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I'm still looking for this book though(The seven sisters) A friend of mine sent a PDF of the first part and it got me hooked...

The book is very good and well described. I will rate the author 10/10 Lucinda Riley

Hathor5:
I put it on my list. Have you read any of her other books?

Nope, I will probably search up more of her other books once I get the chance to read other books.. Right now, I'm kinda stuck with completing my own books

Khriztarl:
am here baby. please add the humour sochey.

lol.. I will add it in the next chapter...
Thank you for reading

Incidents in the Rue Laugier

lts an international book though but I must confess that the book is something that should be read over and over again!

10/10 for Anita Brookner(Author)

I didn't notice or feel emotionally while starting this story but after this last few chapters, I realised that there a so many emotions attached to it and I was struggling with words in this last chapter...

Maybe I should probably add a little bit of humour so that even if it leads to tears, it should lead to laughter as well

SITUATIONS


Part 8

::Ink boiled, when I wrote your name..

Mother wrote another letter to me. This time, it wasn't brief and straight to the point. It was lengthy, at least words written in eight lines.

Dear Rose,

I want to talk about things, maybe before I kiss reality goodbye. I'm not supposed to say this, but I really do hope to see you soon... I've read your letters and I must confess that you are really a strong woman, just like your mother. Can you come back, Rose?
***~

I read this letter over and over again, tears dripping from my eyes. At that moment, I wanted to scream, wanted to rip my hair apart and run back to the village. But I knew I couldn't, I couldn't leave my work, I couldn't leave all that I've built over the years. So I waited, worked vehemently with a feeling of guilt and tardiness.

At some point, I felt like I was making the wrong decision, I felt like I was punishing life for its circumstances. But there was nothing much I could do.

I went home that night, feeling like Eve after the fall. I would always sigh, taking more sips of coffee than I probably should. I could tell that I was longing for someone; at least a steady partner, who wouldn't be so shy to stay with a lonely woman as I.

I momentarily wished for Okon, for his presence, for his touch but that was immediately replaced by a strange realisation that I would probably never see him in a long while.

Whatever went on in my mind's eye was evidently destined to remain opaque. But I was generally if diffusely keyed up by the prospect of going away, of seeing Mother, of seeing anyone, although I knew much too deeply that I was only being overly emotional.

It rained that night, not rhetorically, with a cloudburst that would have satisfied everyone's taste for drama, but softly, insistently, and with a northern steadiness. Playing a game of twists and turns on my bed, in an empty vast room that only bore of an appropriate apparatus for a single woman's room. I lay sleepless, with clouded mind, listening to the faint hiss of the rain which filled the night with a kind of surreptitious activity, as if it was urging on a change of season and marking off the past from the present.

My thoughts consumed me, made me numb, made me unsatisfied. I knew I should probably know a little about my parent, how they met, how they eventually got together and how a planned perfect relationship turned to that of hate and disgust.

Morning came quicker than expected. I rose out of the bed with a slight headache and an aching toe. Immediately massaging the aching area, I saunter into the bathroom.

Running a hot bath, I allowed the water to caress all parts of my body, believing to spiritually heal my aching soul. Miraculously it did, returning into the room with a feeling of hope and perspective to start another long day...

Hello Rant book,

It's been so long since I last updated you. I'm sorry about that, I'm just working on other things.

But today, id like to remind you it's my birthday once again! I finally clocked another age. I'm glad to see today, glad for everyone I've met both IRL and online.

Y'all are amazing

Happy Birthday to me once again

Khriztarl:
Starberg, u know. This life na small thing, sleep, wakeup, read damselposh's post, eat, criticize, suggest, play, accept criticism, laugh, say whats on your mind, accept whats on another's mind, explore the world with ur phone, stay at home, hug mum and sleep again. No need to over stress things, no need to cause conflicts, no need to cry over solved issues. Arguing with mhizv, listening to akinwale14 that said he wants to bomb us , accepting damselposh and preshbeauty's Apologies should be done with love and happiness. There's no need to get fraustrated, angry, depressed or aggressive. You only live ones. Stop overhyping things. You would find out they don't even matter. Lets just order popcorn, read and be happy.

I kind of like this analysis

Dew04:
aww... You could have reported it. The mods would have rectified it. It's really nice. I had clicked your profile just to read your stories

Thank you so much, I really appreciate

I might ask for this book to be rectified but I will have to finish DEADLY MATRIMONY and PETALS OF ROSE

Dew04:
Sochey, goodevening!
How come you haven't updated this story? It's really nice. Not cliche cause the storyline seems original.

Good evening to you too dear,
The book was banned by Nairaland spam bot. I kind of uploaded three chapters but didn't see it so, I lost the mojo.. I might probably ask a friend of mine here to help me recover it back

Am I free to nominate my books?
if yes, then I'd say you read TILL DEATH DO US PART by Sochey (Which is me )
You can check out my profile. I assure you, the book is boom!!

This is like my first time coming across high school romance and stuffs on nairaland.

I thought Nl was more like traditional stories that has to be specifically Nigerian centred..

Anyways, big thumps up. sounds catchy but please can you avoid leaving too much space when you want to start another paragraph? it made it look like i was jumping through the lines

Kolymuiz:
1. I dreamt i was forced 2 swallow a giant marshallow, when i woke up, my pillow was gone, please, i am still looking for my pillow.

2. An old woman always bring a bus driver peanut.
first, the bus driver enjoyed but after a while it got too much for him so one day he asked
please do not bring peanut for me anymore, can't you have them for yourself.
the woman replied
you know am old, i don't have teeths anymore i just prefer to leek the chocolate before giving it to you.
WHAT?!!!

Ewwwwww.. lol

Dew04:
Hi Sochey,
I just read this story and i think it's really nice... You're a poet also? You work has that poetic feel to it... Plus you're very descriptive.
Maybe i'll upload a story of mine... Despite the fact that this is a faceless forum, i'm extremely shy.

Thank you so much. I'm not into poetry that much but I'm trying.. I thought using poetic description would give the story a better feeling.

And, do upload your work, I'd be glad to read it

Dew04:

A little. I'm working on myself!

Wow.. I'd like to read your works... I write too, you can check it out

Debbyboboye:
Running here and there,
Just to keep on,
Being on track is the goal,
Struggling for space in there.
Yet, the world moves on
The storm rages more
The wind blewth high

And everyone, looking for a safe haven
Yet none in sight.

Breeze threadth on
But daily as it grows
Only few will remain
Not fainting, though panting
Road dreary, yet not weary.

To the courageous,
Keep holding on,
Though the world not giving a chance,

Keep holding on,

Till a big smile ends it all,
A story to share
A smile to spare.
For conqueror you shall be
For a crown you deserve.
��

Beloved, the world is filled with a lot of struggles, troubles and disappointments but the word from God to you is to keep holding on for there is hope.
You will smile after all and share your story to all if you don't give up.

In all situation, remember you are not alone for you have God there by your side. And since you have God with you, then I can say you've got no reason to fear but in all, keep holding on!

Deuteronomy 31:8 says, "Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the LORD will personally go ahead of you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you.” (NLT).

Place your hands in His and let Him lead the way�

He is waiting...

Shalom!



SOURCE: https://brookoflove.com/2020/05/10/keep-holding-on/

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Awww.. I should be mentioned too.. I'm a lover of good write ups and I write too

This is beautiful, thanks!

Dew04:
This is nice. Maybe i'll be nominated next year.

Do you write? :" lol

is it still on

Love life

Part 7

::Beauty is he who loves with all the heart, not withstanding the circumstance.

Okon was the ideal definition of perfection. He was every girls dream, including mine.

Most often times, I'd visualise him as one of those characters I've read in a romance novel. He was tall, with a slightly drawn jaw which looks perfect on him and a brown eyes.

I wouldn't say he had a perfect body, I'm not that type of girl but I'd say he had intelligence, brewing up his brains and magnificently acting just the way he is.

When he talks, he drew attention. When smiles, he takes the air off your lungs.

I met Okon in one of the meetings I attended as an upcoming entrepreneur. I was ready to leave my boss and start off on my own.

Okon happens to be one of the Coordinators who was good at his job. Eventually, we got along, I was happy to finally find someone who could understand me.

We started a relationship at the first week of my leave to establish my own business.

He could have came with flowers and a card, with an inscription of how beautiful he thought I was. But he came with chocolates and an invitation to have dinner with him that night.

I agreed to the dinner, silently expecting to be swept off my feet by this prince charming. I listened to every tik tok of the clock in my office, mentally calculating the type of dress to wear once I get home.

Getting home, I settled for a red body hug dress, which revealed all the curves I didn't know I had. I sat at the parlour, holding a glass of wine, sipping it's contents noiselessly and patiently waiting for an uber that I had called.

Apparently, the uber came through, knocking at my door and indicating that it was time to kick-start the long night.

I walked down my pavement, clutching my little purse and trying not to trip on my heels.

The uber driver stopped at the exact restaurant and I walked out the vehicle, paying him off. Telling him I would probably call him to take me home if things didn't go well.

I had read about how the supposed lover would take the woman home for the night after a wonderful evening but just in case the evening goes south, the woman would have to get home by herself.

I walked into the lush restaurant, all eyes trailing my every move. I felt a rumble in my stomach and I clutched my purse tightly against my abdomen.

My eyes finally caught Okon, sitting at the far end of the room in all his magnificent three piece suit. He looked good as usual, his eyes focused on his phone in his hands.

I came around the table, plastering a smile on my face and trying not to trip over due to anxiety or excitement.

He lifts his eyes off his phone and settles those brown orbs on me. He let his eyes roam shamelessly and gave a slight nod with smiles.

I pulled out a chair and sat down, trying to remain calm. My heart was beating very fast against my chest. This was my first time doing this and didn't know how to react.

Okon didn't say anything for about few minutes after I had taken my seat. He kept mute, watching me, taking in every single attire I put on.

‘You look lovely, red suits you’ I had heard him say. I smiled shyly, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

‘Thank you’ I muttered, taking my eyes off from him and looking at anything but him.

The waiter finally came around with the menu. We picked our meals and the waiter hurried off to get the orders.

We stay in an uncomfortable silence, each lost in thoughts. He was supposed to say something but instead, he chose not to. I didn't know how to start a conversation, I've not particularly being good at starting conversations so I stay muted, biting on my lower lip.

The waiter finally returned with our orders. We ate in silence. I was grateful for the jollof rice with chicken and crisps of plantain. I ate it like a modest woman whom I've turned into.

We finally finished our meal and that's when the conversation started. He began..

‘How long I've you been in this city?’

‘Five years’

‘Hmm.. You look really beautiful tonight. I love the dress’

‘Me too and thanks. You are not looking bad yourself’

‘What made you choose beauty collections?’

‘Books!’

‘Huh?’

‘I've read books of how most women are underrated. They say they feel ugly and unwanted. They couldn't come out of their shell. Beauty collections is an opportunity for every woman to gather all that she had lost. Not only facials, but all around.’

‘So you are saying its not just beauty products but also a therapy centre?’

‘Yes, something like that. A place you can let it all out, without feeling ashamed!’

‘Sounds wonderful... What made you do that? Something must have triggered your interest!’

‘Because of how I grew up’

‘Tell me more about it?’

‘Maybe some other time’

We stare at each other in a comforting silence. I wanted to ask him questions, ask him a lot of things but didn't know how to start.

‘Why did you choose to help young entrepreneurs?’ I had began.

‘Because I know how hard it is to start off something on your own’

‘True.. Any other work apart from that?’

‘Yeah, I manage my father's group of companies. We sell parts, mechanical parts of vehicles’

‘Wow, that's big!’

‘True.. Big but tiring’

‘I've you been in a relationship before?’

‘Yes.. Few of them that didn't turn out well’

‘Why?’

‘Let's just say I'm looking for my own woman!’

‘Hmm.. Seems like you're still searching’

‘Maybe..’

‘Why maybe?’

‘Seems like my search will be over after tonight!’

We stare at each other again, with smiles etched at the corner of our lips. He's eyes were telling more than he could say and I tried to keep any emotions from revealing in my eyes.

‘I want to see you again, everyday even. Will it be possible? Maybe I can help you to build that company the way it supposed to be!’

‘Yes...’ I say breathlessly. He stood up from his seat, came over to me. Picking up my hand from were it laid on the table, he placed a peck on it, gently dragging me on my feet.

‘Come, I'm taking you home. It's late and you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. There's so much to be done!’

I wilfully stood on my two legs and let myself be dragged out of the restaurant by him.

The drive was silent. We talked more, he asked questions of how I want the building to be and promised to help me set it right.

I had saved up enough money for the project but he promised to pay more than I should.

He dropped me off at my apartment, looking straight into my eyes, he had said...

‘I will see you tomorrow, Rose’

‘I will see you tomorrow too, Okon!’

Wishing me a goodnight with a kiss on the cheek, he drove off.

I stood outside, watching his car until it disappeared into the night.

I went to the house, with hope for a beautiful tomorrow...

Khriztarl:
Wow nice one.

Thanks dearie

Tbc..... :"