HER DECISION.
If your mum, dad, elder sister and brothers insisted that you should take him back, would you? I asked her in my mild and depressed tone.
What did you say? She asked back.
I said if…
I didn’t ask you to repeat the question. She interrupted; cutting me half way through my speech. I can’t believe you just said that. Is my family the ones to tell me who to stay with? Or are you indirectly telling me that you have…
No! I didn’t let her say those words. I had not given up on her; not for a single minute of our brief but memorable moments together.
She had been through a lot and I was committed to getting her back to her original self. Her formal relationship was nothing but “abusive”. She had fallen “blindly” in love with a guy that didn’t deserve her by any means at all. She had loved him but the guy kept flirting with other girls right in her presence, may be because he felt she had nowhere to go to. She kept enduring it hoping things will get better even though that didn’t seem to be coming in a long while. It was in the midst of this emotional turmoil that I came into the picture.
Me and Pamela had been mates back in school and been the shy kid that I was then, I couldn’t go past the official “hello” we said to each other every day we came to school even though she was my biggest crush back in the day. We graduated and lost touch with each other for over six years until three months ago when that part of my life which she dominated but I had tried to keep latent came back alive when I finally saw her again after many years a public function which we both happened to make the guest list. Seeing her in that purple gown elegantly dressed cleared every doubt in my head of her not been her. Of course she was the one. How could I even doubt it in the first place? She looked as adorable as I last remembered her and the air of confidence that usually surrounded her still persisted on. Without even thinking much, I headed straight to where she was seating and I reached the canopy she sat in, she met my gaze and… she had not forgotten me either. We exchanged compliments, caught up with time and seemed to have forgotten what actually brought us there probably due to the excitement of our reunion. We got talking afterwards; very frequently and one thing led to another so we decided to give each other a chance and see where this feeling leads us.
That was when the Ex-boy friend remembered he also wanted her back. He suddenly became the gentle man she never knew all the time they stayed together.
Within this short while with her, she poured out her life to me like an open book and I made up my mind to return the favor in full measure by doing everything possible within the realm of sanity to make her happy again.
I thought I was trying my best but actually she was the one actually taking the heat from the guy’s pestering and every time I looked into her eyes, I saw her sincere need for a true friend; someone who would genuinely listen to her innermost cravings.
So when she heard me ask her that question, she felt I was giving up already and it hurt me badly when I discovered I didn’t convey my message properly. She had proven countless times to me how she would rather take her stand with me by her side and I understood what that meant for her especially due to the fact that she was a woman.
Sweet heart am sorry, I didn’t mean it that way please. That was the best I could get out.
It’s all right. She replied. But I knew it wasn’t. She was hurt by those words I said and I hated myself for it.
He is coming to the house this evening and I intend to put an end to this madness once and for all. She continued.
Sweet; don’t you think… but she cut me half way.
Just come to the house at 5pm please. Will you? She asked but I was sure she already knew my response. Of course I will. I answered.
Knock! Knock!
Yes come in. it was her elder sister’s voice I heard. So I walked in through the gate and elegantly moved towards the building in front of me as I “scanned” through the neatly arranged compound.
Good evening Erdoo. How are you doing? I greeted her.
Very well thank you. You are welcome. She responded. Her sister was as beautiful as she was; a little more, I think more like the Rachael and Leah kind of “comparism” in the Bible.
Please make yourself comfortable. Pamela went to get something at a shop close by.
As we got talking, the mum walked into the parlor and I quickly stood up to greet her.
“Msuur da vaan Wan Wam”. She responded warmly.
As we got talking, Pamela walked in almost at the same time with Jeremiah.
An outburst of jealousy and excitement came alive within me and I understood why. With the way she talked to her elder sister, it seemed to me like the whole thing had been planned out and I was the only person who was not in the know of what was going on.
I want to thank you all for coming. She started in her usual tone.
Jerry, do you love me? Why wasn’t that question directed to me? I wondered quietly. She didn’t wait for his response and continued. Will you do anything I asked you to do?
Of course I will. Anything for you my baby. That was his response.
Opening the cup of liquid milk in her hand, she spilled it on the green rug that overlaid the floor of the room and watched everything soak into it leaving the white patchy stains over the area to the amazement of everyone in the room.
Please can you help me pack back the milk into this cup?
Haba! That’s not possible; it’s soaked in the rug already. It’s all but lost. Jerry answered with a frustrating look on his face.
That’s my point exactly. All this time, I have been with you, I gave you my heart without any reservation yet at every instance you made a fool of me and now that you have spilled your “milk” away, you want it back? How is that possible?
I have finally found a love that is willing to treat me like a lady that is worthy of it and I won’t let you or anyone destroy it for me. You once had your chance, yet you blew it away.
All the while, I look in her eyes as she spoke on and I saw the pain that words couldn’t express, she couldn’t hold back the tears and at that moment I knew she needed a shoulder to lean on.
I made for her, wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me feeling her heart beat against my chest.
Never leave me please. She said over my shoulder and I didn’t need to look in her eyes to know what that meant to her. She had made a decision; and it was me. I was proud of her.
I love you and I am proud of you. I replied. I had made mine too but at that moment, I saw the need to reaffirm it too.

let's go.
wait s that d end or beginning?

That's the ending.@ Seyi. Hope you enjoyed it?

wow, It's short and precise
me love it

I'm not sure why you left out the inverted commas for direct speech. Might sound quaint but it can cause problems of its own. Not bad but I'd say you need to pay attention to clarity and punctuation.

Writeditor:
I'm not sure why you left out the inverted commas for direct speech. Might sound quaint but it can cause problems of its own. Not bad but I'd say you need to pay attention to clarity and punctuation.

Thank you very much for the observations. They are duely noted.