The interview was draining, I was able to at least control myself, and I didn’t cry or show hate. I just spoke like someone who was hurt by someone who she loved so much. As soon as the interview was ending my phone was going crazy, everyone wanted to know how I was doing and how I was coping. For the first time, I posted something on my instagram page and I got a lot of encouragement from followers while others claimed they were sure I made up the story. They called me a slut who wasn’t ready to settle down and was getting her fame from the numerous guys I dated.
The interview was a blessing, I didn’t mind the horrible comments, I let the hate go, I let the hurt out and I was ready to move on at whatever cost. Ada, Tola and Tobi were with me throughout the interview and they kept encouraging me, even when I went numb I saw them cheering me up, maybe not cheering but encouraging me to go on. ‘We are with you, baby’ that was from Tola before the interview started.
I knew another person I would have a serious issue was my mother. On my way back to Ada’s house, she called and requested that she sees me. I knew what was going to happen, she would not only mad at me for not disclosing it to her before telling the general public, she would be disappointed. I went with Ada, she would probably be my voice since I lost it since this Kola’s issue.
Driving into the compound, I saw Kola’s car parked. This guy even had the guts to come here? I didn’t know what to expect. I was so tempted to leave and not just show up but I needed to do this once and for all and move on.
I got more scared with every step I took towards the house, I walked in to see my mother, my father, Kola and Kayode waiting for me in the sitting room. Kayode came to hug me and I felt so strange, we haven’t spoken since forever and I didn’t understand why he was still nice to me.
I sat down with Ada sitting beside me, I felt like a widow, someone who just lost her husband and everyone was trying to console her.
‘Go, beg her’ I heard mummy say. She was obviously referring to Kola. Beg me? Beg me for what now? I wasn’t understanding. What was happening? It was even more confusing when he walked towards me, knelt down and was crying. Ada burst out laughing clapping her hand in amazement.
‘Baby, I am sorry. I would make it up to you’. Wait! He was going to make what up? What was happening here?
‘My daughter, I know Kola cheated on you and he is sorry. He called last night, he has been here since morning and he has pleaded with us to plead with you. Please forgive him’
I could feel Ada, she was ready to pounce on him and eat his flesh. I held her and I could see the way she stared at me, like I was disappointing her with my silence. First I cheated on him and now he cheated on me! What was he up to? He even had the audacity to come to my house to talk to my parents, lie to my parents and beg me.
I couldn’t hold back the tears, I cried so hard mummy came to console me. ‘It’s okay my daughter, he has promised never to do it again, it’s okay’. Never to do what? Have unprotected sex with me knowing he was infected or what?
Ada couldn’t take it any longer; she held him by shirt and pulled him up.
‘You, bastard. So you have the nerves to come here?’ I couldn’t watch this, I bowed my head crying, Kayode and daddy tried to separate them but Ada held Kola’s shirt so hard it tore.
‘You think you would do this to her and go free?’ she laughed so hard that anyone who saw her would conclude she was psychotic. I raised my head and saw my friend breathing heavily trying to bite off his flesh. I couldn’t separate them; I didn’t want to, all I wanted was for Kola to suffer. After the display they were able to separate them and I could see Ada breathing heavily. She was at that point a wild beast, I was seeing her in a way I have never seen her before.
Dad looked confused; this drama was too much for just a one night stand.
‘Damilola, is there something you think we should know?’ he asked, looking like a lost puppy.
‘Is there something you are not telling us?’ he asked, practically begging me to tell him the truth. I looked at daddy and I cried some more.
‘You better stop crying and open your mouth’ I looked at Ada and she looked like she was ready to beat me up if I didn’t say anything.
But I couldn’t say anything. What was I supposed to tell them? That I lied about going to Ada’s house? That we had sex and I was stupid enough to have unprotected sex or that he was HIV positive? Which part was I supposed to tell them or downplay?
Ada looked at me like she was expecting me to say everything but I shook my head, there was no way I could say anything about it.
‘Well mummy, I can’t say anything since the victim is dumb enough not to say anything. I think you should encourage them to stay together’ Ada was mad with me like never before, she used to be my insane friend but that was the part I was playing now. She walked out very angry and slammed the door on her way out.
Kola came back to beg me, I knew I couldn’t do this to myself any longer. I needed to move on and I needed to do it fast.
‘Kola, after everything you did I found it very difficult to hate you. I was still in love with you. You know what you did and you cooked up lies against me. If you don’t know I went for an interview today and everything is out. I mean everything’
He looked like his world had crumbled. It wasn’t so bad for him; his dad was very influential and would do anything to get rid of the news.
‘As for my parents, I would leave you to tell them the truth. I am going to my room to rest. I have been through a lot because of you and I won’t let you mess the remaining part of my life’ I walked out into my room.
Mummy kept screaming my name but I didn’t want anymore, I didn’t want any more Kola drama, I was done and this time I was done.
There this peace that I felt, I wasn’t over it yet but I was at peace. I was finally over him and the truth was out. I wasn’t going to bother about what people thought about me. I was stupid and naïve once and I wouldn’t be again. I was 28, yes, I didn’t have a boyfriend, yes, but I wasn’t going to kill myself over it. What is mine would surely come to me! I was done.
TO BE CONT'D ...
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