There I was, standing opposite the yellow bungalow house doing nothing but contemplating whether to go in or not. I stared at the window hoping to catch a glimpse of the one I seek but saw nothing.

Why am I even looking for her after what has done to me? The news of her sudden marriage had left me devastated when I was told, I had felt as if she had sold out a portion of my heart.

Although my instinct urged me to turn back but eventually my heart won. The doorbell rang melodiously when it felt my touch. I waited for a reply but I didn’t hear one until the fifth time when a feminine voice spoke from the inside.

A few minutes later, when the door was opened, I was stunned by the sight I behold, the figure standing before me was that light skinned damsel who I had sworn to walk down the aisle.

Her charming smile which I have missed so much was nowhere to be found, instead, she wore marks of all sort which got me wondering if she had an encounter with a wildfire animal.

The surprise on her face when she saw me was enormous, we stood staring at each other for seconds before I broke the silence. ‘Hello Fatima, it’s been ages’ I greeted.

‘Oh Segun, is this really you? When did you come back?’ she shot arrows of question at me which I answered diligently before I was ushered in.

‘Why did you break the secret vow of love we had Fatima?’ I asked looking into her pale face.

She ignored my question and went inside. She came back moments later with two cups containing a bluish liquid and offered one to me which I rejected.

‘Please answer my question lady’ i said with boiling blood.

She gently placed my cup of liquid on the table and took a seat. She motioned for me to do the same.

‘Am very sorry for what happened Segun, it wasn’t my fault’ she said fighting back the tears in her eyes.

‘Then whose fault is it?’ I roared.

‘Come on Seg, you know how much I love you. I was determined to wait patiently till you come back but my parents forced me to get married. They had me drugged and raped by Michael, their ‘Mr right’ when they found it difficult to convince me’ she paused a little.

‘That rape resulted in a pregnancy, which left me no choice but to be his bride’ she confessed finally letting the tears flow.

The anger in my heart vanished, replaced with sympathy for her. I went to where she sat, pulled her

up from the chair and gently wiped off the tears with the back of my hand. One thing led to another and we found ourselves locked in a highly passionate kissing game, the one had dreamed of while I was away. It took a few seconds before she came back to her sense and halted the game.

‘Its too late now, I am married with two kids’ she pulled herself away from me.

‘You should go now Segun, my husband will soon get back. I pray you find a new lover’ She said after glancing at the wall clock.

I left with a heavy heart, so melancholic that my valuable treasure was stolen from me. But whose fault was it, was I not the one who traveled and left my queen alone? But it wasn’t my pleasure to go on such a journey.

My thought flowed in all direction like the ocean, I was too deep in thought to notice the havoc an incoming Crv jeep was about to wreck until it was too late. I managed to duck by the roadside but that didn’t prevent the mud splashed by the vehicle from staining my trouser. I cursed bitterly but it doesn’t seem the driver knew of my existence.

Suddenly I felt my hand was strangely free unlike when I was going to her house. My mind quickly went to my traveling bag which I had left on the chair when we were having a tete-a-tete. I turned back and started making my journey back to her house.

When I got there, I was shocked to find the same car which had molested my trouser neatly parked in the front of the house. While still wondering about the car, my attention was drawn to the scream coming from the house. I quickly dashed toward the door and opened it. The sight I witnessed when I got in was outrageous. I found my precious jewel on the floor being assaulted by a man I presume to be her husband. As courtesy demands, I rushed toward the man and tried to stop him from kicking the life out of her but he yanked me away and continue with the beating. I became furious and launched a mighty blow on him.

He fell down but stood up moments later and came at me with a broken glass cup. I knocked out the weapon from his hand and broke one of his fingers.

I began kicking him as he did to my Jewel until she begged me to stop. I eventually stopped but promised to come to claim his life if he ever lay a finger on my Fatima and with that, I took my bag and walked out of the house.

‘If I wasn’t conscripted into the army, I wouldn’t have lost my jewel to an insane fellow’ i thought as I walked my way back home.

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