Experience To Remember #6

Disclaimer: Every story from this series is a creation of Ajibike Oyindamola, figments of my imagination and not based on any real life person(s). Do not use any part of this series without the writer’s permission.

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“Lara, I am getting married next month.”
He said quietly.
She took a sip of the juice in the bottle she held and pretended she had not heard what he said. He touched her lightly and repeated:
“I’m getting married next month.”
“Congrats Jerry!” She said with a big smile. He sighed, knowing how fake the smile was.
She knew this was bound to happen. After all he was older than her and it would be ridiculous thinking he would eventually end up one day with her. She had been the one crushing on him at first and she could recollect the first quirky conversation between them. She had mumbled a hi and he smiled at her, launching her heart into space. Weeks later, she had stopped by his place to say hi. His two bedroom apartment reflected his bachelorhood. The first kiss was tantalizing she had to admit. Unlike her first boyfriend’s. However, they didn’t go further. He had seen her off and she replayed the memory in her head over and over. Their conversation had taken a new light after that kiss.

And after the happening weeks ago that had shaken her, she felt hollow now.
“I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I didn’t intend for this. For us to happen.”
“Neither did I.” She retorted drily.
He brought out a brightly coloured invitation card and handed it to her. She collected it.
“Anita hooks Jerry.” The card read with other details of the event.
She knew the Anita, a dark skinned girl she had seen her picture on his phone. He had said she was just a friend. She smiled now and stood up.
“Are you leaving?” He asked.
“There’s nothing else to say.”
She adjusted her top and threw the bottle of her juice in the dustbin nearby.
“Jerry, what were you thinking?” She asked and walked away, tears gathering in her eyes.
When she got home, she ignored her mother who sat in the sitting room laughing at a movie she was watching on Africa Magic. She walked into her room and sat on the bed. She had cried on her way home, ignoring people who stared at her.

Omolara you’ve been such a stupid girl.
She got up and went into her father’s room. His side table had a drawer in which he kept all his medicine. Many times she had come to get one or the other drug for him. She reached now for the sleeping pills he seldom used. Just a quarter of the pills had been used.
She went back to her room and laid on the bed, swallowing pill after pill.

To be continued.

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