He needs a diaper
Opula and Azuaka Jnr sat in the doctor’s office, impatiently waiting for his arrival. They best communicated to each other with series of sighs and reserved silence which the rustling noise of the ceiling fan tampered with. They saw short colorful placards on the wall with appealing inscriptions;
KEEP IN TOUCH WITH DR EZE. I LOVE DR EZE. SHARE IT WITH DR EZE.
An assembly of the awards he had won scattered on the shelf and it encouraged Azuaka Jnr. to slightly shake his head.
He had known Dr Eze to be their family doctor since his childhood and to an extent, he rendered possible help in the funeral of his parents. With his phobia for medicine he never knew there was so much success in it that Dr Eze could acquire fifty awards. Maybe that was why his parents wanted him to study medicine, he thought. It was the same phobia for medicine that remained the pivot of quarrel between him and his parents. They never wanted him to succeed them. They thought they would live forever, publishing Legal Dailies and fetching justice for the voiceless not until their assassination.
Opula was still red. Quietness captured her being as she could not imagine herself involved with the accruable pains of hospital Nku was really dragging her into it. She breathed heavily as the nauseating smell of drugs nagged at her. She wished she could answer the questionable thought that burrowed through her mind.
The door creaked open and Dr Eze walked in, with his oxford knocking on the marbled floor. He was skinny, tall, with baby looks that hid an old being. Ever since Azuaka Jnr. knew him he always held a cheerful smile, even after witnessing the death of a beloved patient. As he sat down with his smiles held he looked at Azuaka Jnr. and then Opula before he frowned disappointedly.
Opula stared with a scowl. She thought it was death news. “What is it, doctor? Please, say something. I can bear it.”
“Is she your wife, Azuaka?” Dr Eze asked, pointing at her with the strength of a kid pointing at an offender.
Azuaka Jnr. turned to Opula and smacked his lips as though the question was a candy in his mouth. “No, but she could be the lucky one,” he replied and Opula rolled her eyes at him and sighed.
“Ok, young lady. I’m Doctor Eze, Azuaka’s family doctor. Just be calm. I can assure you my cooperation,” he said and Opula stared into his face with rapt attention. Dr Eze continued. “The young man you brought is a victim of consistent anal penetration which had damaged his anal muscles.”
“What!” Azuaka Jnr. exclaimed, clicking his fingers. “How, doctor?” he asked as Opula kept at her silence.
“Similar medical histories we have had were stereotypes of rough gay partners, of which most are consensual with little or no trace of abuse. His partners penis has been penetrating his anus. For now he has a straight leakage down there and maybe needing a diaper.”
“Diaper?” asked Azuaka Jnr. with rage.
“Yes,” replied Dr Eze.
“What size then. We need to prevent further leakage. I mean his anus is not fuel pipe.” said Azuaka.
“I will prescribe that before you leave.”
“That is my boyfriend. He is not gay,” cried Opula as she winced and stared in the ceiling.
“Enough reason you must meet with him and know what you really need to know, but not now. He is resting. You can only see him through the diaphanous glass shield.” Dr Eze said.
Opula left the office in tears. Azuaka Jnr walked to her side as they stared at Nku through the diaphanous glass shield. He looked at Opula and saw how tears welled up in her eyes. He patted her shoulders, trying to nurse her. While Azuaka stared at Nku, gruesome memory of how his noble parents lay in the casket struck in his head; how they were well suited with flower vase squeezed into their hands, how his beautiful mother borrowed the grace of an angel and his father, despite his thick lips and wide nose, became miraculously handsome. His heart became heavy as he desperately fought back the tears. He noticed the unkind sight of Nku was reducing Opula to tears then he took her into the truck outside.
Opula had been with Nku’s phone, seriously surfing through the love messages he shared with Sen. Madu, constant buzzing of phone calls from Sen. Madu, erotic pictures they had in shower and a one minute video of Sen. Madu penetrating Nku’s anus like two hungry dogs. She kept a copy on her phone and inwardly piled all the questions she would ask Nku when he gained consciousness.
Azuaka Jnr. was unwilling to turn on the engine. He kept staring at Opula who folded her arms, looking all red. “You’ve had a grueling day. You need a cool shower and coffee,” said Azuaka Jnr.
“Not until I file a lawsuit,” Opula said coldly.
“What?”
“You heard me right,” she intoned.
“No. No. Not yet. For all I care this could be consensual,”
She cut in with rage. “Damn it. He is my boyfriend. He is not gay. We grew up together.”
“Heh change; the constant thing remember. We need to know who this man is. From his titled name, Senator; you should know he is a politician.”
“I don’t give a damn!” She barked him down. “He must be brought to book. He just tampered with the wrong man and I’ll make him pay.”
“Why don’t you relax while I investigate this and get you a feedback? I won’t involve the police. For now we need to get your baby N out of this mess. Come on, at his age, with those looks, using diapers? We actually have angry lovers, I tell you. That senator is one,” he hilariously said.
Opula gave him an inimical stare. “Take me out of here now!” she ordered.
“Media home or Festac?” asked Azuaka Jnr, playfully shaking his head.
“Take me out of here now before I get mad at you!” she barked.
“I will take it for media home then,” he said and the engine came on before the truck purred away.
As he drove home, he wished he could seize this opportunity to charm Opula into his bed, make love to her in a maddening way and consume her virginity. He looked forward to that…
“I must fuck her tonight,” he said in his head, and stole a glance at her bust, and thick spotless thighs that filled her short gown; and his erection built up slowly.
Something was about to strike…