Love hurts too

After lunch, the ladies departed to their different abodes as they cheerfully bid themselves goodbye.

Shortly, Nasha arrived at her apartment as she elatedly wanted to share the good news with Richardson, her lover.

But when she got to the apartment, she discovered that Richardson hasn’t returned from work, then she thought it wise to make dinner for him before he returns.

She quickly undressed and changed to kitchen attire then proceeded to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When she got there, she switched on the kitchen light, then walked straight to the center of the kitchen to open the cupboard.

Nasha brought out five pieces of Irish potatoes and began to peel them. After she finished peeling the potatoes, she meticulously washed them and then began to cut them into circle sizes.

Then in the next minute, she placed a frying pan on the lighted gas, and when it was heated, she added a good amount of oil into the pan. And after some seconds, she began to add the sliced potatoes to the pan one after the other.

She was already rounding off frying the last slices of the Irish potatoes when she suddenly felt her phone beep in her back pocket. Then she hurriedly put her hands into her pocket and brought it out.

She swiped the phone and proceeded to open the message inbox. But what she saw there, left her perplexed as the message read weird.

Nasha, you need to come to 182 Broad St Birmingham B15 IAD, United Kingdom.

Don’t bother knowing the sender, I’m just a mere messenger of truth.

Nasha became very worried about the content of the message and who the messenger was. And in no distant time, she quickly turned off the gas and dashed off to the location she was asked to come.

Her mind throbbed extremely hard as she wasn’t sure of what she was going to expect at the strange location.

“Please, hurry up, Mister. Drive faster please, I need to catch up on an appointment. ”

Nasha said to the bolt driver.

“ok, ma'am. I’ll.” He snapped.

And after about one hour's drive, they got to the location where she was instructed to come, then she alighted and handed 25 pounds to the driver.

Nasha walked swiftly to the house number that read in the sms and as she stood before the big gate, she tried to dial the number that she received the message from, but the number wasn’t connecting.

Then having stood for minutes, she decided to enter the building.

When she got there, the place had the look of a hotel.

Thus, she conscientiously scrutinized the building and on seeing bunches of different colors of light, she became convinced that she was in a clubhouse.

Nasha tiptoed to the hall, where the inscription reads “Bambu night club”. She sneaked in amid the clubbers who blocked the entrance with their different dancing moves.

Nasha moved from one edge of the hall to the other as she looked forward to meeting with the unknown person that asked her to come to 185 Broad St.

And when she got to a particular spot, she observed that they were only two people there. The flashy shirt that she saw, looks exactly like that of her boyfriend, Richardson.

But she shook off the thoughts because she was very sure that Richardson went to work and probably, he might have gotten home already.

Nasha hastily turned away from the place but her instinct kept telling her that who she saw was Richardson and not any sort of illusion.

Then she returned to the place, now standing very close to where the lovers were. And fortunately for her, the light in there, shone brightly such that the identity of the lovers was revealed as she saw Richardson, her boyfriend who was very intoxicated with alcohol, riding a mysterious woman like a horse.

Nasha remained static like someone who was electrocuted for a few seconds as tears rolled down from her eyes like a waterfall.

Who wouldn’t be broken to see her lover having an intimate moment with someone else? Anyone who would tell Nasha to stop sobbing at that moment is more than a household enemy.

However, when Richardson realized that his girlfriend, Nasha has caught him red-handed, he hastily ran after her to plead for mercy and also pacify her.

“Nasha, my Nasha, please, listen. It was just a mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please, please, don’t leave me”. Richardson said remorsefully as he ran swiftly to catch up with her.

But Nasha was already outside of the club, waiting for a cab to pick her up and drop her at Richardson’s apartment.

And luckily, a cab stopped and she hopped in amid her devastated heart, then she sat crying like a child who lost her parents pound.

The more she reminisces on what she beheld in the clubhouse, the good moments that she had had with Richardson, the more hurt she becomes.

Nasha was just a bunch of smithereens at that moment, such that she didn’t notice when the cab driver got to Richardson's apartment.

“Hey miss, wake up, we’ve gotten to the place that you are going. Ain’t here the place?” the driver queried.

Nasha staggeringly got out of the cab and dragged her feet to her room. She hastily dabbed her face with her hands to appear strong to whomsoever might see her at such a depressing time.

The anger inside of her heart was steaming like boiled water and the fact that she was in the apartment of someone who caused her pain, worsened the situation.

The more she tried to stoop to pack her things into her bag, the more she feels her heart falling apart. Nasha held her heart with one of her hands as she used the other hand to garner her things into her bag.

And rather than allow the pain to depress her further, she hastily put on a new strength, knowing fully that Richardson wouldn’t let her out of his apartment if he meets her there; as he would still find a way to fix things with her.

Then within a few minutes, she picked up all her valuables and shut the door behind her as she ran to Annabel’s apartment.