To say that I was disoriented was an understatement.
I thought of running after Tade but it didn’t look like a brilliant idea after he just made it clear that he was through with the relationship.
I hadn’t been more shamefaced and regretful. Teardrops streamed unimpeded down my cheeks and it wouldn’t stop. I tried calling Tade up on his phone a number but he was not answering.
I was blameworthy and Tade had every right to be angry. He had no idea that I could let him down the way I did. His trust in me was thwarted. He had caught red-handed making out with my boss after he recently interrogated me about having an affair with my boss and I had disproved it.
Even if he answered the phone what would I have said to him? Was I going to tell him that what he saw with his two eyes was a piece of fiction? I felt like a liar and a cheat; a phoney.
I cried my eyes out that night thinking back on good old times. I remembered how we met, thinking through the memories we have share up to that night that we split up.
I was taunted by the memories of how Tade and I had loved each other affectionately; sharing, giving and standing by each other through thick and thin. I had taken him for granted most of the time but now I couldn’t imagine life without him.
I woke very early the next morning in low spirits with sore and swollen eyes. I was too indisposed to consider going to work. I got dressed early and headed straight to Tade’s place hoping to bump into him before he left for work.
Disappointingly, he had left before I turned up at his place. I entered his house with the spare key he handed to me long ago and waited for him till he arrived back from work.
I hanged around all day, whiling away time by reading an old magazine I picked up on the table and slept when I got tired.
Later in the evening, Tade came back from work and was bowled-over and infuriated to meet me in his room. He wanted to storm out of his apartment out of rage but my passionate pleas go the better of him.
I didn’t stop pleading with him until he gave me a listening ear. He insisted that he had had enough and it was just sensible that we went separate ways. I expressed my regret for what had happened and promised that it wouldn’t happen again.
After incessant apologies, he agreed to give us another chance on the condition that I would leave the company immediately.
He asserted that things couldn’t be the same again if I still worked with Mr. Mark. I appealed to him to give me time to tidy things up and search for another job. I explained to him that according to the policy of the company, I should give at least a months’ prior notice before resigning.
Beyond company policy, I was another obstacle; how would I tidy up with Mr. Mark in a month? The friendship, companionship and love we had shared were going to end like that?
I didn’t like the sensuality we had but what could I do? These things happen when you have affection for someone.
If Tade had his way, I wouldn’t return to the company again, forever.
I love you and I don’t want to be scared of losing you”
I assured him that I would submit the resignation letter the next day and leave the job as soon as I can. I was happy to have him back.
Then, things started getting really complicated.