Twelve Days to Valentine ✨✨

 

Nine days more💔

"Do you want me?"

I strolled moodily in the little harder of the Guest house. Mikaila was becoming a huge problem. Her messages were persistent, and I viewed most of them. At times I would stare at her picture helplessly. Mikaila! Who was she? She was interrupting my devotion to Chenka. It struck me because no other woman had managed to do that.

I stopped and watched a couple walk through the gate and head for the department of fine and applied art. I thought, why these doubts? Why these questions that haunted my mind? Did I really love Chenka? If so, then why was I thinking of this other girl? Could it be that she... And she's willing, but Chenka always plays hard to get. What if Chenka doesn't feel the same way I feel for her for me?

I groaned. Now I know why people run to celibacy. Relationship was such a burden!

I picked up my phone and dialled Chenka's number. The service provider asked me to wait for she was on another call. I waited. The call cut. She didn't pick.

I tried her line again. The same thing. I whined like an idiot, "Come on, Chenka. Pick up the phone! I'm trying to stay faithful to you."

Two girls saw me and laughed. I didn't care. I left the compound. I headed for her hostel. It was Saturday; she had to be around.

I stopped at the quadrangle of Isa-kaita hostel and picked up my phone to call her. I stopped. The lady seated in front... She seemed like, Chenka.

She had her back turned to me and her legs were crossed. One hand held her phone to her ear and her voice (Chenka's voice) sounded worried.

"Yes," she whispered to the phone. I moved closer carefully; I didn't want to be seen.

"I'll go again on Monday." Pause. "Of course it's Mr Okon. Of course, I know. It's not like I'm working for him in his house or something. Relax, I'll be careful. Do we have another choice?"

I inched back slowly. I had heard enough. Embittered, I bit my lips and felt the urge to alert her of my presence, but when she turned back, I had left.

How could she, I thought. How could she degrade herself because of stupid pieces of paper called money? How could she work for that sloth, Mr Okon who was notorious for his lecherous tendencies? Why wouldn't she let me help her? Was Mr Okon a better option than me? Here I was willing and able to support her financially! Why was she so stubborn? After all we had been through together, how could she take such a decision behind my back?😤😤😤

I was deeply hurt. I didn't even heed the hooting of a shuttle that zoomed past me. I thought of Chenka and I felt bitter.

By the time I regained consciousness, I saw that I was at the vice chancellor's office. I looked to my left. Not too far away was the spot I passed every morning in memory of my first meeting with Chenka. I looked away and went under the mango tree. Chenka and I had been here once before. I looked at the water fountain at my left. I had talked with Chenka there many times. Why was this place haunted with memories of Chenka 😠

I made to leave. Someone walked up to me. I thought she would pass but she stopped right in front of me.

"We meet at last, Noah."

I looked at the owner of the deep and bewitching female voice. She was dark like black chocolate. She wore a red crop top and tight black trousers. She had a splendid figure and an equally splendid face. Her eyes were dark and her lips were full and succulent. She beamed. "Am I prettier in person?"

"Mikaila," I whispered and she smiled. I smiled back.

To be continued.