OUR E-FRIENDSHIP (2)

I began to plead, I told him I was really sorry, and that I did trust him but I just felt that seeing him with other people around at that time wouldn’t just feel right. After about a minute of silence, he said, “baby I forgive you, I have taken back everything I said to hurt you, but please don’t do that again”.

I breathed a sigh of relief, he added me again on Facebook and we had chatted for 3 hours, before I finally slept off feeling like a burden had just been lifted from my chest. The next day, I called him as early as 8am and asked if we could meet, he said he had a lot of his family and friends to see. That we could meet by 4pm. I went to school that day, so excited. When I told Dara, I was going to meet Smith that evening, she just said, “Whatever!”. Next thing I heard was that we had a fixed class from 4pm to 6pm. What??? I thought to myself, “Dara is the class representative, I bet she will help me on that”. When I approached her, she said, “Hehe! That lecturer may give test oh, you better attend”.

“But I have a date with Smith”, I replied.

“Has he set a venue for the date?”

“No. But he is going to”

Dara retorted, “Okay, if he loves you like that, tell him to come here to school and wait for you and pick you up after the lecture”.

I didn’t feel that was right, but
after thinking, I called him and told him the situation, he hissed and immediately hung up. I felt bad. The lecture held and I couldn’t even concentrate. I called him after the class, his phone was off, I sent him several messages on Facebook, he didn’t reply.

Dara saw me worried and said, “come on, if he is your man, he will come for you, meanwhile, let’s go home, I am sleeping over at your place”.

I was angry that she was making fun of the whole situation. But I guessed she had a plan, she was sleeping over to ensure I didn’t go to see Smith.

I just told her, “if this is to prevent me from seeing Smith, forget it, I am on my way to his uncle’s house”.

Dara laughed and replied, “You are too smart. Okay, let’s go together”.

I was hesistant at first, then I said, “okay”. I guessed I would need her help (Two heads are better than one)

From the Facebook message we tried to trace the house. By the time we got to the house, it was dark and the gate was locked. We asked people around and we were told, the owner of the house wasn’t back from work. But then Dara asked me, “even if the owner is not back, how about his wife?”. I just shrugged my shoulders. After trying Smith’s cellphone several times and waiting for two hours, no show. We headed home.

The next day I got a text, “You are such a B**ch!”.

What the heck? No one had ever put me through such emotional stress and then to make the matter worse, he was cursing me.

....to be continued