Living With My Grandma Episode 18

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Meska walked up to me at the cyber café. He stared into my eyes and for some seconds we didn’t say anything to each other.

“Ziggy,” he finally broke the short silence.
“Yes! What’s it?” I thundered.
He was shocked by my rude and quick response. He probably didn’t believe I’d shout at him.
“Ziggy, what happened?”
“What happened to what?”
“What’s up with this your big stomach?”

“Please and please, I beg you in the name of whatever you serve, this is a public place, don’t just start asking me useless questions.” I was boiling in anger.
“Hmm, this girl has changed,” he said in a low tone. He stood there staring at me. He was simply short of words.

“Guy, come. Henry just called now. He said our project supervisor wouldn’t sign our work unless we are present, and he said we should be there in the next ten minutes.” Announced one of the girls he left behind. Meska followed them immediately as they left. And that reminded me Meska was in his finals. It was quite relieving, knowing his days on the University campus were numbered. I was glad he would soon round up and leave the school.

But that doesn’t change the fact that he already ruined my day with his presence. When he left, I was still flared up. Some folks around the cyber café constantly stole a gaze in my direction because Meska wanted to create a scene he wouldn’t like the outcome. The way I would have disgraced him before his friends, he would wish he never knew me. I was even ready to punch him if he tried anything stupid.
I later left the place when I was done photocopying my documents for departmental clearance.

Later in the night, I was scrolling through my phone when a WhatsApp message popped up on my screen from an unsaved contact. I was quick to recall the number, it was that of Meska. I had long deleted his number from my phone. I opened his message and our previous conversation surfaced on my phone.  

“Ziggy” was his first text followed by “Are you pregnant?” I read both but I didn’t reply to him.
“You’re not replying. Can you just talk? Who is responsible?” I still didn’t bother typing anything after reading his texts? He stopped.

Minutes later, he called my line twice, I ignored him like a heap of shit by the roadside. I even felt like blocking his contact but still couldn’t do it. The drama of the dissolution of our relationship was as undignified and painful. I still missed Meska but at the same time, I needed to work on myself, and I needed to be alone to achieve that.

I kept scrolling through my phone. Nobody was there to keep my company. Kate traveled for the weekend; it was on a Friday. I was in too much pain to eat, to watch TV, too. Surprised? No, you shouldn’t. I bought a TV because I was always indoors, so I needed something to keep me busy and keep my mind off certain things. I had a medium generator too.

 The next day, Meska texted again. He said if I could tell him where I lived or perhaps pay him a visit at his lodge. He also suggested we meet up somewhere and talk. “You ain’t gonna see again. You saw me by mistake. So, say whatever you want to say, I’m all ears.” I finally replied to him. He started typing immediately. 

After three minutes, he was still typing, and I wondered what it was he had been typing.

After five minutes or so, his message finally popped up on my screen. I didn’t want him to feel I was desperate to read his messages. I intentionally went offline and returned after a few minutes. I opened it to behold a long text written in four paragraphs. He wasn’t showing up online when I read his long text.

The summary of his long epistle was a call for reconciliation. Meska apologized for cheating. He said it was all his fault. He said he was sorry for the pain he must gave caused me. He said he knew he fucked up and wants to make things better this time. In the second paragraph, he said he is no longer with the girl. They had parted ways too. In the third paragraph, Meska said his financial status has changed too and he really wants me back. And finally, he said he had this feeling he was the one responsible for my pregnancy. He said he would take care of my baby and me till I give birth.

By the time I was done reading his messages, tears dropped on my screen and I wiped them with my left hand. Everything I read was ringing in my head. But I couldn’t imagine going back to the same person who caused me so much pain. I battled with what I’d tell him and at the same time, I felt emotional my his long text. A part of me still missed Meska. He was my first lobe, and everything we shared and did together was still fresh in my memory.

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I picked up my phone and started typing what seemed like a long response and it went thus: It’s over between us. Our views of the world are too different. You’re a terrible person. You’re selfish and fake. You used and dumped me. You broke my heart in the worst manner and never cared where I slept that night. You’re cruel and heartless. I don’t deserve you, I deserve someone better. And for the baby, it’s not yours. You’re not the father of my unborn baby, so don’t give yourself hope. I paused and stared at the text.

Seconds later, I cleared them all. Yes, I didn’t send it to him. He didn’t deserve my response and explanation. So, instead of replying to Meska, I suffered by not texting back. I sincerely didn’t want him to know he was the one responsible for the pregnancy. He might start pestering me.
For days, I couldn’t think properly. Some part of me felt Meska actually meant well to me and might probably need a second chance to prove himself while the other part of me felt like moving on.

I was confused. What do you think I should do? I still have feelings for him.

TO Be Continued