Ronald….
As I entered the room, my eyes fell on Tola, and a shock wave washed over me. I had seen her before, but I couldn't comprehend why she was in my house. Memories of our shared history flooded my mind, a history I had desperately tried to bury and forget. It was a place I didn't want to revisit for fear that it would reopen old wounds and shatter the fragile peace we had managed to find. Going back there could destroy us both, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing the one person who truly mattered to me, Dee.
Tola and I had a complicated past filled with love, betrayal, and heartache. We had once been inseparable, bound together by a deep friendship and an unbreakable connection. But circumstances had driven us apart, leading us down separate paths and leaving us with scars that refused to fade.
Seeing Tola sitting there brought back a flood of emotions. It reminded me of the pain we inflicted upon each other, our mistakes, and the consequences we had to face. It was a tight, confined space that threatened to suffocate us if we dared to step back into its grasp.
"Well, Ron, this is Tola. Tola, this is Ronald, Ron for short. My boyfriend. You guys can get to know each other while I quickly run to the kitchen and get some drinks. When I get back, we will get to know each other." Divine says and runs to the kitchen to fetch drinks.
An awkward mood surrounded the room. Tola was shocked to see her ex-boyfriend Ron standing in front of her. She felt like she was dreaming. She felt like it was a fucked up nightmare. She was forced to open a chapter that she did not want to open because Ron was in front of her.
Ron, in his right mind, was not expecting to see Tola. He was so pissed that she was in his house after he told her not to return, yet she was about to stand before him. He was pissed off. He felt like he could kill her already.
Ronald's thoughts.....
What is she doing here? She knows very well that she is not supposed to be here. In my house the wast case. Is she in my place talking to my wife? This has to stop. She can not be here. Her being here makes things weird for just not me but also for my wife-to-be.
What will happen when she finds out that she and I had a thing going on? We used to be in love. When she finds out that I used to date her friend, who was young at that time, I am going to look like a freaking psycho.
I have to do something before it is too late. I can not let this keep on going. I know Divine; she's not going to be happy about this. Instead, she's going to be pissed. I have to do something new; I must stop this shit! I have to end this before it's too late because I don't want to hurt the divine. She's everything to me, and she means a lot to me. Her finding out what's going on will cut her so deep, and I do not want to do that to her. She's never going to trust me if she finds out about this! I have to do something soon enough!
"What are you doing here? didn't I tell you not to come back?" Ron said, frustrated and angry, field his body.
"Come on, Ronald, I'm not back for you. I'm here for my friend, okay? I wouldn't even set foot here if I knew you were the boyfriend. I felt hurt so much. I close that chapter; I don't think I'm going to try and open this chapter, so you might as well keep your past to yourself, and I'll keep my past to myself." Tola said with tears all over their eyes.
"Come on, Tola, I know you. You only came back to destroy my life with Dee. If you think you will get what you want, you are playing. Dare double-cross; you will know who I am. I don't fucking play with emigrates." He says, and Divine walks in with the drinks in her hands.
Everyone keeps quiet as she walks into the room and notices that Tola's eyes are red. "Tola, are your eyes fine 'cause they very red?" She says with confusion.
"Oh, don't worry, best friend. My eyes are wonderful. It's just that I need to put on some medication. Can I use the bathroom?"
"Yeah, sure. First door on the left upstairs." Dee says as she puts the drinks on the table and points upstairs.
"Oh, okay. Can you guys please give me five minutes?"
"Oh sure, no problem," Ronald says with a smile while kissing Dee on her lips.
"Ronald, why did you kiss me?"
"Oh, I thought you said we would fight after your friend goes."
"I am not fighting. I am asking you why you kissed me?"
"Well, I missed you because you are my wife. I have the right to kiss you whenever I feel like it."
"I am not your wife."
"Very soon, you will be dear." Ron goes closer to her and starts kissing her all over her neck.
"Stop it, Ron, it's not funny. Ummm, stop it. Ummmm." Divine says, and Ron doesn't stop.
"Guys, sorry to disturb you, but I must go home. My eyes are very painful. I think I will come another day." Tola says, and Ron stops kissing her.
"It's fine, Tola, I understand," Dee says, and Tola nods.
"Well, Ron will take you home." Before Tola could answer, Ron agreed to it, and there was no way Tola could back out of it.
"Yes, babe, I will take her home. I don't mind. After all, we still have much to discuss and get to know each other better." Ronald says with an evil smile, and Tola reacts scaredly.
I want to talk to Tola and understand why she is back. Something about her returning now that I am in a relationship with Tola doesn't make sense. She had many years to come back, but she didn't. I need an answer, and I will only get those answers by getting away from the Divine. She must not find out that Tola is my ex. I am scared to hurt her feelings. She's a good person, but she can quickly lose herself.
Well, Ron, this is Tola. Tola, this is Ronald, Ron for short. My boyfriend. You guys can get to know each other while I quickly run to the kitchen and get food. When I get back, we will get to know each other." Divine says and runs to the kitchen to fetch drinks.
An awkward mood surrounded the room. Tola was shocked to see her ex-boyfriend Ron standing in front of her. She felt like she was dreaming. She felt like it was a fucked up nightmare. She was forced to open a chapter that she did not want to open because Ron was in front of her.
Ron, in his right mind, was not expecting to see Tola. He was so pissed that she was in his house after he told her not to return, yet she was about to stand before him. He was pissed off. He felt like he could just kill her already.
Ronald's thoughts.....
What is she doing here? She knows very well that she's not supposed to be in my house. Is she talking to my fiancée? This situation needs to be addressed immediately. She can't be here, causing complications not just for me but also for my future wife.
What will happen when Divine discovers that Tola and I had a romantic history? We used to be in love. When she discovers that I dated her friend, who was younger back then, I'll be painted as a complete psycho. I can't let this continue unchecked. I need to take action before it's too late. This can't go on.
I have to end this before it spirals out of control because I don't want to hurt Divine. She means everything to me; she's my world. If she discovers what's happening, it will deeply wound her, and I can't bear to do that to her. Trust between us will shatter if she finds out! I need to act swiftly and decisively.
"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you not to come back?" I said, my frustration and anger palpable in my voice and body language.
"Come on, Ronald, I'm not here for you. I came for my friend, okay? If I had known you were her boyfriend, I wouldn't have set foot here. I'm hurting too. I closed that chapter, and I don't intend to open it again. So, let's just keep our pasts to ourselves," Tola replied, tears streaming down her face.
"Come on, Tola, I know you. You came back to ruin my life with Dee. You're sorely mistaken if you think you'll get what you want. Don't you dare cross me; you'll regret it. I don't mess around with people who think they can take advantage," I warned, my voice laced with anger and vulnerability.
As Divine walked into the room carrying the drinks, a heavy silence fell upon us. She immediately noticed Tola's teary eyes and expressed her confusion. "Tola, are your eyes okay? They look red," she questioned.
"Oh, don't worry, best friend. My eyes are fine. I need to put on some eye drops. Can I use your bathroom?" Tola responded, trying to maintain composure.
"Yeah, sure. It's the first door on the left upstairs," Dee answered, gesturing towards the staircase.
We all fell silent as Tola went upstairs, seeking a moment to collect herself. The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration, confusion, and concern. This unexpected reunion brought back a flood of emotions and memories that I thought I had left behind.
As Divine and I exchanged glances, I realised that this situation needed to be addressed, not just for our own sake but also for the sake of our future. We couldn't let the past control our present and jeopardise our happiness. It was time for open communication, understanding, and forgiveness to move forward together.
"Oh, okay. Can you guys please give me five minutes?" Tola requested.
"Oh sure, no problem," I replied with a smile, leaning in to kiss Dee on her lips.
Ronald, why did you kiss me?" Dee questioned, her voice filled with confusion.
"Oh, I thought you said we would fight after your friend leaves," I responded, my smile fading slightly.
"I'm not fighting. I'm asking you why you kissed me," Dee clarified, her tone growing more serious.
"Well, I missed you because you're my wife. I have the right to kiss you whenever I feel like it," I replied, my words tinged with a mixture of longing and possessiveness.
"I am not your wife," Dee stated firmly, drawing a line between us.
"Very soon, you will be, dear," I said, leaning closer and kissing her neck.
"Stop it, Ron. It's not funny. Um, stop it," Dee protested, her voice trembling with discomfort.
"Guys, sorry to disturb you, but I must go home. My eyes are very painful. I think I'll come another day," Tola interjected, and I immediately halted my actions.
"It's fine, Tola. I understand," Dee responded sympathetically, offering her support.
"Well, Ron will take you home," Dee suggested before Tola had a chance to respond. Without hesitation, I agreed, knowing that it was an opportunity to have a conversation with Tola, to understand why she had returned at this particular moment, now that I was in a relationship with Divine.
"Yes, babe, I will take her home. I don't mind. After all, we still have much to talk about and get to know each other better," I said, wearing an unsettling smile that caused Tola to react with fear.
As Tola reluctantly accepted the arrangement, I knew I had to be cautious. I couldn't let Divine discover that Tola was my ex-girlfriend. It would undoubtedly hurt her, and I didn't want to cause her any pain. She was a good person, and I feared this revelation could lead her to lose my trust.
Deep down, I yearned for answers. Why had Tola chosen this moment to resurface in my life? Why had she stayed away for so many years? I needed to understand her motivations and intentions, but I also had to protect Divine from the truth until I had all the puzzle pieces.
As I prepared to leave with Tola, a mix of curiosity, apprehension, and the fear of potentially unravelling my newfound happiness with Divine consumed me. I hoped that our conversation would shed light on the past and bring about a resolution, but I also feared the potential consequences it might have for the future.
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