Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 13

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Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 13

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Wednesday, which happened to be the following day, was like hell for me. I was completely messed up to the extent of having a sleepless night all through, and during the day I refused to attend lectures and remained indoors instead, soaking myself with bottles of alcoholic drinks non-stop. I ended up falling sick by the end of the day.

Thursday came and it was most likely the worst type of a hell on earth feeling than the torture I had managed to pass through on Wednesday. I soaked myself with even more bottles of hard liquor. I was restless. I couldn’t stop thinking about her — about the last unlikely incident that had transpired between us, regardless of how hard my roommates, particularly Timi and Fatai had persuaded me to cheer up often times — but I honestly could not.

I missed her terribly. I could pretend and put up a cheerful facade in front of my roommates, but my inner heart was dying in a slow but steady process each time her thoughts surfaced in my head.

On this fateful Thursday I was indoor, alone, drinking myself to stupor when Timi returned from lecture accompanied by Fatai and Divine and they caught me in the act red-handed.
“I thought we agreed on this issue, Neche. Why do you keep repeating it over and over again!” Divine wasted no time to snatch the bottles of alcohol from me and put them aside, annoyed. Timi was frowning and Fatai’s facial expression was unreadable.
“What do you want me to do?” I hiccupped, partially intoxicated. “I have tried enough.”
“Do you want to kill yourself?” Divine questioned back. “I know itʼs been hard and I know you’ve tried but all she needs is some time. You need to give her some time to think things through. With time, I believe everything would be alright, I promise.”
“For how long Divine, for how long?” I felt my voice crack, almost subtly into a whisper.
“Time would tell soon. You have to be strong.” She encouraged me.

“Besides,” Timi chipped in, “we have a surprise for you.”
I averted my gaze to him, “a surprise?”
“Close your eyes!” Divine smiled at me, and before I could question her statement, her hands found their way to my eyes, blindfolding me.

“What’s happening?” I was puzzled by their gestures and sudden behavior. I heard the door open and then lady-like footsteps walked in, after which the door closed back again.

“Open his eyes!” Timi said to Divine.
Unfolding her hands from my eyes, the first sight my gaze fell upon was the perfect stature of a feminine figure standing next to me, smiling sadly. She looked more pale and thinner than the last time I saw her, regardless of how well dressed she appeared in a yellow mini gown that suited her skin color. She looked darker than usual, and her eye-lines seemed dimmer too.

She was staring back at me, still wearing a sad, unhappy smile. I was lost for words seeing her standing right before my eyes, after what had transpired between us.
“Let us give them some space.” Timi announced and without hesitating, Divine and Fatai followed him out of the room. We were left alone — just the two of us, staring intently at each other, utterly lost for words.
“Deborah…” I muttered her name, almost in a whisper.

“Neche…” She muttered in a whisper-like manner too, never taking her eyes away from mine.

“Iʼve missed you.” I stated genuinely, glaring avidly at her. Rather than saying anything in response, Deborah simply walked towards the bed I was sitting on and sat next to me, looking away.

“Neche I have wronged you beyond measure, I don’t even know where to begin,” She fiddled with her fingers nervously as she spoke. “I feel very guilty for not believing you. I shouldʼve trusted you all along. Iʼm very sorry.”

Her words sounded truthful and genuine, like they were from the innermost depth of her heart. I knew she felt guilt plastered all over her conscience and she was truly sorry, so I felt compelled to comfort her.
“It is okay,” I assured her, holding onto her hand. “I forgive you.”
“Are you serious?”
“More than serious!”
She smiled and pulled me into a tight hug instantly. I could hear her sniffing as we hugged tighter. I pulled out of the hug and wiped her face with my thumb.

“Stop crying please. Itʼs okay, alright?”
She nodded in response, wiping her face as well.
“Do you really forgive me?”
I nodded affirmatively. She smiled and sq££zed my hand tightly with an avid gaze on my eyes, and lips.

“Can I kiss you?”