Capítulo 6: CHAPTER 5

Tadiwa Michael (POV)

THREE DAYS LATER

I am feeling bored, and this is driving me crazy. Just sitting in class and listening to that boring lecturer who only knows how to make others feel sleepy. I just want to get the hell out of class and chill with my friends.

Lately, I have been acting weird, but this couldn’t be helped. The frustration was getting on my nerves the more that I think about it and it’s been affecting me.

If I were to think about when all this started. I would say that from Sunday, after church.

I waited for my mother to finish her conversation with my best friend’s mother, Madam Elder aka Mrs. Chuma. Something that she did for a long time. I bet that she forgot that I was waiting for her, considering how much my mom really loves and worships Ma Leo so much.

When I was young, I never understood why my mother would like someone so much. Especially when the other was younger than her. It just didn’t make sense to me at all.

My mother gave birth to four children in total, with me being the youngest and the only one currently living off them. The last-born privileges, I guess, but I love them so much. Who wouldn’t love living like that? Lacking nothing.

I have one brother and two sisters. These three siblings of mine are all married. Before knowing the Chuma, my whole family was living out of the country where my father owned several businesses which he then transferred to Shuewana twelve years ago.

It was a bit tricky and difficult at first, but after getting used to it; the business started getting back on track.

With everything right on track, they moved to Peach District, where they were still living until now, and it is where I met Leo, the young and energetic boy who caught my eye in a good way.

The moment I saw Leo. I knew that I wanted to play with the other and become his friend. And the good thing was that we were neighbors. So, I would always bug him and this happened until we finally became friends.

We went to the same secondary school and even high school, which was Leo’s mother's school. Mrs. Chuma owns a private institution that provides classes from preschool to high school classes (form 1 to form 6).

In the beginning, I didn’t understand why my mother found Leo’s mother to be special and treated her that way, but as I grew up and saw what she achieved; I began to realize why my mother was acting like that and still was.

My mother had been greatly influenced by the other positively and this makes me feel grateful.

And skipping Ma Leo’s awesomeness, I drove my mother back to Peach District, where we are still living.

However, instead of living in the same old house from back then. We upgraded and lived in a much better and expensive house.

My parents despite their love for money, still find it a loss to move to an expensive neighborhood when it is just the three of them plus the servants. My siblings come back home once in a while but are not that dedicated, so having a bigger home wouldn’t suffice.

I dropped my mother at the house and I changed my clothes ready to go and meet a few friends of mine for some fun.

And this is where the issue of my frustration was coming from. After my conversation with Peter in the parking lot about crushes and first loves, I desperately just wanted to forget about mine. The person who had been taunting my dreams for four years now.

So, I wanted to hang out with my friends from university, have a few drinks, dance a little, and smoke a little before returning home. But who would have thought that the person I desperately had been avoiding all this time, I would get to see that person?

Seeing that person evoked so many emotions in me that I couldn’t recognize and to make matters worse, I saw that person smiling affectionately to someone. The fact that my first love, the person that I still carry a torch for was with someone who wasn’t the official partner I knew about, made me feel frustrated and sick.

I even canceled my outing with my friends for every single second I was with them, all I would think about was that person.

So many thoughts were in my head. Was that person cheating? But that wouldn’t be possible. My first love happens to be married and to someone who I respect a lot. They haven’t been an issue before, so that couldn't happen.

But if that person wasn’t cheating then why was he acting that way with that other person? Or was it just me overthinking things?

Seriously, the frustration was killing me so much and it had been disturbing me for days now, something that was not good for my mental health.

I knew that I needed to do something fast before my mind collapsed otherwise; I was going to find myself in some psychiatric hospital if it continued this way.

“Don’t forget to hand in your assignment on Friday. Failure to do so, I will be deducting your points and you wouldn’t want that,” the boorish voice of the lecturer sounded jolting me back to reality.

I sat up consciously looking towards the front with a dazed expression trying my best to listen to the last words the lecturer was saying before the end of the class. Unfortunately, the man didn’t say much before he took his books and walked out of the classroom.

Seeing him leave, my classmates all sighed with relief, happiness spreading on their faces. I found this quite funny, after all, it wasn’t just me who was bored to death by the lecturer but everyone else.

“Ohhh, finally he is gone! Can’t the administration do something about him?”

“What can they do? He has connections and he is good at his job. Only if he could be a bit interesting!”

Listening to my classmates complaining, I wished I could join them but when I recalled how I was waiting anxiously for class to end so that I could go and meet Peter for some talk; I decided to let this one go.

Without delaying for any second, I packed my books and placed them inside my bag before leaving the class without the bag. As I have left it on my seat.

“Tadiwa, dude where are you rushing to?” my desk mate called out to me as I neared the door.

Without turning around, I answered him in a rush, “I will be back. Just keep my bag!”

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