I sat on the floor of Sa’as posh living room, enjoying my drink of Sorghum popularly called Kunu Zaki. Sa’a makes the best Kunu on this side of the world. It’s a good thing one can’t get drunk on it. I had devoured the snack, Alkaki and was literally begging for more.
“You are in one serious happy mood. It’s good to have the old Meena back,” Hauwau commented with her usual lovely smile.
“I could not agree more,” chimed in Sa’a in her sing-song voice.
“I am happier to get myself back. It’s been too long,” I grimaced at my blatant lie. They will hate when they found out the truth.
“How’s your relationship with JK?” Hauwa whispered than asked, afraid to ask the question, but too curious to hold back.
“Fine as can be after the storm,” I responded carefreely but refused to give more details.
Carefree was the right word to describe my state of mind. I have let go of all the pain and hurt and forging ahead with my life. At least I think I have.
What I did not tell my friends was that this was one of our last times together before I got out of town.
I had kept this information way from them knowing that they would talk me out of it. I did not want anyone to change my mind.
We laughed and caught up with what was happening in our lives. I knew this was what I had missed in my months of wallowing in self-pity and this was what I was going to lose when I moved away. A girl got to do what she has to do.
There were times, I felt my friends were in conspiracy with JK, but I was not able to put my fingers as to what or why I felt that way.
The other day, JK had said something similar to what Hauwau had said to me earlier in the day, and that could not be a coincidence, but I had not dwelled on it too much. It is possible these friends of mine were putting pressure on JK, but I was past caring whether he made it right or not. He was free to live his life the way he wanted it. When I was all settled, we will discuss visiting and holiday rights for the girls.
After hours of gisting. I told my friends I had to call it a day. I had a date with JK when I got home.
To be honest, the man has bent over backward for me in the last couple of months, but the sad truth was it did not get to me. The scary part was my ability to pretend I was receptive to all his guilt and peace offering while my mind was already made up.
For my last night, I was going to make him remember what we shared and hoped he recalled for the rest of his life what he willingly threw away for a moment of carelessness.
I ordered food from his favourite Chinese restaurant. I went all out to look for a bottle of wine I know he’ll love and had our favourite movie; one of the Fast and Furious in the DVD.
Tomorrow, I ‘ll be gone like the wind lost into thin air.
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