07/21/2024
LOVE KNOWS NO AGE
(Part 5)
The next morning, Jidenna appeared at my office, determined to uncover the reason behind my silence. As he approached my desk, my expression transformed, my eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt. "What do you want, Jidenna?" I asked curtly, my voice devoid of warmth.
"Hey, baby," he said, his tone soft and endearing, but I wasn't having it.
"What are you doing here, Jidenna?" I pressed, my words firm and unyielding.
"I came to find out what's wrong," he replied, his eyes searching mine for a glimmer of understanding. "What did I do to upset you?"
I laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You really don't remember, do you?" I sneered. "You don't recall what I saw at your studio yesterday?"
Jidenna's face went blank, confusion etched on his features. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice laced with innocence.
My anger boiled over. "Don't play dumb, Jidenna!" I snapped. "I saw you kissing that woman, that...that...thing! You were all over her, and you have the nerve to come here and act like nothing's wrong?"
Jidenna's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. "No, no, no," he protested, his voice rising. "That's not what happened, I swear. I don't know what you're talking about."
But I wasn't listening. "Get out," I spat, my voice venomous. "Get out of my office, and never come back. You're dead to me, Jidenna."
He tried to plead, to explain, but I wouldn't hear it. I called security, and they escorted him out, his protests echoing down the hallway as he was forcibly removed from my presence. And with that, our relationship was over, reduced to ashes and dust.
As the security guard firmly ushered him out of the office building, Jidenna's face burned with shame and embarrassment. He trudged back to his studio, his feet heavy with the weight of his own confusion. How could I accuse him of such a thing? He couldn't recall any incident that would warrant such anger and hurt.
Upon arriving at the studio, he relayed the entire encounter to his friends, hoping they could offer some insight or support. But instead, they exchanged knowing glances and burst out laughing. "Dude, you really don't remember, do you?" one of them teased, chuckling.
Jidenna's frustration mounted as his friends continued to mock him. "Guys, come on, this isn't funny. I'm serious, I don't know what she's talking about."
But their laughter only grew louder, their jokes more biting. "Looks like someone's got a case of selective amnesia!" another friend quipped, guffawing.
Jidenna's face reddened as he tried to defend himself, but their words stung too deeply. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of embarrassment and shame. His friends' relentless teasing finally drove him to leave the studio, unable to bear their mocking gaze any longer.
As he wandered the streets, his mind reeled with questions. What had he done? Why couldn't he remember? The uncertainty gnawed at him like a festering wound. His creative spark, usually so vibrant and alive, was now extinguished, leaving him feeling lost and useless. He couldn't draw, couldn't think, couldn't escape the crushing weight of his own confusion.
Days later...
Jidenna had been trying to make amends, showing up at my doorstep multiple times, hoping to apologize and explain himself. But I was still hurting from our last encounter and wasn't ready to forgive. I chased him away each time, my resolve firm.
The last time he came, I was particularly fed up. I opened the door, and he stood there, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. But I was unmoved. I took a bucket of water and poured it over him, a symbol of my frustration and anger. "Leave me alone, Jidenna!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the neighborhood. "Don't come near me again!"
He looked crestfallen, his clothes soaked and his dignity bruised. But I didn't care. I slammed the door shut, leaving him standing there, a stark reminder of the consequences of his actions. Little did I know, that would be the last time I saw him.
As the days turned into a week, Jidenna's absence from work became a growing concern. His friends, who had once mocked him, now seemed genuinely worried. They even ventured to my office, seeking any information about his whereabouts. "We haven't seen him at home, and he hasn't shown up at work for days," one of them explained, their faces etched with concern.
I listened, my own worries simmering just below the surface. Despite our tumultuous encounter, I had missed Jidenna dearly. His absence had left a gaping hole in my life, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. But I couldn't reveal my true feelings to his friends, so I simply shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "It's been a while since I last saw him," I said, my voice even.
His friends exchanged uneasy glances, their silence speaking volumes. They knew something was amiss, but they didn't press me for details. Instead, they left my office, their faces clouded with worry.
Few days ago, one of my ex boyfriend I ran into has been been asking me to date him again. As I was grappling with my concerns about Jidenna, he came in just as jidenna friends left, his eyes shining with sincerity. "I know this may not be the right time," he began, "but I can't help how I feel. I love you, and I want to be with you. Will you consider dating me again?"
I was taken aback, my mind reeling with the sudden turn of events. Jidenna's disappearance, my lingering feelings for him, and now this new proposal – it was all too much to process. I needed time to think, to sort out my emotions, but this my ex boyfriend seemed eager to sweep me off my feet. I hesitated, don't know what to say.
What do you think she she should do?
To be continued...
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