Chapter twenty-six

Mia

Five days ago, left for Nigeria without spoking a word to me. Even when I tried to go hug when I first saw him, few hours after he had left my room. He took a step backwards like I was carrying a variation of plagues. On that day, he wasn't in a good mood. Earlier before he had left, he kept pacing back and forth out of frustration, and forking his fingers through his hair repeatedly, as he repeatedly dialed a number on his phone, and slammed it against his ear impatiently.

I could still remember what had happened on the previous evening when he had took me out on a date.

"You know what, Jinsu. Let's order for pizza and wine." I had told him, not raising my head from the menu book. I knew he liked me using his middle name. That was the main reason I had even used it. To make him feel quite excited. Because excitement had been shooting through me since we went there. He made me so happy. Being with him was