Chidimma my baby – episode 6 by Ngozi Lovelyn
After waiting for 5 hours, I was growing worried and anxious.
I couldn’t understand anything and why she was still to reach the hotel.
And having her both lines unreachable got me loosing my mind.
I kept wondering.
And then, my phone started ringing.
I rushed it, knowing she was the one, because I wasn’t ready to accept any call that wasn’t from her.
And luckily, she was the one calling.
At that point, I was already brewing with anger on what was really going on.
It was like, she was playing with my emotions. I didn’t ask her anything while the call was still on.
I just remained mute, waiting for her to explain herself.
And she said, I shouldn’t be mad with her, that she was caught in the middle of something and that her phone was down, that she just charged it. And that she was already on her way and will see me soon.
I didn’t reply her. She did the talking and ended the call.
She assured me that I would see her soon. I expected my self to be jumping in excitement, but I had gotten tired of doing that.
“What if really she doesn’t want to see me?
What if she is posting me?
What if she is married?
Wait, is she married?
Because this is beginning to look real. If really Chidimma is not married, she would even sleep at the airport just to wait for my arrival.
If she isn’t married, it wouldn’t take her this long to see me.”
I fell into rhetoric as everything started appearing real to me.
And then, I got nervous, scared.
I lost all desire of seeing her.
I couldn’t bear to have my heart crushed.
I started thinking about some scenarios that happened in the past. The more I remember them, the more everything was beginning to come together and make sense.
I was dealing with a married woman and that was it.
About 1hr later, her call came in, saying she was already at the hotel.
I was called by the receptionist that a lady in the name of Chidimma is here to see me.
I then gave her the permission to allow her in.
Chidimma was in the same building with me, remaining seconds for her to reach my room, but I wasn’t feeling the joy anymore. I was supposed to be dancing in ocean of excitement, but nothing was happening. She broke my heart. I concluded without having her told me herself.
Guys, I was standing face to face with her.
She knew I wasn’t happy.
Maybe, she thought I already found out, because I refused to hug her.
I was just looking at her to explain why she kept me waiting and why it took her long to come and see me.
Though, I was suspecting it, but I was praying in my heart for it not to be true.
For her to give me another explanation that doesn’t say she was married.
The next thing she did, she knelt down and started crying.
“So why are you crying now? To tell me you are married?” I asked as my heart continued beating fast, not ready to receive the ugly news
Having asked that, her tears intensified.
“I am so sorry. It was my parents that forced me. And I waited for you. It took you so long to come back. Everybody was on me”
At that point, I wasn’t interested in hearing whatever she was saying anymore. It felt like my world has ended.
For the first time, since I became a man, I cried like a baby. I wished for it to be a terrible nightmare I would wake up from.
The heart break was too unbearable that I was ready to hear any solution out of it.
And she brought a solution which I accepted without giving it a second thought.
She told me she was willing to leave the marriage, that she does not love the man she was forced to marry him, that she loves only me.
The moment I heard that, I asked her if she was really going to do it.
And she said yes, that since she has seen me and that I’m really back to Nigeria, she was willing to do anything to have me again.
And I agreed with her immediately.
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