Hi. I know it has been long. An apology is due. I am terrible at ending stories. So do let me know how well you like this ending!
I want to share two reveals. First of, I am excited to share info that the blog will taking some upgrades to make the experience, especially navigation and looks better.
Secondly, I am happy to announce that after Haven there shall be a post on a murder story. And you would have to figure out the murderer. I hope you like it when its put here.
This is the last episode of our series. I would like to hear how good this story has been so far so please leave a comment below. Thank you and happy reading.
Devon, did you know Kwame is married?
Devon looked at his little cousin. She seriously looked messed up. Not from the tangled hair, swollen eye and bandaged arm.
He could tell something was broken and off.
Maybe I should call Mugha for you?
Amy snapped up at him with wild eyes and begun shaking her head.
Shaking my head even hurts. Ugh
What happened to you A? You know you had be worried showing up here looking like this, and you won’t even talk…. Has Kwame got something to do with this?
Oh Devon please let this go
Amy talk to me. Please
She slowly got up, careful not to wince in front of him. He would probably lose it and force her to sit back down so they could talk.
Devon. I only want to stay here a few days.
He rose to his feet too.
Stay as long as want. But please tell me what is going on with you.
I don’t even know where to start-
There was a knock at the door and Devon opened it to find Djan with a pizza box.
You ordered pizza Amy?
Well not really…
I asked Djan to help me get my car… I don’t know why he has that.
I thought you might be hungry.
He stepped in as Devon shut the door behind him.
Thanks Djan but I don’t think I can eat anything.
I can’t even get myself together.
So what happens to your favourite pizza then?
Djan holds up the pizza box in question.
Devon could you please put it in the fridge?
Djan honestly I can’t thank you for the thought. I will eat it when I get better.
Djan nods gently.
Well what can he say? Sweet and gentle Djan. Always there to listen. Always watching. Always helpful.
Okay. Thats great Amy but does that mean you won’t eat till then?
Amy’s shrug didn’t seem to satisfy him but before he could begin a lecture on being healthy, Djan dropped Amy’s keys on the center table.
Your car keys, Amy. It is parked outside.
Amy forced a smile.
You have been more than good to me.
Actually, I ran into your former roommate from campus…
Amy’s smile dropped as Djan struggled to recollect.
Amy looked away.
She seemed pretty upset.
More like super pissed.
Djan thanks for everything. I do have to rest.
Amy limped into the bedroom as Djan watched her worriedly. Devon noticed Djan’s expression.
You like her don’t you?
Djan shakes his head.
Nothing to be ashamed of. My cousin is a good girl. Where did you meet her?
Back on campus. We took classes together from first year.
Devon burst in laughter.
Dude! And you never said anything for that long?!
Amy couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t lie on the bed. Her hurting body and thoughts running wild wouldn’t let her.
She carefully dropped herself unto the floor and propped her back against the corner wall.
A moan escaped her lips as pain shot through her banadaged arm.
Damn. Mugha really did take her Tae Kwondo seriously.
Her phone begun to buzz. Truecaller identified the number as Kwame’s.
He was the last person she wanted to speak to. Maybe to Mugha, she would have to explain things to her.
But what would I say?
Hi Mugha. I am sorry I didn’t know you married Kwame after uni. He and I were in high school together, before I met you. Kwame of my high school dream. I had no idea the Kwame you spoke over the phone as the cheat of a husband was the same Kwame I was weak for.
I’m sorry you had to find us like that. I am sorry you don’t believe me to be speaking the truth. I am surprised as you are.
Because just like you, we both didn’t know who Kwame is. My high school dream of a love isn’t true.