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ACHIEVABABE:
I love dis story,its so touchin

Am glad you love it

Cybershow:
its a touchin story.

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folawiyoma:
Touching.

Thank You

I NEVER GOT DRUNK ENOUGH TO FORGET HER.
BY AKPEM TERESE SHADRACH.
Marrying Linda was the best thing that ever happened to my life. We first met 12 years ago when I got admission in a medical school which she also happened to make the list.
I had arrived the venue that day quiet early so I sat behind the hall while I waited for the registration officers to come and clear us. It was at this point that I saw her entering the hall. The sight of her triggered a strange sensational feeling inside of me. I watched her keenly as she walked to the front of the building. She wore a blue jeans with a turtle neck sweater that matched her multicolored snickers. I had been looking at her for about 2minutes and she suddenly looked in my direction and caught my gaze which I didn’t bother to remove. Looking at her directly, I loved the way her hair was packed behind her back. I could guess it was her natural endowment as it appeared pitch black and was glistening which to me was a perfect match with her seemingly fair and delicate skin. I couldn’t miss her prominent dimples either…I loved them jealously.
Some few moments passed and the officers arrived so we were all inline to undergo the process. I deliberately ensured that I queued behind her so I could get an opportunity to speak with her. When I finally did, I was impressed that she had both beauty and brains. She wasn’t just a physical beauty; she had a beautiful personality. Her friendly nature gave me an edge to get a better acquaintance. When we finally finished for the day, I offered to buy her lunch but she politely declined but I was not offended because I was sure it was the beginning of good things for both of us.
We all left to resume school in a month so during that period, I ensured the first and last person I spoke with on phone was her since she refused to grant me the request of visiting her at home claiming there was no basis for that just yet.
I was happy I was resuming to start my dream course but deep in me, I knew that the excitement was hyped with the fact that I was going to see Linda.
When we started classes, she had by now known my mindset and been one that was always straight to the point, she made it clear she wasn’t going into any relationship just yet and would like to keep us as just friends…for now. I respected her stand on the matter, after all I was determined to wait for her no matter what.
While I waited for her, I was sure of one thing: she saw the seriousness in my genuity. She finally answered my request after 3years to be the love of my life and from that day on, I knew for sure that I wanted to grow old with her. Even though the thought was a little intimidating, I was determined to see it through.
We finally graduated as medical doctors then I proposed to her. Her reply didn’t surprise me yet I was very excited about the fact that she was going to be my wife. We came up to be best friends so the privilege of having someone who would be both a wife and a friend made me extremely happy.
Our wedding was next to none yet it wasn’t a match to what our honeymoon turned out to be. I gave her the liberty to choose where she wanted it and she went for Obudu Cattle ranch. A day after our wedding, we embarked on the journey of our lives and as we left, we locked the world outside and all that was left was me and my wife.
Even though I had tried to imagine what that experience would be like, she still had me in the box and made every moment breathtaking. The kisses, cuddles, love making, sightseeing, swimming, jokes, plays, walks…it was all spectacular.
3 weeks into our honey moon, she surprised me when I walked in after an early morning jog which she had declined from following me that morning. I met her standing in her night dress with her hands behind her back in the middle of our hotel room and I can’t forget the words she said to me:
“Sweetheart, I tested today and its positive. I am going to give you a son” she said showing me the pregnancy test strip she was holding behind her back. Of course I knew she was going to get pregnant but the joy of been a father was unimaginable. I hugged her passionately with the words “I love you my baby” flowing endlessly from my mouth. Promising me a boy meant she really understood that inner part of me that lacked a voice.
Our honeymoon had come and gone and by now, she was heavy with our baby. I was confident she was going to bear me a son; so much that I kicked against her request to run a scan.
The day finally came. It was in the middle of the night when she started screaming so I gently walked her to the car trying not to upset more pain.
I drove her to the hospital and she was taken to the theatre. While I waited for the doctor and his team to deliver her of my son, I paced down and up the hall way like a job seeker awaiting an employment list. One nurse came out after another without saying a word to me and this heightened my frustration but I told myself that it was just a delivery so nothing was going to go wrong.
After 3hours of anticipation, I saw the door of the theatre open and the doctor who happened to be my colleague walked out in a professional mode that spelt trouble. I was in the profession so I knew the message he carried. He was going to tell me my wife didn’t make it.
“what happened to my wife?” I asked almost losing my mind.
“am sorry there were some complications and only the baby made it. You have a baby girl. I am sincerely sorry for your loss”
As I watched him walk back to the theatre, the words resounded in my head like a cannon blast.
I slid down on my knees as I cried uncontrollably. It wasn’t a boy that came after all. I had lost my wife because of a baby; at least so I thought. Without been told, I became aware to an evil anger for a child I had not even seen. The only thing in my head then was that she killed my wife.
Without seeing my baby, I angrily drove home and my life changed for the worse. I began to drink heavily in a bid to wash off her memories but I realized that the complete amnesia I was looking for from my bottle of whisky succeeded in wiping every thought in my head but left me with her memories. I could see her clearly; at least in my mind. She would stand in the corner of the room in a white apron with tears running down her cheeks… when I made to grasp her hand, she would vanish.
My life was slowly wasting away and I knew it but didn’t just care anymore. I had not seen my daughter ever since I left the hospital because of the bitterness that swelled up in my heart. I hated my own blood for what she knew nothing about.
A night came afterward my miserable life had been going on, I decided to see her face where she was tended by her nurses.
I walked into the room with my bottle of whisky in hand staggering my way into the room quite obvious that I was stinking with alcohol but I didn’t care. I went straight to where she was laid and on seeing her, my senses where restored. I was looking at the carbon copy of my wife, her fair skin and a dimple… the only difference was that she was just a child. Yes I had wished for a son but something deep within me made me grateful that she indeed left me someone to remember her by with. I went down on my knees as tears dribbled down my cheeks. Here was I torturing myself and neglecting my own blood over something she knew nothing about and was also suffering from the absence of a mother to cuddle her. I couldn’t handle my shame but I was sure I was going to change for the better and make up for the lost time.
As I rose my head up, I saw my wife again at the corner of the room, but this time, she was smiling at me; maybe an illusion. I wanted to run to her but I only realized she wanted me to know she was glad I finally came back to my senses so I smiled back at the image of her.
Turning back to my daughter Sonia, I said “my little Angel, daddy is sorry for neglecting you all this while. I have realized my mistake and I will love you from now on without any reservation”. I took her up in my arms without caring that I was stinking with whisky and I watched her smile at me; a smile I saw from the face of only one person: my wife and It more than ever lit up my senses.
Writing this today after 5years, I can’t help but admit that my wife has been reborn through my daughter Sonia. And even though I failed to realize early how fate smiled on me by leaving me this priceless gift, it still gave me a second chance to make amends.
I Love you Linda.

[quote author=aprilwise post=29426192]It this the end of the story [/quote
That's the end Sir

benuejosh:
i closed down the thread coz i hate lengthy write up atimes, but some thing pushed me to open it back again, the force came so hard that i reopened the post again to read it. it was quiet a touching and inspiring story. almost cried at a point. when i saw "unfaithful day" i was like God let it not be what i was thinking, i had to pause when i continued reading it was the same thing i didn't want to see. on the long run, there are few lessons to learn from your life experience,
1. Never Give up.
2. whats yours will always and definitely be yours when it's time it comes so easy without stress.
all we Can say now is, Father Thank You.
wish you all the best in life and i see a professor in the making soon.

Am glad you picked up some lessons. Thanks for the prayer and may God sustain you too.

benuejosh:
orne, please do a summary sha kwagh la

Sir, have you read it yet?

AGAINST ALL ODDS
Sitting here in the comfort of my beautiful home made up of my Wife; Katherine and my beautiful daughter; Angel, I am about to tell you a story i never imagined will be part of my past.
While growing up, i was brought up by my parents to believe less in luck and more in hard work which i was made to know pays eventually.
I grew up in a fairly comfortable home and been the only child of my parents, they ensure that all my needs where met on demand, especially school needs. My dad often told me that education was the inheritance he was giving me and that only lazy children looked forward to one day inheriting properties. I was glad i was learning fast and the future looked all promising until tragedy finally struck.
My parents, been educational scholars travelled a lot for various education seminars and workshops so on that ‘unfaithful’ day, while travelling to Abuja, they had a head on collision with a drunk truck driver and all of them died on the spot, at least so the report from the FRSC said.
It was in the midst of my pain at losing both parents on such a tragic note that i realised my plight was way beyond just been an orphan.
Shortly after their death was made public, some people came from the village; people i had never seen or heard about before (no thanks to my father on that part) came clamouring for various inheritances their late brother left for them. They made it clear to me that i was not wanted since my dad never took me home to introduce to his kinsmen. I knew i was in a no-win situation firstly because i had never seen or heard my dad discussing anything about his will and i didn’t know who to run to at the moment.
At that stage of my life, i was in my fourth year in the university and out of frustration i left home because i was currently benefiting from a scholarship that catered for my educational bills.
Things got really rough with me but i was committed on graduating well.
On graduation, i emerged as the best student in my college. I Studied Veterinary Medicine and the school offered me a job but i turned it down (a decision i regretted not too long from that day) because with such a result, i had a lot of options to fall on but had no one to counsel me on the right step to take.
I wanted to further my studies in Veterinary Pathology but when i turned up for the interview, the board denied me the scholarship on grounds i couldn’t clearly understand. It was at this moment that my hopes where cut short and my previously multiple options vanished like a smoke screen.
Out of frustration, i sign up with a cab company and became a driver. I must pulse to tell you that at this point in my life, i had mastered my pride and was determined to make it at all cost so far as it didn’t contravene my civic sanity.
Since cab driving wasn’t what i wanted to do in life, it turned out to be one of the most boring moments of my sorry life.
On a fateful Monday morning, i had turned up for work as usual and as i sat on the bonnet of my car looking at the busy crowd in Wurukum market i heard a scream from a lady whom her hand bag had just been snatched by a garage boy. Without thinking, i jumped off my car and chased after him. Thanks to my athletic nature, with a few strides, i was behind him and i gave him a side kick on his right leg as i watched it cris-cross with the left as he tumbled to the ground. Walking over him, i retrieved the bag from him and walked back to where the lady was standing obviously stricken with fear. She thanked me heart fully and i won’t lie to you, i felt like a hero that morning. She told me she was travelling to Lagos which was where she was posted for her NYSC.
Looking at her, she was a beauty to behold. I wasn’t into ladies but this one was different. Her presence radiated with innocence that made you wanna shed tears of joy. I watched her board the vehicle and i made a silent wish to meet her again.
After she left, i drove back to my one room apartment and thought about her all day and everyday i came to work, i wished she would just appear from the crowd running towards me like i watched in the Indian movies.
It had been 2 months since i saw her and quite frankly i had given up hope on seeing her again even though i still had her on my mind. As i sat in my cab thinking, my colleague opened my door calling at me. ‘o boy, Na your turn now o. Come carry passenger’ he said.
I quickly got out to see who the passenger was and it was her. She didn’t forget my face; in fact she seemed to be excited at the sight of me.
‘Oh my God, i can’t believe am seeing you again. You saved me that day and i couldn’t even get your name or number which am terribly sorry about. When i had calmed down and realised it, i was quite into my journey’ she explained.
‘It’s alright. Fate wanted it that way’. I said casually as i dropped her luggage in the boot of my cab. We drove off and headed for her residence at Judges Quarters. We spoke a great deal while on the way and when we arrived i deliberately refused to go inside even though she was relentless. We promised to catch up sometimes and i knew for sure that a seed had been sown that day.
The following 3 months of my life were the most interesting as much as i can remember. She was a person to have around and at that moment i didn’t need the gods to tell me i wanted to marry her. I made up my mind to propose to her and i did.
That night when i did, i couldn’t help but marvel at the excitement in her eyes. She had accepted me for who i was because i never disclosed to her that i was a veterinarian, it was same for my park colleagues. I usually watched them marvel at the way i spoke not believing that i was a mere SSCE Holder. She agreed to marry me and i was the happiest man alive that night. She told me that it was time to see her parents and i was eager to fulfil that part.
She arranged it and that Saturday morning i was forced to dress in suit for the first time in a long while. I was looking cute in it and i knew it without been told because very few outfits rejected my slim body. I drove to the house with a lot of questions in my head but i was confident i was going to pull through even though i didn’t know how. Deliberately, i parked outside and walked to the house. She knew i had arrived and was at the gate to open it for me.
She led me to the sitting room where the parents were sitting. Immediately, my eyes caught Barr. Samson Akem. All the while, i wasn’t moved to assume that she could be related to the man let alone be his daughter. He was the chief of staff to the State government of Benue State but that wasn’t what bothered me. It was his arrogant reputation and his unquenchable taste for ‘class’ that did. A man like him would chase me through his door at the slightest knowledge of what i do for a living. But it didn’t scare all the same. He looked through his glasses with his newspaper in hand and regarded me thoughtfully as i greeted him.
The wife was indeed beautiful and i was quite sure Katherine got her beauty from her. They had a nice home too. The parlour was neatly kept and spacious too. It immediately brought back a lot of memories in my hidden past. I was welcomed in and the father insisted we all eat before talking. The meal was well prepared and i put up my most civilised behaviour that day at the table.
‘So my friend, what is your name and what do you do for a living?’ He asked with a keen and inquisitive tone.
‘Sir, my name is Ngutor Ate and i am a cab driver’. I answered with my gaze meeting his and i saw the surprise and disappointment in his eyes.
‘What? You mean you came here with such a job to come and marry my only child? You must be out of your mind’. He said obviously losing his temper.
‘Sir, i assure you, i am in my right senses. I love your daughter and am sure she loves me too. I will do my best to make her comfortable’. I defended.
The mother sat speechlessly with the daughter looking at me.
‘Woman, can you see who your daughter has been rejecting suitable suitors for?’ He said turning in their direction.
‘Young man! leave my house right now and never come back. My daughter is not meant for low lives like you’. He said making for the door.
I turned and looked at the mother and she was looking apologetically at me. I regretted the look on Kate’s face but i had to leave.
As i opened the door, i saw a man who should be in his late 50s walking in. It was Prof. Uza. He was the Dean of my College back then when i was still in Vet. School and his simplistic nature of complimenting both his junior and senior colleagues blew my cover.
‘Dr. Ngutor, good to see you again. It’s been a while’.
‘Good day Prof’. I greeted
Her father stood at the door quite amazed at the drama that was unfolding.
‘Why did you turn down the job when you knew the best students are always retained?’
I refused to see him after i lost the scholarship because my pride got in the way of things and i felt i had a pool of options to choose from before everything changed. But i didn’t tell him that. Rather i told him i intended to further but things turned out sour so i backed out.
A lot was said with 5 minutes and i was glad for one thing, he now knew who i truly was and more than ever i loved the fact that it turned out this way. Looking at my wife to be, i loved the surprise in her eyes but i was going to apologise later for keeping her in the dark.
Prof. was a family friend of theirs and they usually met on Saturdays to discuss contemporary politics.
Thereafter, Prof. ensured i was reinstated back as a lecturer and to my amazement, my father in law tendered an apology to me for his ‘bad behaviour’ but it wasn’t a big deal to me any longer.
Life changed drastically afterwards and the rest is history.
Looking at my wife today, i can only say that she was my long awaited comforter and i love her beyond what all the words in the whole world can explain.

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NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS.
BY AKPEM TERESE SHADRACH.
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Frank and I am a free thinker. In order not to you with the leave you with the assumption that I am one of those guys that don’t believe in the existence of God, I will put it straight to you that I am a free thinker with a high regard for supremacy, a core naturalist who believes that things should be done the way they ought to be not minding who is involved.
My story won’t be complete unless I start it from where it all began…
I work for a Publishing company as a writer and from one point or the other, I am required to move about or shift base to be able to concentrate and get my “work” done so this moment required such an attention so I had to move.
As I dropped my bags in the boot of my car, I gave a snap gaze on the area I had know all my life; nothing had changed: the slums, “area boys”, rusted roof tops; even the inhabitants and their attitudes. I knew I was going to take me a long time before I set foot in this area again. This job was unlike the others, I had been briefed about the basics but I knew more was yet to be unraveled.
I had grown up in quite a harsh and exposed area yet my nature had been unconventional to the kind of life style that dominated the place. I was a core introvert so if I wasn’t busy with work, I was playing my Harmonica or online chess which seemed to be the hobbies that I dedicated my leisure time to.
Stepping into my car, I turned on the ignition and turned on my stereo but since there wasn’t anything on the news that interested me, I slut in a music CD done by One Direction; a soft rock band I had come to love a lot. Taking in a deep breath, I drove out of the street and headed for my new destination.
I had arranged a place through my housing agent up North because it was the place my job pointed me to. I hadn’t seen the place yet but I was confident he would do a good job because he had done so in the past.
After 1:30minutes of peaceful driving, I arrived my new destination. The house was standing alone just like I had requested. It practically overlooked every other house in the vicinity. But as I came closer to the building, I saw a building about 20meters away from my house. I had given a distance specification of at least 100meters. Looking at it, I decided it wasn’t going to be much of a problem.
Ascending the stairs that led to my front door, I admired the work on the building. It was a fine job. The side garden was finely trimmed in place and even the wild vegetation surrounding the area was beautiful. Taking in a deep sigh of relief, I fixed in the key and opened the front door. I couldn’t ignore the fresh air of reception that welcomed its new occupant with an unseen arm of reception. The wall was beautifully overlaid with sculptures that sent a quiet message to the observer, the chairs, center table, windows; everything was in its rightful place but there was one place I wanted to see before passing my final judgment: that was my bedroom. It was one place I was very religious about, it displayed my personality. I had a thing about my bed, the wooden frames properly anchored with poles and overlaid with a translucent pink or purple curtain and illuminated with a central matching light bulb. Oh! He had done a nice job.
I dropped my bags and went to bring in the rest of my stuff. Stepping out of my door, my attention was directed to a creature that in time changed my orientation about the women folks.
CHAPTER TWO:
She seemed to have been attracted to the noise I made while opening my door so she looked in my direction with an inquisitive gaze.
She wore a blue jeans and a fitting purple top that fitted well on her fair slim body. Her fair and delicate skin was the type you would imagine came from the ferry-tales. She was tall and elegant, having a perfectly slim body that could engage a man for a long time; the kind that leaves you with little or no words to describe her other than to say she was entirely beautiful.
Obviously lost at the sight of her, she had waved at me but I realized it when she had walked past and I hated myself for not returning her gesture in time. I had seen girls before now, really beautiful ones but this one was different. There was something about her I couldn’t quite place my finger on.
Her name is Dinah and she is responsible for the conclusion I came to make about the women folk.
It had been 5minutes since she walked past me. One thing was for certain, she came from the house that was next to mine. I told myself I was thinking too much about her but I knew better than that.
I used roughly one hour to set up the house to my taste then I took a shower and came back to my parlor to listen to the news.
Nothing on the headlines seemed to interest me so I decided I would fix diner. It was one thing I loved doing: cooking. But on getting there I noticed that my kitchen was almost empty so I got some cash and headed out to a mall which was about 20minutes drive from my house. I bought the things I needed and drove back home. I fixed dinner and ate to my fill then played some tones and slept off.
3days had passed without laying my eyes on Dinah so I concluded she wasn’t from the area and regretted why I hadn’t done more than wave behind her back.
I wanted to eat toasted bread but the bread in my fridge had gone stale so I headed for the shopping Mall which I had developed a cordially relationship with. I went to the snacks section and picked Oceanic bread plus a bar of chocolate and then headed for the cashier desk.
“Hi there, how much is my bill?” I asked placing the things on the cashier table.
I saw a figure backing me. She was probably fixing something behind the drawer. I looked closely and discovered it was her standing there. So she works here after all…but I didn’t say it out loud.
Turning around to face me, she greeted me with a warm smile, a smile that exposed her finely packed white set of teeth as i watched her as she talked to me.
“We’ve met before right”? I asked quite aware of the answer I will get.
“Sure; but briefly though. I leave at the block next to your house”. She said.
“Here is your bill sir”. She produced a white pay slip which I gave her the money for it.
“We hope to see you again sir” she said handing me my package.
“I hope to see you too”. I responded wondering if that was the right thing to say.
I drove back home that evening and for the rest of the evening, I discovered I was brimming with excitement for an unknown reason.
I had rounded up my routine for the night and was about to head to my bed room when I heard a knock on my door. I was yet to make any friends in the area so I was wondering who the person would be.
“Hold on a sec”. I said as I walked towards my door. Opening the door cautiously, I saw her standing on my balcony. She looked more beautiful that night; so I thought. Her hair was no longer packed so it flew freely in the direction of the wind behind her back. She was putting on a pink night dress. I was surprised at her presence and calling myself back to order, I invited her in.
“I closed from work and felt a little bored so I felt I should check on you, hope it’s not an….”
“No worries, it’s a pleasant surprise”. I cut her before she said inconvenience. You can even pass the night if you want to. But it didn’t go pass my lips.
I went to my kitchen a brought out a can of apple juice with two glasses and serve it for both of us. She wanted to refuse it but I insisted so she had it my way. We talked along while about “everything” and almost lost track of time when she called my attention to the fact that she needed to go home so she can rest and prepare for work the next day. I felt the urge to ask her to sleep over but I realized it would have been the dumbest thing to do if I really wanted things to play my way.
We both stood up and I was wondering what to do, she hugged me and bided me good night behind my back. The hug felt nice, yes; that nice, I smelt the perfume in her hair and it was nice. A seed had been sown that night and I knew for sure it was going to grow. Whether it turned out bitter or sweet was something else entirely but I was determined to follow it through.
Remember I told you in the beginning that I had to throw away a lot of rules for her sake? My job specifications didn’t warrant me having “affairs” and as a matter of personal policy I had a thing about dating “non tribes”. But now, I realized that what I felt for her was worth giving up all that. The days were rolling by and I knew for sure that I was falling in love with her and I wanted to tell her so badly.
The moment presented itself. We sat in front of my balcony gazing at the moon and stars, admiring the works of nature. When I got fed up with gazing up, I started gazing at her. She was adorable; without all the makeup to hide behind she was a creature to behold. She turned and looked at me with a look of inquiry. “what’s on your mind?” she asked.
I was going to tell her now. And I did.
“It’s a beautiful night and having you here makes it more beautiful”. I said to her. I wasn’t going to beat around the bush so I told her what I felt about her and my intentions too.
She had been listening to me quietly. I wished she said something; told me she felt the same way I did about her. But she didn’t. She just stared quietly at me.
CHAPTER THREE
“You are a nice guy Frank and I really like the fact that you have been really good to me these few weeks. But I wish you give me a little time to think it over. Can you do that for me Frank”? She asked with her eyes fixed on mine.
“Sure! Why not? Take your time but please don’t take forever”. I said.
But I wasn’t okay with her words. She had called me a nice guy. Girls keep nice guys as “just friends” and nothing more. They want you to me more than nice to make it on the dating list. But I waved away the thought deciding it didn’t matter in this case.
A week after I had talked with her, I was in my house working on my PC when she walked in. by now I was used to her not knocking before entering inside. She was obviously the only guest I had. She walked in and headed straight to my kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses on a tray. It wasn’t her that caught my attention but what she was wearing. She hadn’t dressed this way to my place before. Her dress was almost transparent and it completely exposed her cleavages. She looked beautiful alright but the kinky part was more pronounced. I took in a deep breath at the sight of her.
“You need a break, have a drink with me”. She said handing me the glass of wine spiced with her seductive smile.
I collected the glass and joined her where she sat. indeed she took my mind off work and I began to think about her. Why had she shown up this way? But wasn’t it obvious? The whole thing seemed rather too easy for me but I knew better than to assume anything was free in life. I told myself I wasn’t going to give in to her advances, after all she was yet to give me an answer to my proposal. My chat become boring and we both knew that. Maybe it was time for something else but I wasn’t going to find out yet. After a brief session of silence, she broke it by telling me she wanted to go home and sleep. I saw the disappointment in her tone but I was impressed the cards were still in my hands.
The next three nights continued in the same fashion; even more because she had kissed me when she saw me still sleeping in bed that evening. But I wasn’t actually sleeping. I had faked the mood to see her reaction and I got a kiss for it.
The message was clear: she wanted me but I didn’t understand why she was having a hard time giving me a decisive answer. I decided I was going to talk to her about it the next day she came.
“You have made a lot of passes at me lately but why haven’t you given me a decisive answer?” I asked thinking of no better way to bare my mind.
“I need some time. I told you that; didn’t I?” She said trying to fake a sincere tone that wasn’t there.
“Then why are your actions contradicting your words? You act all ready yet say something different”. I said almost regretting why I let them come out.
“Oh really! My bad. I am really sorry if it looks that way”. She said fighting hard to hide her frustration at my level of awareness and headed for the door.
I felt the urge to stop her and kiss her but I prevailed over my emotions and let her walk out without saying a word.
But while she had gone, I felt like I have done everything wrong to her. How could I be so rude? I said to myself. Can’t you see she needs time to decide?
Three days passed and I had not laid eyes on Dinah. I felt like I had blown it all away but I rejected the temptation to call her. I had not annoyed her so why should I call her? I just bared my mind. Is there harm in that?
The boredom at home was almost unbearable so I decided to take a meal in an eatery in town.
I walked into the neatly arranged customer section and headed for the side that occluded me from the rest of the place but gave me a clear view of everybody entering the place.
A waitress walked to where I sat; well dressed in a red shirt and black skirt all tucked in and wore a very inviting smile that made her look beautiful while she smiled. I made my order and she dashed into their inner room to get me my request. As I waited for my food I saw her walk in.
As I sat there waiting for my food, I saw Dinah walk in with a guy that looked more like a DJ. He wore a lot of chains on his neck and assorted rings on both hands also covered a P-cap. They were holding each very tightly and the expression on their faces said they were happy too. They occupied the center table in the building and that sent a clear message about the guy: he took pleasure in showing off.
I felt an urge to go and punch him in the nose but I knew better than to just start a fight with a loser. Sitting there, I realized I had lost appetite for the food which was now in front of me. I wasn’t sure if it was anger or jealousy which was having the better part of me but one of them sure was.
Why didn’t she tell me about him? Was she planning on playing me? Was that the reason for all those passes? Nothing is what it seems after all. I said to myself.
I was glad I found out now. She had been on top of her game until now but the rules were about to change. I finally had her where I wanted her to be. I just found out what she wouldn’t have wanted me to know. I have thrown away a lot of rules for her sake but I guess we weren’t on the same page after all.
I had thought about a lot of things within the brief moment I sat down as I watched them play Romeo and Juliet. I got up and left the building through the back exit and headed for my car. As I opened the door, I got a E-mail alert and when I opened it, I was a visual confirmation of the job I had come to this part of the world to do.