NWALA ; The Bittersweet Story (Part 17&18) – Opeyemi Akintunde

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Part 17
NWALA ; THE BITTERSWEET STORY
Opeyemi Akintunde

We walked towards the Tundra he got, I didn’t bother asking, he had the money so he could have rented it…

“Will you really give it a thought?” Reuben asked about what I had said to Timo.

“Reuben, can you let me breathe?” I said smiling

“I am sorry”

I turned to face him…

“Please give me time, the truth is I think I am beginning to like you as a friend, so let that grow, please”

“Fine, I promise not to bring it up, unless you do…”

In that moment, I saw a change in countenance, I didn’t see the lovey-dovey eyes.

I saw a cheerful friendly demeanor instead.

“Thanks” I said appreciating the fact that he didn’t start giving me a frowning face after my subtle rejection of him.

“So are you ready for our road trip?”he asked

The four hours road trip to my school was fun, we talked about anything and everything.

I got to my school around past 6:00pm

I got all my stuff down from the car, hoping he will leave immediately, but he waited till I got all my stuff to my room.

At about 6:45pm, I got back to him…

“Thank you so much” I said to him.

“For what?” Reuben asked

“For the trip and all” I said

“What are we friends for?” Reuben asked

“Thanks’ I said laughing

“So I guess I better hit the road now”

“Are you driving back home tonight?” I asked. I suddenly didn’t want him leaving.

“Yes…”

“Why don’t you find a hotel and pass the night”

“And probably see your face in the morning before I leave… my friend’s face” He said adding the last part in a rush.

“Maybe” I said laughing but quickly added “But I will advise you don’t stretch it”

“Yeah, don’t let me stretch it, let me hit the road tonight”

“Ok, God go with you” I said

“Amen”

Silence again…

“Can’t I get a friendly hug before I leave?” he asked

I hugged him faster than I would have wanted and yet again, I was trapped in the warm, comforting body temperature of his… He held onto me, it took a lot of strength to pull back…

“Thanks” he said… I simply nodded

“Can I come check on you maybe once a month?” he asked

“Let’s stick with the phone call” I said

“Ok!” He said raising up his hand in surrender

Without asking this time, he hugged me.

“The last few days have been my best, thank you Nwala”

He pulled back by himself and got into his car, I couldnt deny one obvious fact;

Reuben was different from Daniel.

I couldn’t deny that what Reuben and I were beginning to have was a matured relationship, while Daniel and I had a youthful and somewhat childish love.

I watched as the car disappeared in the distance…

“Nwala!”

I knew that voice, but not just the voice, the tone of that voice. It was Daniel’s angry and violent tone, the one he used whenever a guy was interested in me.

Part 18
NWALA ; THE BITTERSWEET STORY
Opeyemi Akintunde

“So this is what all the drama has been about? You want to marry your rich Bishop’s son?” Daniel said

“Daniel, there is nothing between Reuben and I, he is just my friend”

“A friend that brought you to school and was smooching you here before he left, Nwala you are such a slut…, so how many times has he slept with you?”

“Daniel stop it”

“Stop what?”

“Stop your stupid assumptions, I am not dating him”

He took my phone from me and went straight to my inbox, and oh my goodness, Reuben’s messages filled it.

“Obviously, you are just friends” Daniel said throwing my phone on the floor and stepping on it.

“Daniel stop it, stop it…” I screamed, ” That phone cost a fortune…

“Nwala, I have been with you for years, standing by you, even respecting your v!rginity”

“But now, you want to leave me because I am broke, No problem, I assure you, I will make it, this phone is just a reflection of what you have done to me. You have always made me believe love has made us equal, but thanks for throwing me to the ground where I belong and crushing me” Daniel said as he walked away…

I was too weak to know what to do…

*****

I had two roommates; June and Shalewa. They were yet to resume, so I was the only one in the room. I laid on my bed, holding my crushed phone and all I could hear over and over were Daniel’s words. I felt like a betrayer. He was wrong, I was not going to let him be crushed. I was going to marry Daniel…

*****

The next morning, I went to the phone shop in school and got a small phone that didn’t have internet compatibility. I recovered my line. The first thing I did was to call Reuben…

“Oh Finally! I was beginning to regret my travelling home last night… I have been calling since last night”

“So sorry, my phone got broken, it fell…”

“Oh my! Have you fixed it?”

“It’s beyond fixing”

‘Can I get you a new one?”

“No…” I shouted

Silence followed and I got my chance to speak before his manipulation weakened me again.

“Reuben this has to stop, I can’t do it”

Reuben was silent, then I guess he made sense of what could have happened

“Daniel?”

“Yes, he was here last night when you dropped me off, he saw me hugging you and…”

“He got angry and broke your phone?”

“Yes…”

“That’s not right”

“I know what’s right for me, and Reuben please, can we stop?”

“If that’s what you want” Reuben replied

“Thank you, so please no calls, and especially no text…”

He became quiet

“Are you there?” I asked

“Yeah…”

“No calls, no text”

“Bye Nwala” He dropped the call…

I felt sad for Reuben, but I had to do what I had to do…

By the time Reuben dropped the call, I was by the University garden.

I walked towards one of the garden chairs and sat on it. My legs suddenly felt weak.

I dialed Daniel’s number and I was extremely surprised he picked up…

“Hello”

“Daniel, can I have 10 minutes”

“Speak on”

“Daniel …” I told him all that had been happening honestly and how involved my mum was. I assured him that I had ended the friendship with Reuben…

“Daniel, for you to be sure that I belong to you, Get me pr€gnant… that way my parents will have no choice than let me marry you”

“Nwala”

“Yes Dee”

“No… I can’t do that… I want to marry you because I deserve you, not because I got you pr€gnant” Daniel said affirmatively

“So how do I earn your trust?” I asked

“You just earned it” Daniel said…

And that was how everything went back to normal…

CLICK HERE TO READ “NWALA ; THE BITTERSWEET STORY” (PART 19&20) – OPEYEMI AKINTUNDE.

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