Ultimatum

“I am not jealous,” he clears his throat and answers defensively, like a male species who don’t want to be a laughing stock.

“Oh, really, then, you don’t have the right to question me about anything, do you agree?” I rebut sarcastically. “At least Seid and I had closure because we used to have a beginning. What about us? We can’t close something, because we never started anything at all. If you like open relationships with no label, please, not me. Because I can’t tolerate that,” I continue while shaking my head, still eyes intact to him.

“Why are you so fixated on being in a relationship when you’ve seen how worse it can be? Cheating husband? Busy boyfriend? Mistress? Huh?”, he pounds the wall behind him.

“Are you talking about Nik and K? Siegfried and I? How about you, you’ve never been in a relationship with someone you love dearly, have you?” I confront him.

“Exactly, why would I if I’ve seen relationships are fake, always crumbling and falling, giving heartaches?” he fights for w