene is intens. Adelle begin onwillekeurig kreun toe sy tong die pad volg. Af, af, af. Die oomblik toe die tong sy eindbestemming bereik, weet sy: “ só was ek nog nooit gesuig en gesoen nie.” Dis ekstaties lekker, sy tong in en uit, suig en lek terwyl sy hande oral die regte knoppies bereik.

Armand stop en Adelle sien hoe sy klere van sy lyf af gestroop word. Sy sit regop en sien die stywe staaf voor haar oë. Skielik is sy so lus daarvoor, sy lek die puntjie, terg hom met die tong. Sy kreun van genot dryf haar amper tot waansin. Terwyl haar hande na die sak reik, neem sy die staaf in haar mond. Dit vul haar en sy suig dit tussen haar tande deur. Druk dit dan terug met die tong. Vryf met haar hande oor sy boude en dan lek sy dit asof dit roomys is. Van bo na onder al met die lengte af. Polsend klop dit in haar hand. Sy terg die openinkie met haar tong.

Adelle voel hoe hy verstyf en weet dadelik, nou moet sy stop. Sy hou nie daarvan om te sluk nie, wil hom binne haar voel, nou dadelik. Sy lê terug en trek hom saam met haar, lig terselfdertyd haar bene hoog en wyd teen haar lyf en voel hoe hy binnedring. Dit is ongelooflik lekker. Stadig begin hy beweeg. Adelle sweef en iemand kreun van genot. Haar lyf wriemel op die bed, sy kan dit nie beheer nie. al vinniger gaan die ritme terwyl haar hande die beddegoed vasklem. Weer en weer kreun iemand. Die ritme polsend, sy voel van diep binne haar die branders van begeerte aangerol kom. Sy ritme is nou ekstaties, driftig. Adelle voel hoe sy rug terugtrek en weet hier kom dit nou. Sien sy oë is toe en voel ŉ allemagtige brander wat gaan breek. Die volgende oomblik kom daai brander en breek oor hulle - gelyktydig bereik hulle ŉ klimaks, so intens dat dit aanhou en aanhou en aanhou. Dit voel vir haar of dit nie weer gaan ophou nie. Weer en weer.
Uitgeput val Armand langs haar neer, soen haar en hou haar dan styf vas. So raak hulle aan die slaap.
Die volgende oggend is hulle amper laat vir die eerste bymekaarkoms. Die res van die week is die byeenkomste ŉ fees. Adelle weet nie juis wat gesê word nie, dink net aan die passie wat in die kamer wag. Hulle sit langs mekaar en so af en toe, dwaal sy hand onder haar rok in, of hare na die knop in sy skoot.
Die einde van die week spoed nader en albei besef dat hulle mekaar nie weer gaan sien nie. Hulle het dit mos geweet en maak ŉ afspraak om Saterdagaand vir oulaas langs die see te gaan stap. Herinneringe vir die toekoms te bou.

©Gawelina 2009

Why

2010-04-25T14:01:00.000+02:00

Why does it hurt so much
this wanting desire?
why does it have
to be this way?
Why did you come
so late in my life?

The answers I do not have
but this I know for sure;
I do love you very much,
I do care a lot.
I’d rather let you go
than hurt you even more.

In my heart, you’ll always be
safe en free from hurt,
I’ll treasure every memory,
every loving word.
Be safe my love,
Take care.
But please, I beg of you
never forget about me.

Opwindende vreemdeling - Hoofstuk 5: 'n Paar dae vakansie

2010-04-23T17:07:00.001+02:00

Vir die volgende maand of twee gaan dit dol by die werk. Die nuwe projek skop af en almal skarrel om betyds klaar te kry. Adelle werk laat en kry baie min tyd vir ontspan. Louis kom min huis toe omdat hy ook besig is. Haar kollegas merk dat sy afgemat lyk, maar niemand vra daarna nie. Haar vriendin het ŉ paar keer verneem of sy regkom, maar Adelle het haar kommer met ŉ waai van die hand as niks afgemaak. Tyd vir kuier is daar nie.

Armand laat nou gereeld van hom hoor, maar hulle kom nie bymekaar nie. Elkeen besig met sy werk. Die projek word ook by Armand se tak geloods en so oor die telefoon word haakplekke uitgestryk.

Teen die einde van die tweede maand is die projek voltooi en die baas is baie tevrede met die resultate. Hy bied aan dat Adelle ŉ bietjie weggaan. Haar jaarlikse verlof sal sy later neem as Louis syne kry. Hulle geniet altyd die seevakansies so baie. Daar is egter nog 4 maande voor dit kan gebeur. Sy besluit om ŉ naweek af te neem. Die aand bespreek sy dit met Armand. Dit is toe dat hy met die gedagte kom dat sy vir hom kom kuier. Sy vrou is vir 6 maande saam met haar ouers oorsee en die tydsberekening is perfek.

Adelle is huiwerig, maar na ŉ rukkie stem sy tog in. Die hunkering kry die oorhand oor haar verstand. Armand bied aan om vir haar plek in die hotel te kry en die naweek se kuier te reël. Adelle bel dadelik die lughawe en kry ŉ vlug vir Vrydagmiddag. Sy lê lank wakker en oordink haar planne. Genade, wat is sy besig om aan te vang? Hoekom doen sy dit, maar as sy aan die vooruitsig dink, kan sy nie help om te glimlag nie.

Vrydag, op die vliegtuig, dink sy daaraan dat sy werklik nie eens meer bang is vir vlieg nie? Dis nogal snaaks, want gewoonlik is dit die een ding waarna sy die meeste opsien. Die gedagte aan haar naweek wat voorlê oorskadu alle vrese. Armand het ŉ dringende vergadering, maar hy het gereël vir vervoer na haar hotel. Hulle het afgespreek dat hy haar die aand sal kom haal vir ŉ ete en kuier.

Al die reëlings verloop seepglad en gou is Adelle ingeboek in die hotel. Sy neem ŉ lekker bad en dan klee sy haar met sorg vir die aand. Sy gaan sit op die bank met ŉ boek. ŉ Luukse waarvoor sy baie min tyd kry. Dis reeds oor sewe. Sy lees nie lank nie, toe daar ŉ klop aan die deur is. Sy staan op om oop te maak, nooi Armand na binne. Weereens staan sy vasgenael voor die deur, haar mond droog, haar hart klop soos ŉ voëltjie s’n. Die man het nog steeds die vermoë om haar knieë lam te maak. Sy kry nie ŉ woord uit nie. Armand breek eerste die tydelike versteendheid, kom in en druk die deur agter hom toe, Adelle staan nog steeds in afwagting, effens selfbewus na hom en kyk.

Hy steek sy hand uit, streel oor haar gesig en trek haar dan nader. Lank staan hulle so voordat hulle uiteindelik mekaar los. Armand stel voor dat hulle eers gaan eet. Hy is honger en ŉ man kan nie op ŉ leë maag funksioneer nie.

Van die ete en die eetplek kan Adelle nie veel onthou nie. Sy was effens gespanne. Nog nooit voorheen het sy so iets gedoen nie en hoewel die stad en die mense haar nie ken nie, voel sy tog effe ongemaklik. As Armand dit agterkom, laat hy dit nie blyk nie. Tog begin sy later ontspan in sy geselskap ten teen die einde van die aand, is sy weer haar ou self.

Terug by die hotel, kan Armand homself nie keer nie. Hierdie vrou is vir hom onweerstaanbaar. Nog nooit het ŉ vrou dit reggekry om sy verdediging so netjies omver te gooi nie. Hy trek haar in sy arms en dan verkrummel al die weerstand. Sy gee haar oor aan die soen. Hy streel oor haar rug, in dieselfde beweging trek hy haar rok op en oor haar kop. Sy kry nie eens tyd om te keer nie. Die pad bed toe word in ŉ rekord tyd afgelê en dan laat hy haar op die bed sit, druk haar op haar rug en begin haar lyf vryf terwyl sy tong haar lyf wakker maak, hoendervleis gee. Sy druk sy kop vas met haar hande, sien sterre toe sy tong begin streel en vat handevol beddegoed vas.

Net toe hy weer opkom om vir haar te loer, wriemel sy onder hom uit. Sy oë vra wat nou? Verbaas kyk hy na haar, maar sy laat hom nie lank wonder nie. Adelle beweeg na sy kop se kant, trek hom op sy rug en buig vooroor met haar borste in sy gesig. Terwyl hy haar tepels lek, druk sy haarself vas teen sy gesig, beweeg dan af en los ŉ nat streep tot by die stywe, blink lekkerte wat vir haar wink. Sy hoor hom kreun, vat hom in haar mond, stadig eers en dan al dieper en vinniger. Nou is dit sy beurt om onder haar uit te wriemel en sy die verbaasde een.

Hy staan op, sy wonder wat nou? Dan kom hy terug, die karnallie het als fyn beplan. In sy hand ŉ bakkie joghurt en ŉ lepel. Terwyl Adelle grootoog na hom kyk, druk hy haar terug en skep haar vol joghurt, lek haar skoon en dan druk hy die skag in die joghurt en voer dit vir haar. Sy lek dit af, suig die laaste druppel en so , stoot vir stoot, voer hy haar die joghurt tot daar niks meer is nie, herhaal die proses, weer en weer. Die so lekker, Adelle besluit net daar om nooit weer joghurt op ŉ ander manier te eet nie.

Nou smeek sy - asb. kom in. Ek wil jou binne my voel en met ŉ gladde beweging is hy in haar. Haar hele wese roep na vervulling en weer voel sy hoe reuse branders aangerol kom, gereed om te breek op die rotse van haar begeertes. Al groter en groter swel die branders. Sy hoor sy asem jaag, dan breek daar reuse branders oor haar kop, spoel die skuim in haar gedagtes oor haar en op dieselfde oomblik die ontploffing binne-in haar. Soos ŉ drenkeling klou sy aan hom tot die storms in haar bedaar. Ongelooflik!

Hulle lê op die bed, sy sterk arms styf om haar lyf gevou. Sy voel rustig en tevrede, veilig selfs hier in sy arms. Vir die eerste keer in weke. raak sy aan die slaap, met Armand se hartklop in haar ore – slaap –maar, slaap-maar, rus-tig, vei-lig. Hoor nog so deur die newels, dankie my lief, jy was wonderlik, toe vat Klaas Vakie haar weg.

Saterdagoggend breek helder en warm aan. Daar is nie ŉ wolkie in die lug nie. Na ŉ baie spesiale ontbyt in die bed, is hulle stad toe. Omdat sy nie die stad ken nie, het Armand besluit om haar op ŉ toer deur die stad te vat. Soos twee verliefde tieners loop hulle hand aan hand en kuier oral. Te gou is die dag om.

Saterdagaand gaan hulle na ŉ opvoering kyk en Adelle wil die tyd met alle mag vashou, maar omdat sy effe olik voel, is hulle direk daarna hotel toe. Asof die wêreld vannag gaan eindig soek hulle mekaar op en maak elke oomblik onvergeetlik. Toe sy later uitgeput in sy arms aan die slaap raak, wonder Armand waar hierdie verhouding gaan eindig. Hoe gaan hulle maak, want sonder haar wil hy nie en saam met haar mag hy nie. Aan die dag van môre wil hy nie eens dink nie.

Vroeg Sondagmôre is dit alweer groet tyd. Dit voel vir Adelle soos vaarwel, maar Armand verseker haar dat daar nog baie wonderlike tye sal wees. En buitendien sal hulle mekaar altyd deur die werk kan kontak. Met ŉ swaar hart bestyg sy die vliegtuig en soos die groot voël haar verder en verder van hom af wegneem, wonder sy ook waar die verhouding heen gaan lei.

©Gawelina 2009

Aalwyne – ‘n Stillewe van hoop

2010-04-23T16:27:00.001+02:00

Iewers op ‘n plaas,
iets heel anders te vind.
Hier waar niks raas of rumoer
het Iemand met ‘n visie
Sy skildersdoek kom plaas.

Reg voor my, die stil toneel
van lewe en hoop.
Tussen klippe en dood
die Skilder se gedagtes
kunstig gerangskik
om gewenste
effek te verkry.

Sy stillewe portret,
bring die boodskap -
daar is lewe op aarde
nie net wanhoop en dood
Tussen die klippe,
in dorre aarde,
bly die dapperes staan.
Die wat volhard,
wat aanhou en uithou,
die inspirasie
vir hierdie portret.

©Gawelina

Opwindende vreemdeling - Hoofstuk 6: Slot

2010-04-21T16:26:00.002+02:00

Die dae verloop weer op die ou bekende trant. Adelle voel werklik olik en almal by die werk dink dat sy ooreis is. Louis kom ook agter dat daar fout is, maar sy maak dit af as moegheid. Armand vra sy vrae, maar behendig omseil sy hulle met pittige antwoorde en so word die dae, weke.

Een oggend roep die baas haar in. Dadelik is sy weer op haar hoede, maar soos die vorige keer is hy die ene glimlaggies. Hy bied haar ŉ stoel aan en toe stel hy haar ewe bedaard in kennis dat die maatskappy besluit het om haar ŉ bevorderingspos te gee. Sy word terselfdertyd verplaas na Kaapstad. Dadelik kom die gedagte by haar op dat sy dan nog verder van Armand en Louis af sal wees. Sal haar huwelik die afstand oorleef, sal sy Armand nog kan sien? Die bevordering bring nie net meer finansiële voordele nie, maar ook groter verantwoordelikheid.

Nadat die baas alles mooi aan haar verduidelik het en die papierwerk aan haar oorhandig het, is sy terug na haar kantoor. Lank sit sy agter haar lessenaar en wonder hoe sy dit vir Louis gaan vertel. Aan Armand se reaksie wil sy nie eens dink nie. Na ŉ ruk besluit sy om niks te sê nie, tot sy die sakie goed oordink het en met dié gedagte, trek sy haar werk nader.

Dae lank tob Adelle oor die probleem. Haar gesondheid dra niks by om haar besluit makliker te maak nie. Sy is nie siek nie, maar sy voel ook nie lekker nie. Sy besluit om tog maar dokter toe te gaan. Dalk is ŉ tonikum net wat sy nodig het en dalk sal die bevordering ook makliker op haar gemoed val as sy beter voel. Sy maak ŉ afspraak en daarna is dit asof sy meer gerus is.

Louis laat weet dat hy oor twee weke huis toe kom. Hy het groot nuus wat sy moet weet. Hy wil egter niks sê oor die groot nuus nie en al pleit sy hoe, hy swyg. Van haar doktersafspraak rep sy geen woord. In die drie maande wat hy nie by die huis was nie, het sy oor alles behalwe slegte goed gepraat wanneer hulle gesels het.

Die middag by die dokter sal sy in haar dag des lewens nooit vergeet nie. Dit is bedompig in die stad en die koeligheid van die wagkamer is ŉ lafenis. Die dokter ken sy nie. Haar huisdokter is met vakansie. Hy behandel haar en Louis al vandat hulle tien jaar gelede getroud is. Sy is effe gespanne. Die dokter doen ŉ roetine ondersoek en toe glimlag hy. Adelle is dadelik agterdogtig. Sy is moeg en hy glimlag! “Veels geluk mevrou” kom sy woorde. Adelle gaap hom aan. Veels geluk? Met wat? U is reeds twee maande swanger. Nee! Dit kan nooit wees nie. Tien jaar lank smag sy na ŉ kind. Tien jaar lank gebeur niks en nou? Net toe sy alle hoop laat vaar het, nou vertel hy vir haar dit? Sy vertel hom al hierdie dinge in baie reguit woorde. Die dokter glimlag. Mevrou, vir baie jare vertel ek vir dames dat hulle swanger is en nog nooit het ek ŉ fout met hierdie diagnose gemaak nie. Jy is die eerste vrou wat my nie glo nie.

Hoe Adelle weer by die huis gekom het, weet sy nie. Verdwaas sit sy op die stoep en toe tref die gedagte haar. Armand! Dit moet sy kind wees! Hoe gaan sy die sakie hanteer? Nou weet sy nog minder wat om te doen. Heelwat later is sy kamer toe en vir ure rol sy rond. Aan die een kant verlig, maar aan die ander kant hoogs ontsteld. En volgende naweek kom Louis.

Van uitputting moes sy aan die slaap geraak het, want toe sy weer haar oë oopmaak is dit die helder sonstrale wat haar groet. Verskrik sit sy regop, maar toe tref dit haar dat dit Saterdag is. Traag stoot sy haar voete van die bed af en sy loop badkamer toe. Terwyl die water oor haar stroom, streel sy met haar hande oor haar maag. ŉ Baba! Uiteindelik ŉ baba! Die wonder daarvan laat sommer die trane loop. Stroom oor haar wange totdat sy nie meer kan onderskei tussen trane en water nie. Lank staan sy so onder die stort voordat sy die krane toedraai.

Sy maak ŉ ligte ontbyt en begin die huis skoonmaak. Hierdie takie hou haar die hele Saterdag besig en sy kry nie weer tyd om te dink en te tob nie. Sondag neem sy haar posisie in oënskou. Die bevordering sal sy nie kan neem nie. Sy het te lank vir hierdie baba gewag. Sy gaan nie een oomblik van sy of haar grootwordproses mis nie. Sy sal dit van die hand moet wys. Die enigste probleem is om die nuus aan die mans in haar lewe oor te dra.

Armand is uitstedig en sy hoor niks van hom nie. Sy gaan die nuwe week met spanning tegemoet. Haar baas is teleurgesteld omdat sy die aanbod van die hand wys, maar hy verstaan haar rede. Hy weier egter om dit as finaal te aanvaar. Hy sal kyk of hy nie die aanbod effe kan wysig dat sy nog die werk kan doen, maar terselfdertyd by haar kind kan wees nie. weet haar man al? Sy vertel hom dat sy hom die naweek sal inlig.

Die week draal verby. Louis besluit intussen dat Adelle eerder by hom moet aansluit. Hy wil sy goeie nuus op ŉ baie spesiale plek aan haar bekendmaak. Hy bespreek vir haar ŉ plek op die vliegtuig en reël self dat sy Vrydagmiddag afkry. Hy is self op die lughawe om haar te ontmoet. Sy sien hom dadelik raak toe sy die gebou binnestap. Van die lughawe af, neem hy haar na ŉ vakansie-oord daar naby.

Die aand is onvergeetlik. Al die maande wat hulle van mekaar geskei was, val weer, soos voorheen, net weg en hulle liefde is passievol. Adelle kry die nuus nie uit nie. Sy koester die samesyn.

Saterdag is Louis baie geheimsinnig. Vroeg word sy wakker gemaak met ontbyt in die bed. Daarna word sy in ŉ skuimbad sitgemaak en hy skrop haar rug en pamperlang haar, maar sy nuus hoor sy nie. Hy glimlag net. Toe hy uiteindelik tevrede is dat sy nou goed genoeg gepamperlang is, stel hy haar in kennis dat sy haar moet regmaak vir ŉ rit na die paradys. Verbaas stap sy saam met hom uit.

Buite staan ŉ jeep en op die agtersitplek sien sy ŉ reisdeken en ŉ piekniekmandjie. Sy word ingehelp en Armand draf om na die bestuurder se kant. Hulle ry met ŉ paadjie en Adelle verkyk haar aan die natuur. Die berge en plante is asemrowend. Skielik is dit asof die paadjie net stop en voor haar ontvou die pragtigste toneel. Sy sien groen, groen varings en ŉ blouselblou waterpoel. Iewers hoor sy water soos die van ŉ waterval. Sy klim uit en Louis neem haar hand. Onder ŉ groot koelteboom sprei hy die deken oop en sit die mandjie neer.

Hulle gaan sit en hy trek haar nader. Terwyl sy in sy oë kyk, skuif Armand se beeld voor haar in. Dis vir Armand wat sy soen, dis Armand wat haar vashou. Sy gee haar oor aan sy liefkosings. Sy vergeet dat dit Louis is wat hier by haar is. Heelwat later, toe sy terugkeer na die hede, glimlag sy op na haar man. Nadat hulle van die vrugtesap gedrink het, staan Louis op en trek sy klere uit. Dan trek hy Adelle op en ook haar klere word van haar afgestroop. Hy trek haar nader en saam stap hulle die poel binne.

Die koue water laat haar na haar asem snak, maar gou raak sy dit gewoond. Terwyl sy in die water gly, sien sy hoe Louis ook induik en dan kom sy kop langs haar uit die water. Dadelik is sy in sy arms. Soos twee uitgelate kinders baljaar hulle in die water. Toe sy later uitasem aan hom vasklou soen Louis haar. Sy hande volg die kontoere van haar lyf en sy voel hoe haar lyf weer dadelik reageer op sy aanraking. Hy trek haar nader aan hom en sy slaan haar bene om sy lyf. Daar, in die water, neem hy besit van haar lyf en ritmies, polsend maak hulle liefde in die water. Daar is skielik ŉ dringendheid in die liefde, asof Louis haar wil vaspen en syne maak. Uitasem lig sy haar kop toe die laaste trillings haar lyf verlaat. Deur haar wimpers loer sy na haar man. “Louis...” begin sy. “Later...” kom sy antwoord. “Kom, daar is iets wat ek jou moet vertel.”

Saam stap hulle terug na die bome. Dis nou of nooit, weet sy skielik met helder sekerheid. “Louis, daar is iets wat ek jou ook moet vertel.” “Dit kan wag,” kom sy antwoord weer. En toe hulle sit, draai hy besorg die handdoek om haar lyf. Dan, terwyl hulle so in die koelte sit, vertel hy haar. Hy het bevordering gekry. Die maatskappy het hom ŉ pos in Kaapstad aangebied. Die geld is goed, hulle kan ŉ groter huis koop en hy wil hê sy moet saam kom. Hy kan nie meer die afstandsliefde volg nie.

Verbaas sit sy na hom en kyk. Dan kom haar pos ook ter sprake en sy vertel hom van haar werksaanbod. Aangesien hulle vir dieselfde maatskappy werk, sal dit baie ander uitgawes ook bespaar, maar dan vertel sy hom ook dat sy die aanbod van die hand gewys het. Aan die spiertjie wat in sy wang spring, kan sy sien dat hy ongelukkig is. Nou moet die res nog volg.

Weer kom Armand se beeld voor haar op. Sy skraap al haar moed bymekaar en toe vertel sy haar man. “Louis, gedurende al die maande toe jy Armand en ek Adelle was, en ons die skelm verhouding gehad het, het daar iets gebeur. Die dokter dink dat dit moontlik was omdat ek ontspan het en vergeet het van babas. My man, ons gaan ŉ baba hê.” Die verbasing op sy gesig maak Adelle baie bekommerd. Louis kry nie ŉ woord uit nie. “Hoe het dit gebeur” kom sy vraag dan. “Ons het vergeet van die hartseer en die mislukkings. Ons het vergeet van die bekendheid van ons huwelik en vergeet van die vooroordele van die mensdom daar buite. Louis, ek is reeds amper drie maande swanger. Dit is hoekom ek nie die aanbod kon aanvaar nie. Ek wil nie een dag van ons kindjie se grootwordproses mis nie.”

ŉ Breë glimlag is al wat sy kry en dan loop ŉ traan oor sy wang. Hy onthou sy vrou se snikke in die nag, die teleurstelling elke maand en die wanhoop wat hy gevoel het. Sy eie gevoel van mislukking omdat hy haar nie die een ding kon gee waarna sy so gesmag het nie. Sy eie geheime versugtinge, die drome oor hoe hy en sy seun bal speel, nou heeltemal vergete. Dan dring haar woorde tot hom deur. Sy vrou het so pas vir hom vertel dat hulle droom waar gaan word!

Net daar in op die gras neem hy haar weer in sy arms en hierdie keer is dit soveel anders. Armand en Adelle is weg. Hier langs die blou waterpoel is Louis en Lani se lewens volmaak. ŉ Blink toekoms wag op hulle. ŉ Briljante plan om hul huwelik op te kikker, is volmaak volvoer en die prys vir hul plan – ŉ baba waarna hulle nou al tien jaar lank uitsien.

Iewers agter die groen lower van die bome, glimlag ŉ engel van oor tot oor. Nog ŉ huwelik gered, maar die verrassing wat in Lani se moederskoot vir hulle wag, gaan hulle sprakeloos laat. Laat hulle maar hierdie middag geniet. ŉ Drieling is nie speletjies nie. Hierdie twee gaan nog baie beproef word.

©Gawelina 2009

Opwindende vreemdeling. Hoofstuk 5 - 'n Paar dae verlof

2010-04-21T16:19:00.002+02:00

Opwindende vreemdeling - Hoofstuk 4: Toeval?

2010-04-21T16:15:00.000+02:00

Die dae verloop weer sy normale gang en Adelle is besig. Vroeg Donderdag oggend ontbied haar baas haar na sy kantoor. Dit gebeur baie selde en Adelle wonder wat nou fout is. Gewoonlik is dit net as hy ernstige probleme met iets het dat sy ontbied word, anders los hulle die ou sakie sommer na die oggendvergadering op. Sy stap na sy kantoor.

Die man is egter baie vriendelik en geselserig en dit lyk glad nie na ŉ groot probleem nie. Een van die maatskappy se bestuurders kom na hulle kantoor. Sal Adelle asb. reël vir ŉ toer deur die gebou, hom wys wat hulle doen en so bietjie van die nuwe planne wat hulle op die tafel het ook? Genade, wat nog, dink sy, maar ja, dis goed sy sal dit doen. Wanneer kom hy? Môre. Liewe aarde en hoe moet sy alles in so ŉ kort tydjie reël? Die man wil niks hoor van teëpratery nie. Hy het volle vertroue in haar.

Terug in haar kantoor, sit Adelle verslae. Wat op die aarde gaan sy met die vreemde man aanvang? Waarin sal hy tog nou belangstel? Dat haar pligte ook aandete insluit, is haar baie duidelik gemaak. Ag hemel, as Louis tog hier was, kon hulle by haar huis gekuier het, maar hy moet die naweek ŉ baie belangrike sake-afspraak nakom. Hy sal eers oor drie weke weer huis toe kom. Sy trek die telefoon nader en vra haar sekretaresse om asb. ŉ tafel by die hotel te bespreek vir Vrydagaand en sommer ook die kantoor personeel te laat weet dat ŉ belangrike gas kom en dat sy al die afdelings gaan besoek.

Sy vergeet van die gas wat sy moet onthaal en raak verdiep in haar werk. Teen sewe uur is sy moeg gewerk en besluit om ŉ draai by die maatskappy se gym te maak voor sy huis toe gaan. Hulle werk baie hard vir die maatskappy, maar op sy beurt sorg die baas ook baie goed vir hulle. Die gym is spesiaal ingerig vir die werknemers sodat hulle nie nog ver hoef te ry vir ontspanning nie. Hier ontspan en oefen almal op gereelde basis.

Die dag was lank en haar kop wil-wil net begin klop. Adelle is ook nie lus vir vreeslik kook nie. ŉ Slaai en ŉ bak lasagne klink na genoeg vir die aand. Dit wat oorbly, kan altyd gevries word vir ’n ander keer. Adelle besluit om eers bietjie in die sauna te gaan ontspan, voor sy huis toe gaan en met aandete begin. Daar is niemand in die sauna toe sy daar kom nie. hieroor is sy bly, want sy is glad nie lus vir mense nie. Die stilte en haar eie gedagtes is al wat sy wil hê.

Adelle gaan sit met haar rug teen die muur en maak haar oë toe. Na omtrent 5 minute, begin sy ontspan. Die hitte maak haar lomerig. Haar gedagtes dwaal tussen die waters van die see waar sy en Armand sulke wonderlike oomblikke gehad het. Sy glimlag terwyl sy elke oomblik herleef.

Sy moes ingesluimer het, want haar gedagtes het skielik net opgehou. Sy word bewus van iemand langs haar. Eers besluit sy om te maak of sy dit nie agterkom nie, maar toe die persoon oor haar wang begin streel en sy die warm asem in haar nek voel, moes sy kyk. Daar sit hy toe langs haar met so ŉ liefdevolle blik in sy oë – Armand !. Hy glimlag toe hy sien haar oë is oop. Verbaas kyk sy op na hom en toe glimlag sy.

Saggies begin hy haar soen. Al oor haar oë, langs die wang af na haar keel, terug oor haar kakebeen tot by haar lippe. Skielik word sy soen, hard en verlangend. Al die verlange van die weke neem oor. Sy voel hoe die handdoek om haar lyf losgaan en hoe sy hande haar lyf verken.

Haar hande dwaal oor sy rug, voel die spiere wat beweeg onder hulle. Die hitte van die sauna nou geen faktor meer. Haar hele lyf reageer op sy aanraking, haar vel voel of dit lewe. Armand staan op en trek haar saam. Terwyl hulle so staan, verwonder sy haar aan hom. Sweetdruppels blink op sy voorkop en lyf asof hy met olie gesmeer is.

Liggies druk Armand haar terug en met sy tong, lek hy ŉ paadjie oor haar maag. Sy hande gaan hom vooruit en haar bene gaan vanself oop. Asof dit net vir ŉ teken wag, begin die heerlikste sensasies deur haar spoel; kan sy die kreune nie keer nie. Toe sy tong afsak en begin terg, wil sy gek word. Armand lig sy kop op en glimlag. Toe trek hy haar op. Sy is nog effens lighoofdig van die sensasies, verloor haar balans en val teen sy bors. Armand gaan lê agteroor en trek haar bo-op hom. Sy gaan sit en in dieselfde beweging voel sy hoe hy in haar gly. Die wonder daarvan laat haar snak na asem. Sy raak verlore in die ritme.

Na ŉ ruk draai hy haar om en sy sak op sy skoot af. Met sy hande op haar borste sit hulle so terwyl hy haar nek soen. Toe kan nie een van hulle meer stadig nie, met passie beweeg hulle. Sy voel hoe daar van diep binne haar die grootste branders nader rol en dan breek dit oor hulle. Dit hou aan en aan. Uiteindelik val hulle uitgeput teen mekaar terwyl Armand haar baie styf vashou. Ook maar goed, want hulle lywe is so glad van die sweet dat sy bang is sy gly af. Dit was so ongelooflik lekker.

Na ŉ vinnige stort is hulle na haar huis. Van die aandete het daar niks gekom nie. Hulle het ŉ groot bord van Wimpy se hoenderslaai gekoop en so saam op die bed kom sit en eet terwyl hulle mekaar voer.

Heelwat later het hulle aan die slaap geraak - asof dit so hoort, in mekaar se arms. Die rukkie wat hulle van mekaar geskei was, vergete, asof dit nooit was nie.

Adelle word baie vroeg Vrydagoggend wakker. Sy kyk na Armand waar hy so rustig slaap. Terwyl sy na hom lê en kyk, gaan haar gedagtes onwillekeurig terug na die vorige aand se gebeure. Sy het nooit kon droom dat ŉ sauna vir sulke wonderlike oomblikke sal sorg nie. Sy glimlag sommer weer en word so lus om haar vingers deur sy hare te trek, maar sy wil hom nie wakker maak nie. Doodstil, lê sy langs hom en wag dat hy wakker word.

Toe sy oë oopgaan, soek hy dadelik na haar. Hulle het nooit die vorige aand gepraat oor sy skielike vertrek uit Durban nie, ook nie oor die gebrek aan kontak sedertdien nie. Nou voel dit ook vir haar totaal oorbodig. Na ŉ vurige môregroet wat hulle albei na asem laat snak, stort hulle vinnig en toe is hulle kantoor toe.

Armand word aan almal voorgestel en hulle beweeg deur elke afdeling. Hy is skerp en vra baie vrae. Die personeel staar die aantreklike man openlik aan. Almal weet dat Adelle getroud is en hulle kyk haar ondersoekend aan. Sy is vandag die professionele dame wat hulle ken en sowaar sy is dan glad nie beïndruk met die man nie. ŉ Paar jong meisies giggel en maak openlik ogies vir Armand, maar hy merk dit nie eens op nie.

Die aand eet hulle by die hotel waar haar sekretaresse plek bespreek het en na ete is hulle na sy hotelkamer. Daar was heelwat vrae wat Armand oor die nuwe projekte het. Tot baie laat sit hulle alles en bespreek en sy maak noukeurig aantekeninge van al sy voorstelle. Party is baie goed en ander beveg sy. Hulle stry oor die voor en nadele van haar voorstelle en uiteindelik bereik hulle ooreenkomste.

Daar, op die sitkamervloer, wys Armand weer vir haar presies hoekom sy nie met hom moet stry nie. Vir albei rus die wete dat hulle môre vroeg weer van mekaar moet skei, swaar op die hart. Hierdie keer maak hulle seker dat die herinneringe onvergeetlik sal wees.

Later in die slaapkamer, toe al die passie uitgeleef is, bespreek hulle die toekoms en wat hulle gaan doen. Nie een gaan hul huidige maats verlaat nie, maar hulle stem saam dat daar ŉ band tussen hulle is wat niemand kan verklaar nie. Hulle kom ooreen dat die tyd sal leer waarnatoe.

Saterdag is Armand huis toe en Adelle ry doelloos deur die strate. Sy mis hom en sy teenwoordigheid was vir haar gerusstellend. Later koop sy koffie by die Wimpy en sy drink stadig. Dan gaan sy terug na haar huis waar die stilte haar groet.

Sondag, lê soos ŉ berg voor haar. Gelukkig is daar wasgoed en huistakies wat aandag vereis en die voorstelle wat Armand gemaak het moet verwerk word. Haar gedagtes word weer vasgevang en dis laat Sondagaand toe Louis bel om te hoor hoe dit gaan. Hy is terug van sy sakereis en sien uit daarna om weer met haar te praat. As hy opmerk dat sy effe hartseer klink, sê hy niks. Na hulle gesprek, gaan ontspan sy lank ŉ in warm bad en toe gaan sy bed toe.

Die nuwe week sal wel vir genoegsame afleiding sorg. Sy wonder of haar baas tevrede sal wees met die uiteinde van Armand se besoek. Sy moet tog onthou om by hom te hoor wat Armand se pos nou eintlik behels en hoekom hy so ŉ belangrike werknemer is. Met hierdie laaste gedagte, raak sy uiteindelik aan die slaap en in haar drome is dit Armand wat die hele tyd om haar draai.

©Gawelina 2009

Opwindende vreemdeling - Hoofstuk 3: Terug by die huis

2010-04-21T16:09:00.001+02:00

Haar vriendin merk dadelik dat iets gebeur het, maar soos ware vriendinne maak, swyg sy eerder. Sy ken vir Adelle baie goed. Mens karring nie aan haar as sy moeilik is nie, sy sal self wanneer die tyd reg is, praat oor haar probleem. Sy laai Adelle by haar huis af en gaan terug na haar eie huis waar haar man en kinders wag. Iewers in die week sal hulle wel gesels en dan sal sy uitvind wat fout is.

Adelle maak vir haar koffie en pak dadelik haar tas uit. Sy haat tasse wat vir haar staan en kyk. Sy was sommer die wasgoed ook, daar is nie baie nie en die week wat voorlê gaan erg besig wees. Sy wil niks los vir die aande nie. Later die middag, gaan sit sy met ’n glas wyn op die stoep en vir die eerste keer laat sy haar gedagtes vry vloei na die week in Durban.

Dit is nou herinneringe wat haar lank gaan bybly, dink sy en skielik lui haar telefoon. Dis Louis, haar man. Hy wil net hoor of sy veilig terug is en hulle gesels oor die werk en dan lui hy af. Sy neem haar dagboek en maak ’n nota om die koskas aan te vul en sy drinkgoed te koop, want hy kom volgende naweek huis toe. Nog ’n week lê voor.

Armand bel nie. Sy voel effe afgehaal, maar besluit dat hy tog seker nie sal bel as sy vrou by is nie. Buitendien, hy is dalk besig met die krisis. Sy trek haar laptop nader en begin ’n verslag tik oor die week se verrigtinge. Die verslag hou haar aandag so gevange dat sy nie merk hoe die tyd verbyvlieg nie. Dis eers toe sy die koel luggie teen haar kaal arms voel, dat sy besef hoe laat dit is.

Met ’n toebroodjie en beker tee stap sy kamer toe. Sy het ook nie lank gelê nie, toe slaap sy. Haar selfoon lê in haar studeerkamer. Dit lui en lui en lui, maar Adelle hoor dit nie.

Maandagoggend, verslaap Adelle amper. Sy skrik gelukkig wakker toe die bure se hond skielik blaf en met ŉ skok sien sy dat dit 6 uur is. Sy spring op en hardloop stort toe. Daar is nie tyd vir enige rustigheid nie. Sy moet vinnig klaarmaak, want sy wil nog ’n paar dingetjies regkry op kantoor voor die weeklikse verslaggewing begin.

Sy gryp haar foon, druk dit in haar handsak en dan hardloop sy motor toe. By die kantoor is chaos. In die week wat sy weg was, het die sekretaresse se eenjarige seuntjie in die swembad geval. Die vrou is in die hospitaal by haar kind, twee kliënte wat aangedring het om slegs met haar te praat, het gedreig om hul besigheid elders te vat en haar baas is vroeg daar. Die ou is lelik omgekrap. Adelle moet dadelik inspring en red wat daar te redde is. Sy het nie tyd om na die selfoon te loer nie.

Sy werk dwarsdeur haar etensuur en dis eers teen half ses dat sy daaraan dink dat haar foon nog nie een keer vandag gelui het nie. Gewoonlik bel almal kantoor toe bedags. Sy haal die foon uit, maar omdat sy vergeet het om die battery te laai, is dit dood. Wel, dan maar huis toe gaan. Alles is weer onder beheer en die sekretaresse sal môre terug wees. Die kindjie is ontslaan en het geen skade opgedoen nie. Die oppasser was betyds.

Adelle koop slaai en broodrolletjies op pad huis toe. Sy laai die selfoon solank en gaan maak dan vir haar aandete. Terwyl die stukkie hoender gaar word, stort sy vinnig en na ete gaan sit sy op die stoep. Toe sy die selfoon aansit, sien sy die vreemde nommer. Sy ken dit nie, maar wonder tog of dit nie dalk Armand kan wees nie. Sy besluit om liewer nie te bel nie. Dalk is dit nou baie ongeleë.

Die volgende dag en die dae daarna begin in ’n patroon val. Dinge by die werk is besig, maar alles is weer op geoliede wiele. Saans dink sy vlugtig aan Armand, maar eie aan haar geaardheid, bel sy nie. Hy kan eerste bel. Sy kan Vrydagmiddag vroeër wegloop om haar inkopies te gaan doen. Daar is ook nog genoeg tyd om vinnig die aandete in die oond te kry voor sy haar man moet gaan haal.

Sy staan stil en kyk na Louis soos hy na haar toe aangestap kom. Sy ervaar weer die opgewondenheid toe hy by haar is. Dit is steeds vir haar opwindend om sy arms om haar te voel en die beloftes in sy oë laat haar opgewonde vinniger asemhaal. Net ŉ oomblik skuif Armand se beeld voor haar in, maar dit is vinnig weg toe sy Louis se arms om haar voel.

By die huis, is hulle dadelik in mekaar se arms. Kos en werk en al die ander dinge summier vergete. Hulle klere maak ŉ Hansie-en-Grietjie-paadjie slaapkamer toe. Die passie waarmee hul mekaar groet, stomend, dringend en haastig, asof hulle bang is die ander een verdwyn. Heelwat later, terwyl hulle in mekaar se arms lê, kom die gesels en die koester.

Na ŉ ruk, onthou Adelle van die kos in die oond. Gelukkig het sy die tydbeheer skedule gebruik en het die oond afgesit. Die kos kan net effe opgewarm word. Sy skep vir hulle in en Louis skink vir elkeen ŉ glas wyn. Hulle eet op die stoep. Dit is heerlik beskut en niemand sal sien hulle sit daar nie, ook nie dat hulle skynbaar vergeet het om aan te trek nie.

Dit is al laat toe hulle uiteindelik besluit om te gaan slaap. Natuurlik moet Louis eers weer seker maak dat sy nog onthou van hom. Hierdie keer is dit meer liefdevol, rustiger, maar geensins passieloos nie. So, in haar man se arms, raak sy aan die slaap.

Vieruur die oggend word sy wakker. haar eerste gewaarwording is die reuk van liefde in die lug. Deur die slaapnewels draai sy om, voel-voel na Louis, maar die bed is leeg. Die afdruk van sy kop nog steeds teen die kussing, maar sy plek koud. Hy is al ŉ rukkie weg. Sy het so lekker geslaap, so veilig gevoel, so lekker gedroom.

Sy staan op en met net haar kamerjas aan, begin sy hom soek. Die flou lig van die studeerkamer verklap sy teenwoordigheid. Adelle stap nader. Louis sit so ingedagte, besig om te werk, hy merk haar nie op nie. Stadig, saggies sluip sy nader, buk onder die tafel in en kruip tot by hom. Nog steeds is hy onbewus van haar , of is hy? Sy steek haar hand uit, die kamerjas val oop. Saggies streel sy oor sy bobeen. Hy versit net effens, maar toon geen verdere reaksie nie. Adelle gaan nog nader, vryf dringender. Sy bene gaan oop toe sy die binnekant van sy bobeen stadig opwaarts lek, dan die ander een. Haar hand kruip teen sy been op, vryf oor die ereksie wat besig is om te gebeur, dan saggies verder. Hy maak sy bene wyer oop. Nou kniel Adelle tussen hulle.

Stadig, ritmies, begin sy lek soos sy altyd haar roomys eet – lekkie vir lekkie - vryf met haar hand oor sy bene. Suig harder, dieper. Sy voel Louis verstyf, maar hy hou nie op met sy werk nie. Nou suig sy vinniger, dieper, hoor sy vingers word stil, die stoel stoot terug. Sy glimlag stil, sy het gedink hy sal nie kan aanhou werk nie. Hy stoot sy vingers deur haar hare en sy kruip op teen hom. Hul lippe ontmoet halfpad boontoe, soen met mening terwyl Adelle op sy skoot gaan sit. Terwyl Louis die heuwels een vir een suig, kruip sy hande oor haar boude, op teen haar rug. Haar rug trek agteroor, druk haar vingers in sy hare.

Dan word die lessenaar agter haar leeggemaak terwyl hy haar soen. Hy druk haar terug, vul haar en begin stadig, ritmies beweeg. Die ritme van hul liefdeslied word vinniger, dringender. Sy kreun weer, hou aan en aan, sweef in die melodie. Sy word meegevoer deur die klanke van sy stem in haar ore, die ritme dringend, hard, diep in haar gepomp. Dan voel sy hoe die branders van die see al nader aan die rotse kom, hoe hy verstyf, kloppend, warm binne-in haar, die branders uitlok. Dan kom die klimaks, weer en weer, lank en polsend. Uitgeput val hy later op haar neer, asems jaag, harte klop vinnig, toe tel hy haar op sy skoot, hou haar styf vas. Sy lê haar kop teen sy wang, voel die oggendbaard teen haar wang krap.

Adelle weet nie hoe lank hulle so gesit het nie, maar na ŉ lang ruk is sy terug bed toe en Louis het gou die laaste dele van die verslag klaar getik. Hy moes langs haar kom inkruip het, want toe sy weer wakker word, slaap hy rustig langs haar.

Sondagmiddag het Adelle hom teruggevat lughawe toe. Die afskeid, soos gewoonlik nie lekker nie, want hulle het nie geweet wanneer hulle skedules ŉ weersiens moontlik sal maak nie. Sy is terug huis toe en begin die plek leefbaar maak. Môre is weer Maandag en daar is heelwat werk wat nog gedoen moet word.

Later toe sy in haar bed lê, wonder sy hoekom Armand nog nie gebel het nie. Dalk is hy ook maar een van daardie manne wat sy kanse benut en dan vlug dink sy. Sy raak vinnig aan die slaap en in haar drome is dit Armand wat vir haar wink.

©Gawelina 2009

Herfsdromertjie

2010-04-20T15:31:00.001+02:00

Die ou prentjie het ek al baie lank in my besit.

Nog nooit regtig daarna gekyk as iets wat ek meer mee wil doen as sommer net kyk omdat dit mooi is nie. Toe kry ek die behoefte om die bankie te teken en ek doen dit. Die bank is natuurlik toe nie mooi in die middel van die papier nie en ek begin goed byteken om die verhoudings reg te kry. Daar word dit 'n heerlike spel en onthoumiddag. Die een skets word later nog ene vanuit 'n ander hoek gesien.

So het ek toe die ou bankie geteken en was die lus vir eers geblus. Sondagaand kry ek toe weer 'n lus - nie vir eet of drink of enigiets onheiligs nie, maar vir my ou prentjie. Ek besluit om die dogtertjie te probeer.

Die skets was heerlik, maar toe ek klaar is, is sy wraggies weer hier onder in die hoek van die papier. Ek het twee keer probeer om haar in die middel van die papier te kry, maar dit was verniet. Ek kon haar net nie weer regkry nie. Of haar kop is te groot of die bank is skeef. Toe teken ek maar vir haar 'n boom. Nou sit sy onder die boom en droom.

Ek wil nog probeer om 'n seuntjie ook op die bankie te sit. Die groot vraag is nou of ek dit sal regkry. Ek kan uit die kop probeer, maar o genade, die proporsies en dinge gaat lol. Intussen sal ek soek vir prentjies wat min of meer die toneel het wat ek soek. Dalk kom die goeie muse weer en bearbei die potlood.

Kosmos die genadeblomme?

2010-04-11T18:41:00.001+02:00

I saw these flowers in front of our local library. They were so beautiful, I had to try and draw them. The result was so amazing, my eldest daughter immediately took it for her room.

Kosmosse in 'n dorp? Nie so ongelooflik nie. Hierdie kosmosse het ek voor ons biblioteek gesien en dadelik wou ek dit teken. Dit het werklik nie onaardig uitgekom nie en Ousus het dit vir haar kamer geannekseer.

Roses are red, or are they?

2010-04-11T18:38:00.001+02:00

Vriende is so wonderlik. Ek vertel vir vriendin hoe ek nie kan rose teken nie. Sy gooi my toe met weblinks wat jou stap vir stap wys hoe om dit te doen en 'n uur later teken ek rose wat amper herkenbaar is.

My friend did not want to except that I cannot draw a rose. She showered me with weblinks that teaches you how to draw a rose. An hour later, I drew my first almost recognisable rose.

Uit toeka se dae.

2010-04-11T18:34:00.001+02:00

Ek het my oudhede begin afstof en toe roep hulle om geteken te word. Ek deel graag met julle.

I started to dust down my golden oldies. They were so beautiful that I could not resist drawing them. Hope you enjoy this.

nog sketse.

2010-01-18T16:43:00.002+02:00

een waterverfskildery op verskillende plekke onder die lapa afgeneem met die selfoon. Kyk hoe verander die kleur.

Haar naam is Mara.

2010-01-18T16:21:00.001+02:00

Hier in die stilte van haar hoekie, bekyk sy die wêreld om haar. Dis ŉ nuwe jaar met nuwe uitdagings, maar vir haar strek hy lank en eentonig voor haar uit. Al die dinge wat haar soveel plesier verskaf het, het hul glans verloor. Sy het haar stem verloor, voel dit vir haar. Haar gedagtes neem vrye teuels en hardloop sommer so sonder rigting - al verder en verder...
Snaaks hoe vriende verdwyn as jou stem stil raak. Sy het dit dikwels gehoor, maar nog nooit self ervaar nie. Jy het baie vriende, maar op ‘n dag besef jy, jy is alleen. Niemand doen die moeite om te kontak nie. Toe jy hulle telkens gekontak het, was hulle jou vriende. Het hulle omgegee, maar toe jou stem begin stil raak omdat die seer te erg raak, toe is die verbinding verbreek.
Noudat sy hier in fetusposisie sit, arms koesterend om haar bene gevou, voel sy die eensaamheid van die massa aan. Hoe is dit moontlik dat mens tussen so baie mense, so verskriklik eensaam kan voel? Dit behoort ook nie vir haar snaaks te wees nie, want vir ŉ hele klompie jare nou al, is sy eensaam, afgestomp in haar keuses.
En dis dan wat jy besef, die wêreld verstaan nie. Nie regtig nie. Almal weet reeds wat die regte geluide is om te maak, maar bitter, bitter min verstaan werklik hoe dit voel. Die samelewing het ŉ norm waarvolgens mense geoordeel word en as jy afwyk van daardie norm, dan is jy uit. Finish en klaar. ŉ Sondaar wat na die buitenste duisternis van hulle bestaan geskuif moet word. Die semels waarmee hulle nie meng nie.
Wie besluit dan ook nou wat is die korrekte ding om te doen? Van wanneer af is dit sonde om vriende van die teenoorgestelde geslag te hê? Van wanneer af moet jy 24/7 beskikbaar wees vir jou gesin, sonder ŉ “afperiode” waar jy kan dink en doen wat jy wil en waar hulle nie ingesluit is nie? Hoekom mag mens nie maar soms doen wat JY graag wil doen nie. Hoekom moet dit altyd ander mense insluit?

Hoe meer hoekoms sy vra, hoe stywer gaan haar arms om haar bene.
Hoe kleiner die bondeltjie, hoe skraler die kans om raakgesien te word. As jy nie raakgesien word nie, sal hulle dalk van jou vergeet. As hulle van jou vergeet, kan jy dalk ontsnap. Ontsnap? Waarheen? Wie wil nou ŉ vet, veertig something vrou raaksien? Wie wil nou haar waarde soek as jou eie waarde soveel beter is? Waar kry mens na soveel jare werk en blyplek en wat van jou kinders? Mens los tog nie vlees van jou vlees sommer so in hul genade oor nie. Die twee oudstes is okey, want hulle werk al, maar die jongstes is nog op skool. Gr. 11 en gr. 10. Mens skuif nie kinders in hierdie grade nie. Sy is vas. Of sy dit nou wil weet of nie. Sy is vas. Gefnuik.
Hoe beland ŉ mens in so ŉ posisie? As kind het almal altyd gesê die toekoms lê blink voor haar. Gmf... amper lag sy hardop. Watter toekoms lê blink voor ŉ kind aan die verkeerde kant van die spoor? Geleenthede was daar toe, maar toe kom die man op die toneel. Nie een van die blink stefaanse van die bodorp nie, maar darem ook nie een van die skollies van haar omgewing nie. ŉ Doodgewone man met ŉ doodgewone salaris wat haar ŉ doodgewone lewe gee. Vir haar, die mooi, skrander dogter van die skrynwerker.

Aanvanklik het sy gedink dis nou geluk. En weliswaar was hulle gelukkig. Vier doodgewone kinders, ŉ doodgewone huis en ŉ doodgewone, afgeslote leefwyse. Geen rimpels op die water nie. Geen ongewone gebeurtenisse nie. Haar drome en talente begrawe onder die dekmantel van vrou en ma wees.
Sy druk haar bene nog stywer teen haar lyf vas. Hoekom het sy tog verander? Hoekom het sy tog daardie verdomde boek van die skool uitgegrawe. Hy kon mos maar daar in die doos onder in die kas gebly het. Dan het sy nooit onthou van haar drome nie. Dan het sy nooit onthou van haar vriende nie en dan het sy nooit onthou hoe lief sy vir ander mense is nie.
Sy sug en staan op. Wat help dit tog om te sit en dink. Gedagtes bring jou nêrens. Haar naam is Mara. Bitter. So is sy gedoop en so sal sy doodgaan. Reeds by geboorte is haar lot al bepaal. Bitter. Sy snork onvroulik by die gedagte, vryf haar bene wat seer en styf is van die posisie waarin hulle so lank was, en loop dan kombuis toe om aandete te maak.
Mara.
Bitter.

©Gawelina2010

Karel Kraai gesels oor...

2010-01-09T14:30:00.001+02:00

4. Eerste huise

Môre Petrussie. Ag hemel, wat ‘n week was dit nou nie! Ek kan skaars glo dis al weer ‘n nuwe jaar. Die rustydjie voel vir my altevol baie of daar gesteel is vannie tyd. So tussennie feesdae deur het ekkie vrou en kinners vir ‘n vliegtoer deurie veld gevat. Ag hemel, ou Petrussie, ek moessit nie gedoen hettie.
Ons vlieg toe mos so verbyrie nessie waar ons heel eerste gebly het. Jy sallie glo nie. Daar was allie jare mos huurders in en my broer moesie plek oppas. Ou Petrus, dis nag! Die kinners wou opsluit gaan sien hoe lykie plek. Die vrou het eers gekeer en als, maar ek kon sien haar hart is nog daar.
Mensig, maar dis verniel! Die vloer vannie nes is geplunder man. Die vere en blink goedjies wat so met sorg ingevleg het nadat ekkie huis gebou het, is uitgepluk. Ag ennit was altooslik haar trots – daai mooi vloere. Ek kon sommer sien sy issie gelukkig orie besigheid nie. Daar innie een hoekie was nog van die blink goete waarvoor sy so baie lief was. Ek heddit maar uitgehaal en vir haar saamgebring na ons nessie toe.
Ag ou Petrus, die kinners wil hê ek moet die nessie regmaak vir ‘n naweek nes of vakansienes, marrie vrou wil niks wetie. Sy sê dit sal beter wees om ‘n nuwe nes te bou, maar in elk geval het sy nou al haar smaak virrie nes verloor. Sy gattie weer soontoe nie.
Nou weet ek okkie wat om te makie. Tyd sal seker ma leer. Jong, huurders is ‘n pes sê ekke vir jou. Ek het destydsie nes netjies tussennie takke gebou solat die nes lekker koelte kon kry. Jong, die hele blare om die nes is geplunder. Dis ‘n kale besigheid daar. Niks oorgebly nie.
Elke keer assie vrou so na die blink goete in ons nes kyk, dan blink haar oge so snaaks. Ek wetie meer wat om te sê of te doen lat sy moet vergeet van haar mooi nes ’ie. Ekkit maar my bes gedoen om ons nuwe nes nog mooier te maak vi haar. Dalk helpit lat sy vergeet vannie ou ene wat nou so gehawend daar uitsien.
Ek moet eintlik my broer aanvat oorlat hy nie gekyk hettie, maar vir sy bakleiery is ek okkie lussie. Die vent is altooslik mos aan die kortste ent. Niemand het hom liefie en allemal is teen hom. Og, die vrou kan vies raak vi hom.
Nou ja Petrussie, die trane is afgevee, die goetjies is in ons nessie en allemal is weer hêppie. Ek sien die vrou kry nog so affentoe ‘n traantjie in die oge, maar allemal is weer rustig. Ek gaan jou nou eers groet. Wil so ‘n nuwe blink dingetjie gaan soek ommie vrou mee te bederf. Jy moet mooi bly eers hoor. Ek sien jou hopelik weer môre.

I made love to the sun today.

2010-01-04T07:44:00.002+02:00

He called me from his bed outside,
and whispered of desire -
lured me with his loving voice;
my body he wanted to admire.

I felt warm kisses caressing my face.
I stretched my limbs and arched my neck,
I met his warm embrace
as shivers ran down my back.

Enchanting peaks he saw
when he moved to my naked breasts.
The sight left me in awe
when I saw his manly chest

In his warmth my body lay,
while he caressed my knee and thigh.
I softly cried for more, when he made
me fly to clouds up high.

The scent of heat was tempting sweet,
and made me ask for more.
I lost myself in the enticing heat,
that scorched my skin so sore.

Then the taste of love awakened me.
from my exotic dream.
Red and hot my skin will be
for I forgot the sunblock cream.

I made love to the sun today.
Not something I normally do.
It was an historical day
and very lovely too.

©Gawelina 2010

Karel Kraai gesels oor kersfees.

2009-12-26T06:27:00.002+02:00

Môre ou Petrussie. Skuus, ek was bietjie skaars jong, maar ai dit was mos Kersfees gister. Jong, die vrou was kwaai die laaste paar dae. Ek mag nie die nes verlaat nie en as ek dit doen, mag dit net wees om kos of blink goete te soek. Hemeltjie, sy is erg oor daai blink goete jong. En kwaai! Jy wil nie weet nie.

Ewentewel, ons het die Kersfees darem vreeslik geniet ook. Dit het mos gereën so ’n paar dae gelede en toe het daar poeletjies water oral op die grond gelê. Ek en die kinders het een poeletjie so bietjie reggepluk en met grassies en goed mooi gemaak vir Kersfees en siedaar! Ons het ‘n swembad gehad. Het die hele dag nie van die kinders gewetie. Jong, ek het self ook so teen agtermiddag se kant daar ‘n draai gemaak. Toe is hierie kraai vir jou warm en moeg hoor!

Die skoonmense het mos by ons kom eet en ek moes op en af vlieg vir kos. Ennie vrou order net daar uit haar hoek vannie nes. Bring dit, bring dat en Karel moet vlieg. Genade, en kan daai kraaie vir jou eet! Ek het my flou gevlieg om almal se mage vol te kry, maar elke tevrede glimlag oppie kraaivrou se gesig het my maar weer laat vlieg, want ’n tevrede kraaivrou is ’n gelukkige kraaiman sê hulle mos altyd.

So, hoe was jou Kersfees ou Petrus? Ek sien jou huismense is weg. Seker maar erg alleen nè. En dan sit jy ook nog so hier op jou eentjie die hele tyd. Weet jy, mense is darem snaakse goed. Ek vlieg mos so oor een huis en ek sien die spul kuier te lekker. Dis net kos en drank ennie manne is vrolik. Anner huise se mense doen weer anders. Hulle gaan kerk toe. Was jy al in ‘n kerk? Ek was al een keer. Ek het daar oorgevlieg en gesien die deur is oop. Toe vlieg ek in om te gaan kyk wat daar aangaan. Net ’n klomp mense wat sit en luister hoe een mens aanmekaar praat, maar weet jy, ek was glattie bang daarbinne nie. Dit was so rustig. Daar was baie blink goed ook, maar ek het nie eens lus gehad om dit te vat nie. Ek het so ’n rukkie gesit en luister en toe vat ek maar weer pad. Kan okie te lank stilsit nie, dan soekie vrou en daar was okie kos nie. Snaaks, dit wassie lekker om weg te vliegie, dit het kompleet gevoel of ons Hemelse Vader met my daar praat. Net soos Hy soggens vroe met my praat assie son opkom.

Jong, Petrus, ek verstom my annie mense. Jy moet sien hoe maak hulle goed in sulke bont papier toe. Vir dae het ek hulle dopgehou deurie vensters. Dit het omtrent baie tyd gevat om die goed so toegedraai te kry. En sowaar eergisteraand hoor ek ’n lawaai en ek loop kyk. Magties! Sal die kinders nie die mooi papier sommer afskeurie! Ek wou eers ’n bek opsit, maar toe dog ek: “Karel Kraai, wil jy nou Roast Chicken wees die aand voor Kersfees? Hou jou bek styf toe.” Die Mammas wat so hard gewerk het, hettie eens gerasie en die kinders was so bly. Die grootmense was net so in hulle skik mettie goed wat onder die papier uitkom. Dink jy dit is soos mense dit doen? My vrou sal niks daarvan hou as ek die blink goed in blare moet toedraai nie. Dan issit mos weer goed wat sy uitie nes moet opruim, sien. En sy hou net niks daarvan dat ek en die kinders vir haar ekstra werk moet makie.

Petrus, dink jy ons Hemelse Vader sorg virrie mense ook? Hulle is altooslik so besig en jaag vannie een plek narie anner plek. Hulle kannie so rustig soos ons lewe nie. Ek wonner maar net, nè.

Nou ja, ou Petrussie. My vroeë kuiertjie by jou moet ook nou eers weer klaarkry. Die vrou en kinners is nou nou wakker en dan moetie kos regstaan. Ek sien jou hopelik weer môre se koers. Tata eers hoor.

Sketse 2

2009-12-18T14:52:00.003+02:00

Karel Kraai gesels oor...vriende

2009-12-16T13:20:00.001+02:00

(met die toestemming van vriendin Raaitjie, gaan ek en Karel Kraai bietjie gesels. Sommer net die gedagtes laat gaan oor alles en nog wat. Dalk word Karel Kraai en Petrus Padda nog ‘n kinderverhaal ook.)

Môre vriend Petrus. Sjoe, dis weer vroeg warm vroe-oggend. Hoe jy dit uithou in hierie hitte weet ek wraggies nie. Gelukkig is jy naby die water as jy wil afkoel nè. Hemel, en in al die maande wat ek elke oggend hier by jou kom kuier, het jy ook noggie eens een woord gepraat nie. Dis ook maar reg so, weet jy. Wat ek jou vertel, is dan mos werklik ’n geheim en ek hoeffie bekommerd te wees dat iemand daarvan sal wetie.
Wee jy hoe skaars is vrinne wat luister? Almal het mos aljimmers iets te sê en raad om uit te dele. Kompleet of hulle presies weet waardeur jy gaan. Ja, en dan kry jy die vrinne wat alles erger of beter as jy het. Dit is nou vrinne wat my melk sommer innie yskas suur maak.
Ek lees mos vanoggend op die forum. O ja, jy weet mos ek kuier graag op forums rond. Interessant hoe mense is weet jy. Party hol mos wraggies sommer nou-nou met ‘n ding weg, nes die agterperd wat op die July sy tweede asem gekry het. En dan hardloop hy sommer so woerts warts by almal se begrip verby. Nou waar was ek nou weer?

O ja, ek lees daar van iemand wie se vrind nou iemand se foto iewers het. Moet tog nou net nie vra waar nie, want net toe skrou een van die kraaie en magoed is net daar so vies soos tien en gaat aant skroue saam met die kind. Ekke skrik sommer. Dog dis ek wat weer fout gemaak het, ewentewel, ek lees dat die ou se vrou toe effe moerig is oor die foto en toe moet sy pel nou help dat hy uit die moeilikgeit kom. Ag vadertjie tog Petrussie, dis nou ‘n lollery hoor. Wat doen ’n vrind nou in so ‘n geval? Ekke sal mos in my nes verdwaal as ek voor so ’n ding moet kom!

Ag en die vrou het ‘n vriendin. Mooie kraaivrou daai hoor! So verloor sy mos een van haar kuikens. Skaars uitgebroei, toe is sy dood en vrou was hartseer hoor. Die vriendin ook. Sal jy glo, kom daar so anner kraaivroumens en vertel vir vriendin, dis beter as wat die kuiken nou sou lewe en later eers doodgaan. Dan is kraai se kind glo al te diep in kraaima se hart gekruip. Goeie lieven loven mens! Vrinne vertel mos nie sulke goed vir ‘n treurende kraaima nie! My ou wyfietjie was erg ontsteld. Ek moes omtrent gaan blink goete soek om haar weer haarselwers te kry.

Ag tog, soms wens ek jy wil net so af en toe ’n hmm uitlaat, dat mens darem net kan hoor jy slaap nie. Ewentewel, vrinne is arige goed hoor. Ek sien my swaer het so ‘n probleem met vrinne. Toe die ou nou nog ’n belangrike kraai was, het die kraaie sy nes stofdig gesit, maar toe gaan lol hy mos met ’n paar jong kraaitjies. Siestog, ook maar lus. Ou padda, en daar vang hulle hom mos toe nou uit. Oe, dit was ‘n arige besigheid. Die ou swaer stry en hy huil en wragantag, net toe alamal hom begin glo, kry hy mos ‘n dop te veel in en daar bieg hy sommer alles. Die vrou is in trane en haar suster wil niks hoor nie. staan by haar man en al daai strooi. Nou waar is die stofsitters? Alamal weggelê. G’n vrinne van ‘n dag oud nie. Mooiweers vrinne sê ek vir jou. Is vrinne dan nie veronderstel om by jou te staan of jy nou sit en of jy nou lê nie?
Ek is so bly ek het vir jou ou paddatjie. Jy het nog nooit vir my gelos lat ek allenig is nie. Jy het nog nie my dop kom opdrink nie, nog nie my vrou gegooi met die oog nie en ook nie my kinders verjaag van jou poeletjie nie. Ag ja, en jy het ook nog nie al my skinnerstories uitvertel nie. Jy is ‘n vriend duisend man.

Nou ja, ek gaat groet. Die vrou soek nuwe blink goedjies virrie nes. Ek moet loop soek anders slaap ek vannag oppie tak. Mooi bly eers ou Petrus. Ons gesels weer môre.

Karel Kraai gesels oor...gaste en huis skoonmaak

2009-12-16T13:19:00.003+02:00

2. gaste en huis skoonmaak

Môre Petrussie. Ag hemel jong, dis nag by my nes sê ekke vir jou. Helemal nag. Die vrou kry mos nou gaste uit die Kaap sien. Belangrike mense smaak dit my en dit word nes skoongemaak vir ŉ vale. Nie en veer word in vrede gelaat nie. Dié dat ek maar hier by jou kom sit eers. Netnou maar moet ek ook help en jy weet hierie rug van my lol nou rêrig erg vandat.. ag ja. kom ons sê ma net hy lol erg.

Ek sien jy smaail alweer so allenig by jouselwers. Jy kan bly wees hier is nie ŉ paddavroutjie wat jou rondstuur nie. Is g’n niks lekker nie. Ek sit nog vanoggend vroe so met my kop onder my vlerk toe hoor ek net die vrou skree: “Karel Kraai, vir wat sit en slaap jy terwyl ons almal werk?!” Maak ek my een oog so effe oop en ek sien kraai kinners en vrou alte besig.

Elke veer word opgelig en onder skoongemaak. Al die blink goete eenkant toe geskuif. ŉ Arige besigheid hoor. En almal se beddegoed moet son kry en my gunsteling veer word uitgegooi. Glo te oud en verweer vir die gaste. Gmf... hy het nou net lekker sy vorm gekry. Nou moet ek weer ŉ ander tv-veer gaan soek. En ek moet sorg dat die kjenners kos kry, want vrou is nou te besig.

Ek het my stilletjies weggevat toe die spulletjie nou klaar geskree het en nie meer kos soek nie. Netnou maar wil hulle my vere ook oplig. ŉ Man het mos darem sy trots.

Ek hoor die vrou sê daar kom vier kraaie. Gelukkig was ek mos ŉ slim kraai. Ek ken my Susara mos nie van vandag af nie. Ek het my skoonma destyds net so een kyk gegee en besluit Karel Kraai, hierdie vrou is groot. Jou vrou kan na haar ma aard, jy beter groot nes bou. En ek hét groot nes gebou hoor! Daar is plek vir sommer baaaaie kraaie in daai nes. Nou is ek bly, want anders moes ek sweerlik nog vandag aanbou ook.

Ag jimmel, en ek moet bank toe gaan. Die vrou soek baie geld, want daar moet genoeg kos wees. Gaste kan nie van oorskiet lewe nie. Dis ŉ gespyskaart opstellery – te naar. Ek sien al hoe vlieg ek vandag nog die wêreld vol om kos te gaat soek. En soos ek my Susara ken, gaat daar nuwe blink goete vir die nes ook gesoek moet word. Sy hou van afwys en spoggerig wees. Dis nou van my Susara. Netjiese kraaivrou daai. Kan met haar spog.

Ag, as sy tog net meer huiswerk gedoen het, maar sy skryf mos nou deesdae stories. Dis die hele dag vorie rekenaar. Van vroeg tot laat en ons vere lyk te naar. Ek het al gedink ek moet ŉ ander kraaiwyfie kry om my vere reg te stryk, maar een kyk in Susara se rigting, laat my weer los. Mens sukkel nie met haar as sy kwaad is nie. Skeermeslem se moses - daai stem van haar.

Ou Petrus, ek hoor daar kom ŉ mannetjie saam. Dankie tog vir dit. Ek sal hom maar moet nooi om saam met my die sononder hier by jou dammetjie te kom geniet. Hom sommer kom wys waar kruip ek weg as die vrou te erg raak. Kraaie weet nooit wanneer die wyfies p.e.l-sindroom kry nie. O ja, jy ken nie p.e.l – sindroom nie. Die pre-eier- lê sindroom. Oeee, lelike affêre daai! Hulle raak erg moerig hoor en dan moet kraaimannetjies net koes. Nee, ek sal die ou definitief môre-aand aan jou kom voorstel hoor.

Nou ja, la’k maar eers loop kyk wat daar by die nes aangaan. My hulp gaat aanbied, dalk kry ek vanaand ŉ lekker slaapplekkie of nog meer. Sien jou môre ou Petrus.

Sketse

2009-12-15T22:13:00.003+02:00

Die volgende sketse is my probeerslae. Dit is min of meer in volgorde, maar nie noodwendig van begin af nie.

Waarom is ek hier?

2009-12-14T11:34:00.001+02:00

Hemel, die blond raak erg hoor. En die heel ergste is dat sy nie eens meer 'n blond is nie. Ek gaan al my geskrifte hier kom plak. Hier wil ek myself bemark en hier wil ek lekker saam met my vriende kuier. Hier wil ek ook nie worry oor wat ander mense gaa dink of sê nie. Ek belowe julle, dit gaan nie pornografie wees nie, maar wees ook gewaarsku - ek vat julle nie op 'n Sondagskool uitstappie nie.

Ek het nog steeds my waardes en my sedes, maar ek gaan nie my seksualiteit ontken nie. Alle mense is gebore met dit en dis natuurlik soos wat dit van die begin af bedoel is. Ek is ook nie 'n voorstaander vir losse sedes nie, so moenie dink ek gaan dit bemark nie. In vandag se samelewing kan mens egter nie met oogklappe loop nie. Mens moet weet wat aangaan, sonder dat jy noodwendig saamgaan.

So kom lees wat ek skryf en kom kyk wat ek probeer teken. Plak gerus jou mening daarby, maar onthou ook dat jy aan jou woorde en dade geken word. Ek is nie hier om mense se karakters aan te vat nie en ook nie om mense te bespreek en seer te maak nie. Hou dit van jou kant af asb. ook so.