LETTER TO ME
LETTER TO ME
Chapter One (Cont'd)
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Jane watched him approach the doors of the restaurant, and bowed her head again
“Lord, teach me what to do. I want this man to love me, but I want him to love you like I know he used to. Whatever you want me to do, Lord, I yield. Amen”.
“Amen”. She looked up, startled. Arnold had reached her table and pulled the chair across, to sit.
“You are late. Earlier than most other times, but late all the same"
“Sorry” he said, and raised a brow
“How did you know I was here, at this table”? She asked
“Well, only you wouldn’t mind saying a prayer in a place like this. You do that everywhere you go”
Arnold didn’t believe in praying everywhere.
Almost didn’t believe in praying at all. "What will be, will be" he always said. In his opinion, prayer didn’t make any thing happen. Things just did, because they are supposed to. She studied him for a bit.
“You look nice” she said. It was all she could say to break the awkward silence that was growing.
“Thank you” he replied, and looked down at himself “I picked the shirt myself. Was wondering when you’d notice” He chuckled.
There it was again, that prideful tone. She hated it when he talked about this shirt and that watch and those accessories. When would he learn that there was more to life and living than possessing all the ‘finer things of life’ as he called them? It made her angry every time he talked about things
BE CALM, MY CHILD.
She took a deep breath and looked at him. He was lost to the match on the TV. She’d never understood what was so interesting about some men in boxer shots kicking a ball around, and shouting once it was in the net.
“Arnold…”? She called
“Yeah”
“Could you look away from that TV on minute”? She fought for control over her anger. How could a match happening far away, a match he’d probably seen before, be more important than their failing relationship?
“Arnold” She banged her fist on the table. He jerked and turned to face her.
“I’m sorry. You were saying”?
“Did you come to see the game or me”? She asked, indignant.
“You of course. But there’s no reason I can’t multitask, right”? He chuckled.
Lord, help me, she prayed.
“We need to talk” she clenched her teeth.
Arnold knew the moment of truth he tried to avoid all this while had come. She had sad eyes. She tried to hide them, but they were clear as day.
"We need to talk". Arnold feared he knew what she would say. She had said them time and again. He always said he would do better, he would be better. He had made promises and kept none of them.
This time however, he feared it was over, and he’d never get the chance to make another promise.
She reminded him of their first meeting, the early days of the friendship and how much fun it was. How he had shyly asked her out and how she had excitedly said yes. All the promises he made, and how she’d been waiting on the fulfillment of just one of them.
Arnold swallowed. Was this what they called a life defining moment? His throat itched. He tried to focus on her voice and listen, but his mind was spinning.
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Post By: Shaibu Nathaniel
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Chapter One (Cont'd)
*
Jane watched him approach the doors of the restaurant, and bowed her head again
“Lord, teach me what to do. I want this man to love me, but I want him to love you like I know he used to. Whatever you want me to do, Lord, I yield. Amen”.
“Amen”. She looked up, startled. Arnold had reached her table and pulled the chair across, to sit.
“You are late. Earlier than most other times, but late all the same"
“Sorry” he said, and raised a brow
“How did you know I was here, at this table”? She asked
“Well, only you wouldn’t mind saying a prayer in a place like this. You do that everywhere you go”
Arnold didn’t believe in praying everywhere.
Almost didn’t believe in praying at all. "What will be, will be" he always said. In his opinion, prayer didn’t make any thing happen. Things just did, because they are supposed to. She studied him for a bit.
“You look nice” she said. It was all she could say to break the awkward silence that was growing.
“Thank you” he replied, and looked down at himself “I picked the shirt myself. Was wondering when you’d notice” He chuckled.
There it was again, that prideful tone. She hated it when he talked about this shirt and that watch and those accessories. When would he learn that there was more to life and living than possessing all the ‘finer things of life’ as he called them? It made her angry every time he talked about things
BE CALM, MY CHILD.
She took a deep breath and looked at him. He was lost to the match on the TV. She’d never understood what was so interesting about some men in boxer shots kicking a ball around, and shouting once it was in the net.
“Arnold…”? She called
“Yeah”
“Could you look away from that TV on minute”? She fought for control over her anger. How could a match happening far away, a match he’d probably seen before, be more important than their failing relationship?
“Arnold” She banged her fist on the table. He jerked and turned to face her.
“I’m sorry. You were saying”?
“Did you come to see the game or me”? She asked, indignant.
“You of course. But there’s no reason I can’t multitask, right”? He chuckled.
Lord, help me, she prayed.
“We need to talk” she clenched her teeth.
Arnold knew the moment of truth he tried to avoid all this while had come. She had sad eyes. She tried to hide them, but they were clear as day.
"We need to talk". Arnold feared he knew what she would say. She had said them time and again. He always said he would do better, he would be better. He had made promises and kept none of them.
This time however, he feared it was over, and he’d never get the chance to make another promise.
She reminded him of their first meeting, the early days of the friendship and how much fun it was. How he had shyly asked her out and how she had excitedly said yes. All the promises he made, and how she’d been waiting on the fulfillment of just one of them.
Arnold swallowed. Was this what they called a life defining moment? His throat itched. He tried to focus on her voice and listen, but his mind was spinning.
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Post By: Shaibu Nathaniel
IG: @neightan_
Twitter: @neightan__
FB: Nathan Omeiza Adinoyi
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