He approached me with mean steps and I tried my best to muffle my laugh.
Gospel: Who’s he?
Gospel: The boy you went out with. The same one you just k!$$£d.
Me: That means you were spying on us?
Gospel: Answer me right now. Who’s he?
His tone was now high and obviously angry. I grinned at the thought of him being jealous.
Me: Okay. No nee-d for you to be angry okay? I’ll tell you. You see,when he [email protected]£ to pick me up this evening, he was just a friend from school, but after a wonderful night, I’m proud to say that he’s my b©yfri£nd.
Like lightening, he pushed towards me and held my arm and I winced in pain.
Me: Leave me alone Gospel.
Gospel: Is that how shameless you’ve become? You left this house with your face heavily made up and look how you [email protected]£ back. You even have the guts to k!sshim when you know my window overlooks the gate. To spite me right?
Me: You’re just being jealous that someone else is doing what you couldn’t do. Leave my arm.
He left my arm and stepped back.
Gospel: Amanda what happened to you? Why are you doing this?
Me: What happened to me? You think I’ll sit down in this house, mourning my heart because you broke up with me? Sorry to disappoint you because I’ve moved on. You did that as well so let me be. That’s why you refused to acknowledge our greeting before we left. My life is no longer your business so quit acting like you’re my b©yfri£ndand let me be.
He [email protected] at my words and I felt his eyes tear up.
Gospel: But you know I loved you and always will?
Me: I believed that as well. But your love is selfish. Your love is self centered. You’re no worse than those loafers that took advantage of me. You moved on before you even broke up with me and if Kamsi and I hadn’t caught you in the act, I would have being dwelling in sorrow of why you are avoiding me. I wouldn’t have met Hillary and I wouldn’t be this happy. The earlier you st©p monitoring me, the better for you.
I walked out on him, happy with myself for not breaking down in front of him. I’ve moved on and I can’t wait to share my dinner experience with Kamsi and mum.
The next morning,I took Kamsi to mum who was dressing to go to her boutique. I told them word by word about what had transpired at Golden Royale including the proposed visit to a counselor. They were both happy for me and mum apologised for not thinking about taking me to a counselor all these while.
We were talking about when to invite him over for dinner when Gospel stormed into the room.
Gospel: He’s not coming to this house.
Kamsi and I stood up to face him, re-ady for an attack but surprisingly, mum was calm.
Gospel: Cause he’s not good for her. I know his likes. This university cheap boys who’ll do anything to get a beautiful girl on his be-d including coming to her place with borrowed cars and suits.
Kamsi: But he won’t include slee-ping with different girls before breaking up with her.
Gospel closed his eyes and swallowed ha-rd . He opened them again and gave Kamsi a very mean stare.
Kamsi: I’m sorry mum.
Mum turned back to Gospel.
Mum: If he’s not good for her, who then is good for her? Will you be the one to choose a spouse for her?
Gospel: Bu…..but mum,I saw that boy, the look……
Mum: You’ve being standing there, eavesdropping on us and its wrong.
Gospel: I was also coming to tell you about him when I heard you all discussing the same thing. But I’m sorry. And I still maintain the fact that he’s not good for her.
Mum: Amanda will say who is good for her and who’s not. You don’t have a right to decide for her. She’s matured enough now so plea-se, I’ll advice you to st©p meddling.
There was a look of surprise on his face.
Gospel: I’m I now meddling?
Mum: If you don’t mind, I beg to leave now. Kamsi, make sure to lock my room after you people are done.
She picked up her hand bag, looked at herself in the mirror and stepped out of the room. Gospel sized Kamsi and myself and also left.
Kamsi: He’s now ma-king me to dislike him the more.
Me: plea-se don’t. He also approached me last night immediately I [email protected]£ into the house.
Kamsi: He did?
I told her what had happened between Gospel and I. She didn’t find it funny.
Kamsi: Why didn’t you tell mum?
Me: Let’s just forget it. Are the girls done with ma-king breakfast?
Kamsi: Let’s go and check. It’s past seven alre-ady.
We went downstairs and the table was alre-ady made for breakfast. We sat down and helped ourselves to the meal.
Ken [email protected]£ in just when we were almost done. We greeted him and he sat down to join us.
Ken: Where’s is big bro?
Kamsi scoffed and continued with her meal. Ken looked at me for answers but I shrugged my shoulders.
Ken: Kammy I wonder when this bad blood between you two will st©p.
Kamsi: Of course I was thinking about it before now. But after what he did last night and this morning, I don’t think it’ll ever st©p.
Ken: What’s the problem again?
Kamsi told him about Hillary and Gospel’s view on it.
Ken: He’s just jealous. It’s normal for him to feel that way.
Kamsi: Does he now expect Amy not to move on when he’s busy having the fun of his life?
Ken: Okay. I’ll talk to him later. For now, let me talk to Amanda.
I raised my head up and looked at him.
Ken: Are you comfortable with that guy?
Ken: And you’re not with him to get back at Gospel?
Kamsi: Even if……
Ken: Kamsi I’m not talking to you. Amanda?
Me: Gospel didn’t even come to my mind the moment I agreed to be with him. He’s just un-derstanding and calm and I like him a lot.
Ken: You know you shouldn’t take decisions like this in a hurry, just be careful till you’re sure of his intentions. Let’s not get too excited for now okay?
Me: Thanks Ken.
Ken: Its nothing. Now you two should allow me to eat. I’m late for the office.
The exams were over and I was grateful. Kamsi and I invited Rose and Hillary to the house for lunch and dinner on Sunday and they had agreed to come.
The next day being Friday, Hillary called, asking for permission to come pick me so we could eat out. I dressed up and didn’t wait for long before his honk [email protected]£ and I stepped out to meet him. We drove to an eatery where we ate quietly. We finished without discussing anything and he drove to shoprite.
Me: What do you wanna buy?
Hillary: Anything. I just want to spend this afternoon with you.
We shared a quic-k k!ssbefore alighting from the car.
He asked me to pick anything I wanted. I had always fantasized about finishing a full bucket of ice cream so it was the only thing I picked. He wasn’t satisfied with that so he started picking boxes of sweets, chocolates, biscuits and drinks.
The ride back home was interesting as I had my bucket of ice cream and was spooning good quantities into my mouth and that of Hillary. I texted Kamsi, telling her that we were coming back and she said she was going to wait for us at the car park.
Hillary drove into the house and while he made for the bags, I just stepped out with my bucket of ice cream which hasn’t gone down a bit.
Kamsi welcomed us and took the bags inside including my bucket of ice cream.
Me: So you ain’t coming in?
Hillary: Not today. I have somewhere to be by 5:30 and look, its almost 5:00.
He fixed his gaze behind me and I followed to see Gospel walking towards us. My face flu-shed as I wondered why he was at home.
Hillary: Good day.
Gospel: Save your greetings. Who are you and what are you doing here?
Hillary looked stunned. He looked at me and I couldn’t say anything.
Hillary: I’m Hillary, a…..
Gospel: What are you doing here?
I had to come in now. He won’t embarras-s my b©yfri£nd. I won’t let him.
Me: Gospel you’re embarras-sing my b©yfri£ndand I don’t like it.
Gospel: Did you say that to my face?
Me: You heard right. It’s…..
I turned to him and he asked me to come. I went closer and he hvgged me.
Hillary: Don’t argue. I’ll be here on Sunday. I won’t allow you to get into a fight with your brother.
He k!$$£d me not minding Gospel’s pres£nce. He entered his car and drove off.
Gospel: How shameless. Better tell him not to step into this house on Sunday because I’ll break his bones.
Me: You’ll do no such thing. You won’t dare.
Gospel: Don’t push your lucks. You can’t just bring in anyb©dy to this house. Its not done.
I scoffed and walked closer to him.
Me: You just feel threatened by him. He’s a lot better than you so quit trying to make a mountain out of an ant hill.
Gospel: I can never feel threatened by him. If you want to do anything to spite me, look for alre-ady made men, men who’ll treat you right, not some university boy who goes round in borrowed cars.
Me: Made men indeed. Made men like you? God forbid. Its better I follow this university boy around than a made man who can’t control his libi-do, a made man who doesn’t care about the feelings of those he hurts. You don’t know Hillary Thompson but I promise you, he’s alre-ady a made man, not some fake guy who is wallowing un-der his father’s treasures.
He raised his hand to hit me and I ducked. He didn’t st©p. He held my arm and pu-ll-ed ha-rd , causing me to cry out in pain.
Gospel: Not a word against me next time you cheap…..
Kamsi: Cheap what?
Gospel left me immediately and stepped back.
Kamsi: You’re just disgustingly jealous. I regret that you’re my brother.
She held my hand and we walked into the house, leaving Gospel behind.
We got to the kitchen and she brou-ght out a pack of ice and placed it on my arm.
Kamsi: Sorry okay?
Me: Is that how he is?
Kamsi: Sometimes,especially if he’s angry. But what happened?
I told her everything and she just smiled.
Kamsi: Just let it be. We’ll report to mum once she’s back.
Me: No plea-se. Let it be.
Kamsi: That’s what you always say. I’ll let it go this time but when next he t©uçhes you, I’ll tell mum.
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Being alone Episode 19 & 20
Gospel what is your problem Jealous, envy or what
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