Timmyz Tales: Take me Away Part 2

I spent two nights at Folas place, He fed me and let me be. He sensed that something was wrong but that was it. He asked no further questions. I cried that night like I lost someone. I cried like I had heard news of someone’s death. I cried so much that Fela's pillow felt like it was soaked in a pool. I cried myself to sleep and the only person I was mad at was me.

I asked Fela If he was married, he looked at me and said "don't be silly, I'm not".

After the Henrietta situation, I asked him again, he said No.

What the fuck? Why is this happening to me?

Certainly, there is an explanation, but I am not interested in that explanation.

I could have watched the whole thing to even see if it was Henrietta or someone else. My heart was heavy. I was numb. I have been frolicking with a married man. First it was abrupt news of the baby... now this. What story would he have to tell.

The saddest chapter of this drama is; I am not angry at Fela, I am jus sad, I am depressed and disappointed in myself.

Why am I not angry at Fela? 

I still responded to his calls and when he asked why I sounded sober, I said I was coming down with a fever.

What does he have over me, why am I going back to his house. Why am I back here ?

On Sunday evening following that event I went back home. Fela came and picked me from my house. I barely spoke to him. I was just looking at him in awe. He stopped by a pharmacy; (I had made him believe i'd been ill), bought me some medicine, took me home and put me to sleep. My heart was breaking at how foolishly in love I was with someone. I could not bring myself to confront him.... Again. It was like I didn't want to know, I wasn't ready, I was too deflated to fight.

I said nothing. I didn’t go to work on Monday, I called in sick, Fela also called in sick to stay with me (still under the notion that I was ill). 

He was better now, he didn’t seem as insecure and tense as he was before he left. Maybe I shouldn’t talk about it with him. Maybe we should just enjoy this non-problematic days. There’s no way he is married and stating with me the whole time. No one is that irresponsible. It’s probably Henrietta... and that didn’t work out. So why bother?

I decided to take a walk and call Igho.

I narrated my ‘ordeal’ to Igho and she screamed and gasped in her most dramatic manners. Then she said ‘I’m so sorry baby, where are you. You should go to Fola’s place. I don’t want u by yourself

Me: I am at Fela’s place

Igho: I’m sorry, I didn’t get that

Me; I am at Fela’s place

IGho:  Timmy are you mad? Why are you there?

ME: I don’t know

Igho: Have you confronted him?

Me; No

Igho: Timmy.... dem do you dis tin from village. What did this boy give you? Does he beat you? Why are you scared of talking to him? Why are you so obsessed with him?

Igho; How is it that you watched your boyfriends wedding video and you have said nothing about it.

Me; Nothing

Igho: Timmy, I don’t understand you. You enable his bullshit behavior

ME: Igho, he does not have bullshit behavior and you know it

IGho: Do whatever the fuck you want, but pray I never get his number cos if you don’t tell him I will.

It’s been Sixteen days and I still haven’t told Fela. We are happy now. Igho thinks I am crazy. I just want Fela to be happy. His happiness is my happiness. I am often depressed and happy and confused and happy but Fela is happy and that is paramount to me.

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To compound my already turbulent situation. I am in the middle of a pregnancy scare.

My monthly guest is like clockwork and she is never late. She is now four days late and I am too scared to do a test.

Of cuss, I called Igho, but she was too busy focusing on the fact that I am yet to confront Fela.

Deep Sigh 

My name is Timmy...

Why is it that when it rains it pours?