I got back home and rushed into the bathroom, I opened the shower, sat down on the titled floor and wept. I took my sponge and scrubbed every part of my body, just to wash his filthy hands off me. I was in the bathroom for God knows how many hours. In the bathroom, I thought of so many things, it was a time of reflection for me.
“Enough is enough, I think it’s time to go back to God” I said to myself
I came back into the room, knelt down and cried to God for forgiveness. I made a promise to God never to indulge in any sexual act again until I get married.
I made so many promises to serve, obey him and all. I put off my phone and slept.
The next day I put on phone and his message pop in.
He apologized for what happened the previous day. I was still reading his text when his call came in. I decided to pick it after several rings.
“Baby, I’m so sorry, I was really tired yesterday”
I didn’t say a word and he continued ranting over the phone.
“Baby please say something”
“What do you want me to say, when did you become this bad, this is not you”
“Please just forgive me, please….”
“Hope this won’t happen again?”
“It will never happen again, I promise”
“I have a condition” I said
“What’s the condition”
“No more sex”
He laughed. “I know you are saying this because you are angry, all the same, I’ve heard you”
“You are laughing right! you think I’m joking, I’m dead serious”
“I’ve heard you, is that all?”
“Yes, for now”
“OK my love, I’ll talk to you later”
He ended the call and I couldn’t help but cry. I’m I in a right relationship?” I asked myself.
He acted normal for a month. He calls and even visited me twice and after that Tunde shut down again like Nigeria’s electricity.
I was so preoccupied, the only day I can meet him at home is Sunday. But now Sunday is out of it because my schedules are tight on Sundays too. Ever since the last incident, I’ve been committed in Church.
After church service I’ll have to attend meetings upon meetings and by 5pm I’ll have to be in the house fellowship which I can’t afford to miss being the new house fellowship leader.
For like two months I did not set my eyes on him. Now he doesn’t pick my calls and of course he never return my calls. The reality of loosing him now hit me. I cried my eyes out when it dawn on me that my 5years relationship is crumbling before my very eyes.
Everybody knew us to be an item, my family, his family, friends, What will I tell them. It’s 4months gone and we did not see each other despite the fact that we both stay in the same Lagos.
I called my cousin, Joy and told her what was going on.
“Pamilerin, don’t stop calling him”
“Even if he’s not picking my calls?”
“Yes, keep on calling and please create time and go see him . So that it can be said of you that you did your best”
“I’ve heard you. I’ll find time and check on him”
On Sunday, I decided not to attend all my Sunday meetings just for me to see him. I went to his house but to my surprise, I met the room empty. I was told he had moved out, the guy I met in his compound said he had no idea of where he relocated to.
The guy asked how come I never he knew he relocated.
I took his question for an insult. But he is right, how will my boyfriend move out without my knowledge
“Do you remember the last time you visited him?” he asked.
“Ehn ehn! He moved out the second day”
My hand bag and phone fell from my hand.
“Are you sure of what you just said?”
“Yes, I’m sure because I asked after you when he was parking and he said you left the previous evening”.
I refused to believe the guy. Tunde had another friend in the compound, I checked on him, but he was not around. I left the place troubled, I called him severally and he did not pick my calls.
I returned home in the evening and I texted him, he called back and told me he’ll come to my house the next weekend, I asked him where he relocated to but he refuse to disclose his new address. ……
To be Continued…… Watch Out For Episode 9