Hi guys! I only wrote this story a few hours ago and thought to share. Please pardon the wrong tenses. Enjoy!
“Chioma tell me that you aren’t still fucking that married man?”
This was a bbm I got from Emeka at 3.02am two days ago. I haven’t been able to do much of anything since I read the message. My mind kept going back to how much I loved this guy; how many times I made sacrifices for him. How many of my male friends I had stopped talking to because he felt insecure around them. How many times he quarreled with one of my sisters because she told him that she didn’t like him. I knew that my other sisters didn’t like him that much either but I was determined to make it work.
He’s been calling me and sending messages but I can neither pick nor reply the messages. I already know what I must do. I made a call to my sisters telling them of the decision I had made. They told me in clear words that they want the best for me and would support me in whatever I choose. I sent Emeka a bbm saying:
“Hi baby, can we see at 6pm today in our usual park?”
I get a reply immediately.
Perfect! Anything for you babe :*
After reading his reply, I wondered if it were the person that sent the same message two days ago.
So I came to the park a little late while it seemed like he had been waiting for sometime. As soon as I got out of the car, he was already behind me.
He looked scared and sweaty. It seemed like he was about to do something he didn’t usually do.
As I locked my car he was putting his hands on my waist and started apologizing for what he said two days ago.
“Baby, I’m sorry about what I said. I shouldn’t have. I only just realized yesterday that my so-called friends were not good people. I knew that they never liked you and decided to fill me with lies about you but I didn’t know they had to lie about you and your ex having sex last week. I asked you the question because I wanted to be sure that I was making the right decision before giving you this…”
He took out a little box from the pocket of his pants. When he opened it, it was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It was a platinum ring that consisted of a pearl in the middle which was my birthstone and tiny dark blue stones around which I assumed were sapphires his birthstone.
The ring was magnificent to me but not the man. I knew that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life with a man who couldn’t trust me; who took his friends’ words over mine and; who could fight with my fifteen year old sister.
“Baby, I have had this ring for about a month but I have been scared. I know that I have been looking for loop holes against you but last night I prayed about it and I now know that you are the one for me.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I couldn’t believe that someone had finally found me worthy to propose at the age of 29. I was elated…
“Let’s spend the rest of our lives together. Marry me!”
… and angry.
I knew what I must do. I shouted:
His expression was one of confusion.
Now I said it several times.
“No! No! No!”
“Baby, but I apologized, I said I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I said that I prayed and God reveled it to me that you were the One.”
His last words got me as red a luscious tomato.
“You think you can say hurtful words to people – even those that matter the most to you and get away with it? You think I’m a device that does exactly what you want because you asked for it? No, I am not! You seem to have a magnificent ring but you are not a magnificent person. You don’t trust me but you want me to trust you enough to believe your promise of being a better person. Never! I can’t trust you. I won’t.”
I grabbed the box from him, closed it and threw it on the floor. I entered into my car. As I reversed, I got the satisfaction of looking at the reflection in the mirror and seeing surprise, anger and hurt mixed together.
I made sure that we made eye contact, then I gave him that sexy smile I knew he fell in love with from the beginning and drove off.