Just Another Woman In Love.. Part 2
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She often called while we were together. He often avoided the calls, often said that he was in a meeting and would be late. But he also often walked away from me to talk to her. I didn’t like the secretive behaviour. But I liked having him around me. I liked the way he felt.
“Tell me about your wife.” I asked.
“Why do you want to know?” He laughed.
I say nothing for a while.
“Do you think that I could be your wife someday?” I gradually ask, waiting for an answer. He just laughs, kissing my shoulders.
“I like being with you, but you need to know that we can have nothing more than this. Okay?”
I close my eyes and nod. I try to stop the tears from flowing.
I lie in the dark with him. His grip is tight around me, and I feel so weak in front of him.
I waited all night for him. He said that he’d come, but he didn’t. I cooked for him, dressed up.. But he just didn’t come.
I spent the night smoking away in the balcony. And for once, I felt very alone.
“You didn’t come.” I said, when he walks inside the apartment.
“I was busy.” He says, as he comes closer to kiss me.
“Busy with what?” I push him away from me.
“That’s not your concern.” He pulls me closer to him and starts to kiss me again. I want to walk away, but I can’t. When I don’t respond to him, he lets go off my hand.
“I have a daughter. She’s six. It was her birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to you.” He says.
“You have a daughter?” I was shocked, though I didn’t have any reason to be shocked.
He was a married man. It should have been obvious that he had a family. I walk away from him and lock myself in the washroom.
I stay in there for a long time.
“Mummy, where is daddy?” I ask.
My mother says nothing. I ask again and again, but she does not respond. She’s crying. It gets louder, and I don’t know what to do.
“He’s gone. Your daddy left us for another woman.” She gradually says.
I wake up. I cannot see that dream any longer. It’s haunting. I cannot be like the woman who broke my family apart.