Chapter 140

To Hell with Marriage

“You just have to calm down,” he obliged, “This car cost me a fortune to buy it, you know.”

“I don’t give a damn if its cost you all the balls in your generation to buy it,” she dragged her brow at him, “The fact now is that your almighty car is keeping us stranded already, even the boneshaker owned by my granny would never pull up this shit.” She opened the door, alighted and banged the door without any iota of respect for its luxuries.

Rodriguez stroked his hair, gritted, hit his hand on the steering. “Fuck! Fuck!” he cursed, alighted too and pulled over to the bonnet.

Jacy was already aside, watching out for any oncoming vehicle that she could hike and finish up her journey.

“What are you doing?” he queried, staring at the network of engines, plugs and steel fittings that filled the bonnet. When he got quiet for an answer, he said remorsefully, “You just have to hold on. New cars don’t do shit. I am going to fix it now and we wi