‘You have had quite the experience with betrayal’, she said with curiosity written all over her face.
I shifted the chair i was seated in, to get my self comfortable. The feeling of being mocked got the best of me that minute, i wanted to stand up and leave, but instead i took a deep breath and stayed calm. My reason for being here is to find a solution to my problem, not to create another.
‘Are you married’ I then asked.
She stared at me as though she has admired something in me, or in the question i asked. But i swear her dimples, and her eyes, as white as snow, had me swallowing my saliva faster than usual.
‘I’m engaged’ she replied.
‘But i can’t see any ring’, i said curiously
She looked at her fingers, and then looked at me. ‘I don’t wear it everytime’
‘That is some kind of relationship’, i laughed.
‘See who is judging me’
‘So i guess you’ve not had any experience with betrayal’. I asked hoping to hear her own sad tales too.
She chuckled. ‘Well life has been so good to me’
‘Oh really’ , i replied with my eyebrow raised. It felt too good to be true, i said to myself.
‘Is the sun out there disturbing you’, she asked.
She must have seen the way i was trying to adjust my face.
‘Well, I’m seated close to the window, and it’s a sunny afternoon. It would be better if you shielded the sun with the cotton’.
‘Okay’, she smiled.
Dressed in that pencil skirt. She stood up and walked past me. I was only just getting a close view of her curvy hips and round ass. The pencil skirt made the temptation hard to turn down. Then all of a sudden, our eyes shook each other.
Awkwardly i cleared my throat and pretended nothing happened.
‘Are you staring at my butt’, she asked?
‘No…. Yeah… I mean no. But your hips are so perfect’. I cleared my throat, and gave a look that defined me claiming my innocence.
‘You know, i think you’re the cause of your problems. You are here trying to fix your problems and you’re here hitting on me. You must be kidding me right now’.
I felt embarrassed. ‘Why are you taking this a different way. I knew this was not going to work’.
‘Then leave if you are so sure, and don’t waste my time. That is the door behind you, it seems you are a mummy’s boy anyways, since she’s always the one making decisions for you’.
It all got awkwardly silent for some minutes. Neither the both of us was willing to apologize.
‘Okay, i think this has gotten awkward enough. I am sorry’ I said reluctantly.
She stared at me and looked confused. ‘Sorry about what’
‘Are you kidding me’ I replied.
‘If you want this to work, she said, you have to start owning up to all situations you find yourself in. So again, what are you sorry for’
‘Oh, so why don’t you take me back to school then. My thoughts speaking to me. ‘Alright, I’m sorry for hitting on you. Satisfied?’
‘That wasn’t so hard’. She looked not interested.
‘Stop making this hard for me please’ i said looking bothered.
She stared at me and saw that i was scared of losing this too. She then smiled and said,
‘On a second thought, before we continue you’re gonna have to take me out for lunch’.
‘Oh’, i got relieved. ‘I better watch my mouth next time then’
‘What did you say your name is again’, i asked.
‘Omosowon’
‘Thank you for taking the time to listen to me and put up with my childishness’.
‘Oh c’mon, you’re not that bad, but i am really eager to hear the stories of the other girls’ she laughed.
I didn’t know what to think at this point. But i was glad i didn’t blow up this healing session i had with Omosowon, a counselor introduced to me by a close friend. We both stepped out of her office to go for lunch.
