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7. The Call to the City
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2026-02-07 02:28:24
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When Vows Were Made In Silence 20.Preye
Taram had learned how to keep his heart under strict watch.After Eluan—after the slow unravelling of faith, certainty, and the boy he used to be—he decided love was a dangerous thing. Beautiful, yes, but reckless. It demanded too much and returned too little. So, he disciplined himself instead. He buried his days in lectures, assignments, and endless fellowship meetings, convincing himself that structure could replace longing, and that routine could cauterize memory.He told himself God rewarded obedience.That faith was protection.But the truth gnawed at him quietly: obedience had not protected him. Prayer had not prevented loss. God, whom he had trusted without reservation, had remained silent when silence hurt the most.So, Taram walked alone.He chose longer routes across campus—paths that bent away from hostels, away from laughter and careless intimacy. He liked places where no one expected him to smile, where no one asked how he was doing and waited for a real answer. His thou
When Vows Were Made In Silence 19. Separation
Eluan left without an argument.There were no slammed doors, no raised voices, no dramatic accusations to make the decision feel justified. She Eluan before dawn, as she had learned to do since motherhood tightened time around her wrists, and moved through the room quietly, careful not to wake the child sleeping against her side.The boy stirred, made a small sound—half breath, half question—and she froze until his chest settled again. Then she lifted him slowly, wrapping him against her back with the practiced gentleness of a woman who had learned love under pressure.Ododo slept on.His breathing was deep, untroubled, the kind of sleep that comes from believing tomorrow will arrange itself without effort. Eluan watched him for a long moment, searching his face for something—remorse, tenderness, regret—but found only familiarity. The kind that dulls urgency. The kind that assumes endurance will last forever.She turned away.The room was barely awake. The early light crept through th
When Vows Were Made In Silence 18.A Child Is Born
The labour began before dawn, when the night was still thick and unwilling to release its grip on the world.Eluan had been awake for hours already, lying on the narrow bed in the small room Ododo rented behind his uncle’s house. Sleep had refused her, not out of fear alone but because her body seemed to know what the clock did not yet declare—that something irreversible was approaching. Each tightening in her belly arrived like a quiet knock, polite at first, almost apologetic, then lingered just long enough to make her breath catch.When the pain sharpened, when it no longer came and went but stayed, crouched inside her like an animal baring its teeth, she pressed a hand against her stomach and whispered, “Not yet.”But the child did not listen.By the time the first rooster crowed, the pain had learned confidence. It Eluan in waves, swelling and crashing, pulling sounds from Eluan’s throat she did not recognize as her own. Ododo woke with irritation before concern, his face creased
When Vows Were Made In Silence 17.Separation Without Closure
Taram left again.This time, there were no promises spoken softly at the gate. No whispered assurances about waiting, about God’s timing, about love surviving distance. His departure was quiet, almost administrative, like a duty performed without emotion.At dawn, he packed his bag. His mother blessed him. Neighbors wished him well. The village road received his footsteps without ceremony.Eluan watched from a distance.She stood behind the mango tree near her compound, her heart pounding as if it might betray her by pulling her forward. She wanted to run after him, to force words into the space he was leaving behind—to say I’m still here, I’m still trying, please don’t erase me from your life.But Taram never looked back.And Eluan did not call his name.The silence between them had matured into something final. Not anger. Not forgiveness. Something colder—resignation.On the bus, Taram stared out the window as the village faded into red dust and green blur. He told himself it was ne
When Vows Were Made In Silence 16. Anger, God, and Questions
Taram walked into the night.He did not know where his feet were taking him, only that staying would crush him. The rain had slowed to a mist, clinging to his skin like the memory of Eluan’s tears. Behind him, her sobs still echoed in the small room, but he could not turn back. Not yet. If he did, he feared he would say words that could never be taken back.The darkness swallowed him as he left the compound. The village paths, once familiar and comforting, now felt foreign. Every shadow looked like accusation. Every sound felt amplified—the croak of frogs, the distant bark of a dog, the rustle of leaves under his feet.His chest burned.“Why?” he shouted suddenly, his voice ripping through the quiet night. “Why her?”The words tore out of him raw and unfiltered. He stopped walking, fists clenched, head tilted toward the sky as though God might visibly answer.“Why would You let this happen to her?” he continued, his voice breaking. “She trusted You. She trusted me!”The rain answered
When Vows Were Made In Silence 15.The Ring in His Pocket - His Plan to Propose
Taram walked slowly through Apretia that evening, the sun slipping into its last amber tones, painting the village in a hue that seemed borrowed from dreams. Every house, every tree, every familiar curve of the dusty ground seemed to notice him—acknowledging the return of someone both changed and still the same. In his pocket, the small weight of a silver ring rested against his thigh, warm from the friction of his hand brushing over it again and again. He had carried it for days, weeks even, and yet tonight it felt different—alive, trembling with the possibility of a life yet to be written.It was not the kind of ring one simply presents. It was more than metal shaped into a circle; it was intention distilled into light, a promise he could not yet fully speak. When he had bought it, he had traced its curve with a reverence that felt almost religious. Now, having held it in his pocket all these months, he understood what it meant to carry hope quietly, letting it grow in the chest lik
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