Bleep…bleep….bleep!!! the buzz of Dolapo’s blackberry woke us up,
“Excuse me sweet, lemme take this outside, its business”.
This has been his routine for some months now and I began to question why.
Dolapo’s attitude began to change towards me, he got angry at every little thing I did or said, he stopped ending his every night text with “I Love You’’. In fact he stopped texting me every day and night and he wouldn’t reply my texts or pick my calls and when i questioned his action, he blamed it on the excessive work on his desk”. I was confused ‘’ ”Has he found someone else’’? I kept asking myself…
The sound of Usher’s ‘’Oh my gosh’’ woke me up from my lost thoughts as my phone rang beside me.
‘’ Hello darling, how are you doing? I have missed you, you know’’. It was Dolapo.
‘’ Moroti, we need to talk’’.
Two days later, Dolapo and I arranged to meet up in harvester.
”What will you like to eat?’’.
’’I will just have coke for now, lets go straight to the point”.
Dolapo looked around the room nervously and shifted around in his chair while scratching his neck. ‘’Actually Moroti…. erm… I don’t know how to tell you this but its only fair to tell you”.
My heart started pounding like it was going to fly out of my chest. An inkling of Dolapo cheating sent a cold shiver down my spine. He grabbed hold of my hands, his shimmering light brown eyes came in contact with my hazel almond-shaped eyes; and then he delivered the bomb shell ”Moroti… I am… I am married”.
I laughed nervously. ”You are joking right? Please tell me this is a joke’’.
He held my hands tight. ”Moroti, please listen to me, i am serious… i am married…i am really sorry’’.
I looked into his eyes. He looked serious. My head began to spin and I felt faint. I sat there speechless and I began to remember all the promises he made to me, how he promised to always love and cherish me, the night he deflowered me… I got up and dashed out of the room i didn’t even know how i got home i sat on my bed and i heard the sound of thunder storm. It began to rain. I couldn’t even cry, the rain was crying for me. ”How could Dolapo do this to me? I always fantasized us holding hands and walking down the aisle, being with someone i really love. ”No, he can’t be married”, i thought, ‘‘He will knock on my door and tell me he was joking and that it was his special way of proposing to me, and how i could believe such …….”. I kept waiting patiently for ‘Dee’ (as this was his pet name) to knock on my door but the knocks never came.
The next day, there was still no sign of Dolapo. The whole thing began to sink in and the head-spinning of the previous day had turned into a full blown migraine. I began to think over the whole thing from the first day we met, and everything began to make sense, ”But why would he ask me out and even ask me to get serious with him when he knew he was married?’’
These are the questions i kept asking myself and couldn’t find an answer to. “What am I going to do now? Where am I going to start from? What will i tell my friends? Was i too cheap? Can I trust any man again?”