Tadiwa Michael (POV)
I stood outside the hall, waiting for Peter to arrive. Why was he changing his mind all of a sudden when he was okay with me getting into the hall before?
I just couldn’t get him, but since he said that he was coming out to me, I decided to just let him. After all, discussing something sensitive in a hall full of people wasn’t ideal again.
So, I waited patiently for a short time before Peter exited the hall with a smirk that told tales on his face and that curious side of mine started getting itchy once again.
“Dude, who triggered you?” I couldn’t help but ask as soon as he was near me.
Peter’s smirk grew even wider while his eyes emitted this chilly intent that made me feel very intrigued further.
“Come on, tell me about it!” I urged, sensing that there was more to the story than what I was thinking.
Peter walked closer to me as he said, “Just a greedy little b***. Let’s get out of here and go somewhere quiet!”
Hearing this, my eyes widened, obviously interested in this greedy girl who didn’t know any bounds to provoke Peter. Although my friend looks soft on the outside and looks kind, I know him the best. He was the scariest of them all.
And when he gets mad, not even I can manage to calm him down. And because many people tried to approach him so that they could use him to get to me, Peter was very sensitive and hated pretentious people the most.
So, I had an inkling that some girl provoked Peter in the wrong way, and whoever she was; I felt sorry for her. For she won’t be having it easy in the future.
“What a poor lass!” I sighed as I followed behind Peter, who was headed towards somewhere.
As long as he took me to a quiet place, I was okay with anywhere he was taking me.
On our way, we didn’t talk much. After all, there were so many people that we were passing by and it was easy for others to catch up to what we were saying and I didn’t want to expose myself in that way.
After walking for some distance, I found myself at the soccer field and I looked at Peter with amusement in my eyes, “Dude, you can’t be serious!” I exclaimed, seeing the place that we went.
Peter shrugged his shoulders as he sat down urging me to do the same, “Sit down. Here, we don’t need to worry about anyone eavesdropping.”
Hearing this, I found this explanation to be reasonable, so despite the sun, I still sat down next to him and looked at my friend of three years intently.
“Don’t just look at me like that. If you have something to say, spill the beans. I still have a lesson in an hour,” Peter nonchalantly told me while holding my gaze with his own.
“Hehe,” I chuckled as I listened to this response and scolded him, “stop being cold. I didn’t poke your buttons!”
“I know you didn’t, but you sounded as if you have something serious to talk about. How about you share it and I will help you decide on a course of action?” Peter suggested, seeing that I wasn’t taking any action.
Seeing the beautiful side of my friend that I love the most, I couldn’t help but loosen up and began to pour out my grievance to him.
After listening to me for a while, Peter faced me with a serious expression on his face and asked, “So, you are telling me that you have been crushing on someone for four years now?”
“Yes, I have been,” since I needed some help, there was no need for me to keep hiding, at least about crushing on someone as for who the person was. That was going to become a big problem.
Peter looked at me, worry-filled in his eyes, and I could sense that things didn’t seem that good. It seemed as if I was going to receive a bad response and the thought of that began to make my stomach churn.
“My man, honestly, I don’t even know where to start. Not that I am blaming you for not telling me about this, but dude, married people aren’t supposed to be touched. You mustn’t be the cause of their breaking up, no matter what. Besides, from what you are saying, you think that the person you love might be cheating on his or her partner, too. Dude, why is it all complicated?” Peter was getting frustrated the more he thought about it.
I looked downcast at Peter. If I had a way to solve this dilemma of mine, would I have exposed myself to him and told him about this deep secret of mine?
“This is why I am conflicted. I know that I shouldn’t have feelings for that person, but I just can’t help myself. And to think that there must be something happening on that person’s side, I don’t want to accept it too. It’s been getting on my nerves for a while now and honestly, I don’t know what to think anymore,” I complained aggrievedly without facing Peter for I was embarrassed to be in such a state for a person who didn’t even know that I have feelings for them.
As I was busy sulking without looking at Peter, I suddenly felt someone tugging my sleeve. I raised my head and my eyes stared straight at Peter’s concerned ones.
“Tadiwa, you know that I sincerely care for you right?” he asked, worry and concern visible in his eyes.
I nodded my head, for I truly knew and understood that Peter had always wanted the best for me. There were so many times that I would act very childish and he had always tolerated me all the time.
No one had seen the childish side of mine than Peter had. Even Leo he didn’t even know about this. At least towards Leo, I didn’t want him to see this side of mine, for I was afraid that he wouldn’t want to play with me and even look down on me.
I didn’t want to lose that connection to the Chuma family and even now I would do anything to keep this hidden away from them. It was that serious.
“And that I don’t want you doing anything that would harm you, right?”
I nodded my head in acknowledgment with a heavy heart. Something about this reminded me of when I was busy advising Peter that day at church.
It seemed that the love that I had managed to bring to the ground was going to be buried once again.
“And because of that, I want to see you very happy. You_” as I was listening to him about to tell me the words, I dread to hear the most. Something crazy and unexpected happened.
And it shocked the both of us as we were caught unaware.
“No matter how much you try to hide the love you have deep inside. One day it will erupt and this might happen at the wrong time. So why not take this chance, confess your feelings, and be done with it? It will be better to get rejected, accept it, heal, and then move on than to keep it bottled up inside. Do you want those forbidden feelings to eat you silently until you are hollow? Be a man and act a little. Even if it doesn’t work out, at least you will die knowing that you have tried.”
The thing, no, the person that appeared from nowhere when we both thought it was just the two of us, said to us, shocking the hell out of us.
Why the heck was this person appearing everywhere?