I shook my head. “No, my mind is made up already, I must go out there and find some semblance of happiness again before MD kills me with depression.”
I went inside to shower and get dressed. Was surprised to find Aunty Meg still seated waiting for me.
“Aunty Meg, you’re still here? Thought you’d returned to your apartment?” I said to her.
“Okay, so, you’re driving me away now?”
“Me, drive you away? Of course not!” I assured her. “But the thing is, I will soon be on my way out and you know that.”
Just then, I heard a car park by my side of the building. I dismissed the sound of the engine and focused on taking a good look at myself in the mirror. Aunty just sat there, watching me with a scorn on her face. I ignored her and returned my attention to the image before me in the mirror.
Then, the door bell rang. Who could that be? I’d wondered. I stepped forward to open the door. Standing before me outside the door was the last person I expected to see –MD!
To say I was shocked to see him would be an understatement. I literally froze when I found he was the one at the door. He must’ve noticed the shock on my face because he smiled when he looked at me. He liked the fact that he surprised me but I didn’t find it the least amusing. I had a date to catch and he was standing in my way.
“Going somewhere?” he asked me, still smiling, looking at me teasingly. That was the look he often gave me whenever he wanted to be mischievous.
I couldn’t say a word. I couldn’t respond to his question. I just stood there watching him as he walked inside the room confidently like the owner of the house that he is.
“You’re welcome, sir,” Aunty Meg greeted him excitedly. She seemed so happy to see him. She was displaying the sort of excitement I should’ve shown as his woman. But I was too stunned, too shocked to display any kind of emotion.
“How are you doing, Meg?,” MD returned, stretching out his hand to shake her. He was looking more handsome than I had ever seen him look.
“I am fine, MD, and you?” Aunty Meg responded as she glanced at me from the corner of her eyes. She was loving the discomfort I was in.
