I was guided by this quote that evening, "Never go to bed angry, stay awake and plot your revenge!" I made up my mind to show JK "where the power lies." I was so angry but I tried to control. I didn't want what happened to me the other time to repeat itself. By that time my mum had returned from the funeral and wanted to know how my day went. I was so tempted to confess to her the deep shit I had put myself into. I had wanted to narrate everything that had happened to me, but I thought it wasn't necessary. I knew I could deal with the problem myself. I didn't want to add my problems to her pile of problems. So when she asked me how my day went, I told her it went fine. She saw from my face that all wasn't well, but I insisted I was alright.
When I finally got to my bedroom, I decided to open the envelope that fell from JK's pocket. I really wanted to know what was inside the envelope. I tried to open it. The more I tried, the more guilty I felt. I felt it was uncourteous to do that. I placed it beside my pillow, and fell asleep. At exactly 3:00am, I woke up. I couldn't sleep again. I tried very hard, but it was as if someone had stolen my sleep. I spotted the envelope still lying beside my pillow. It was begging me to open it, so I opened it fast before I could change my mind. A white sheet of paper had been neatly folded inside the envelope. I took it out, unfolded it and the sweet perfume that welcomed me was just unimaginable. I knew right then that it was a love letter.
Who was it for? I placed the letter on the bed, and went out to urinate. I returned shortly, and took the letter, sat on the bed, and started reading it. I'm sure you are dying to know what had been written in the letter. I'm sorry I can't tell you all but there was a part, that I thought may interest you. Here's it, "I knew it wasn't going to be easy for you. Looking at how stubborn KD is. Please my love, give me some time to deal with KD, after which we can continue enjoying our love. Hey, please stop getting so emotionally attached to my sister. She is not the target, but KD. I have my eyes on you. If you make any wrong move, I will spill the beans. Take care my sweetheart and I hope to see you at our usual place. Love you. Take care. Bye."
After reading the letter, I knew there was trouble looming. I knew I had been caged in a very dirty conspiracy to tarnish my reputation. "I wouldn't take this lightly. I will treat this with all the seriousness it requires," I said to myself. I was their target? How? And what beans was she warning that if JK doesn't take care, she would spill? The problems kept on getting bigger and bigger for me.
At exactly 6:00 am, I took my bath, ironed my shirt and polished my shoes. My mum was so surprised that I was ready for church that early morning. I explained to her that I would visit Frank, the new guy, before I finally go to church. She gave me money and I went out. I got to Frank's house but I couldn't meet him. He had been sent by his mom. I decided to go to church. On my way to church, I met Lucy's mum. She was in her posh car. She told me that she was now returning from Accra. She invited me to come over to her house that evening. I accepted the invitation. I thought that might be an opportunity for me to go and show her the letter. But what if I tell her the truth and she put me also under "house arrest"?
#to_be_continued
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