"Guy, I was so happy she was around. I tried to show her a good time. Came to my place one day, we made out and all. Even had sex. I mean, I took her around to do all her shopping, not knowing she was shopping for her wedding!!!
She used me for sex, guy! I've now turned to holiday sex, abi. Bastard!" he said.
Then I thought back to when she came on holiday.
Her holiday was about three weeks long. I saw her a couple of times. We all even hung out together, no big deal.
One evening, she called me; she was in tears, threatening that she was going to kill herself. I tried to calm her down to find out what was happening. But to no avail.
So I got in my car and drove to her hotel to talk some sense into her. And of course, find out what was going on...
It was even worse than I could imagine.
She had already downed a whole bottle of liquor. Screaming, yelling, scattering the whole room. Then she grabbed a table knife and started threatening to cut herself.
I grabbed a pillow to shield my body and a blanket, and quickly rushed toward her to stop her from doing something silly. She struggled for a bit, then gradually calmed down when she saw she couldn't free herself.
You know all my working out finally paid off. Held her down like a champ!
Gave her a little more time to cry before asking what was up.
"That bastard! He’s still cheating on me, a few days to our wedding!"
Long story short.
Her olofofo or 'loyal' friend (depending on how you want to look at it) saw her fiancé with another girl in the club. And that one called her on FaceTime to show her what was happening. She tried calling him, but he didn't pick up.
Days passed, and everybody was trying to beg this girl. Her fiancé even flew in (boss behavior) for two days to beg. She eventually calmed down.
We all thought she was over it.
Until one day...
One Friday night. I went out with my colleagues. As I was getting into the car, I saw a familiar face.
It was this girl.
"Ahn ahn, madam, what are you doing here?" I asked innocently.
"You too, what are you doing here?" she answered defensively.
"I’m here with my co-workers. You?"
"Leave me, please," she said and walked away.
I had my eyes on her. She looked like she was waiting for someone. Kept watching, hoping to see the guy and praying that it would be someone I know.
She was about to fuck up, and my church mind couldn’t let her be.
So I sent her a message:
"You’re going to regret what you're about to do. End the relationship and heal; revenge will hurt you more than him!... Besides, the guy you’re waiting for doesn't even think you're special enough to be on time for?"
She didn't reply, but I couldn't watch her looking miserable any longer, so I sent a drink to her table and left.
