Betrayal - Season 2 - Episode 23

4 years ago

Betrayal - Season 2 - Episode 23

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*continues*
I really couldn’t sleep that sunday, the next day nor the day after, as my body, soul and spirit revolted. They clashed and fought each other for supremacy over the control of my heart. I was terribly lost, dejected and confused. I really couldn’t believe i was thinking over Mike’s request, nor considering seeing him again.
“am i still in love with him?, why am i having all these confusions in my head??, what of Benjamin?? Ain’t i supposed to think only of him, am i mentally sick or what??” i kept asking myself as i searched my mind for hidden answers.
“am i even in love with Benjamin, or am i just using the poor boy to satisfy myself? Chie i don die” i do end up crying with guilt, disbelief and remorse.

I had no one to share my problems with, and Amara who could have helped, really proved to be on Benjamin’s side, so i feared she might report everything to him, if i should open up to her.

The week slowly crept by without Mike showing up nor disturbing me. I tried my best to make good use of my time, concentrated on my studies and returned Benjamin’s love. It really helped me get back some of my confidence, but at night it really was a terrible story. Mike’s image kept appearing in my head.

As a girl i carried my secrets without revealing nothing to anyone. If Benjamin noticed the change in me, he never showed it nor asked any probing questions. I equally avoided Amara to the extent i only saw her thrice that week.

10AM SATURDAY MORNING
I was on my way to my hair dresser’s salon when i ran into Mike at the {hostel} gate.
“why are you here?” i asked coldly. He just smiled and stared at me all over.
“i came to see you my dear, good morning” he murmured. I sighed, pushed him out of my way and walked towards my destination. He instantly ran and held my right hand strongly.

“where are you going? I can drop you” he offered and pointed to an ash {coloured} Nissan Primera car.
“you wan show me sey you don buy old model car abi??” I scoffed, gave him an askance look and tried to continue with my journey, but he still held me strongly and stared into my eyes pleadingly.
“please it won’t do you any harm, moreover we can discuss as i drive you to where ever you are going” he pleaded. I breathed deeply, looked around, saw no familar face within the premises, and nodded,
“alright, but i will never enter your car ever again” i muttered,
“no wahala, thanks dear” he accepted happily, rushed to his car, opened the passenger’s door, helped me in, sat on the driver’s seat, switched on his car engine, backed out the car and stared at me searchingly.
“you can drive to Dora’s salon, i want to *re-touch* my hair” i commanded. He smiled, floored the accelerator and drove towards Dora’s salon.
“i never knew you still patronize her, i thought you always complained that she cuts your hair each time she touches it??” he asked. I looked away and smiled to myself.
“so he still do remember how i complained about Dora during the days we were together, years ago” i reasoned with disbelief.
We soon arrived at the hair dressing salon. He parked his car on a good spot, killed the engine and stared at me.
“i will wait for you” he murmured,
“no don’t bother, thanks” i replied a bit coldly,
“i insist dear” he strongly added. I breathed deeply, shrugged and got out from his car.
“why do i always end up playing this dirty game with him, how will all these end?” i wondered as i walked into the salon.

He sat in his car and waited for me, while i sat in the salon and kept praying to Mother Mary to help, guide and protect me from the dangerous path i was walking into…

A woman’s life is very complicated and uncertain, but male folks never seem to understand or notice…