Memories Of The Sun - Chapter 5 Chapter Five

It’s now two weeks since I was trashed. I feel insulted. It’s like getting into a fight, getting beaten by a bully, declared, a loser. Unbelievable. Yet my mind keeps wandering on how close we got.

Simeon had put his strong arms to use. Holding me tight, passing his thumb over my chin forcing my lips part, he looked straight into my eyes and implored… It wasn’t right.

“We can only be friends.” he bit his lower lip waking my sensation, on purpose? He then stepped back and stormed out of my office leaving me to my treat.

I feel dead. He still won’t talk to me, look at me… He avoids me like am some plague. When we were together, he had thrown all these plutonic gestures. All signs that pointed to possibilities of us being tangled. His gaze, his lips… squeezing me to submission… to give him everything.Then after that, he had friend zoned me like am some baby friend of his.

I had put everything on line. My dignity, Evans, Ashanti’s opinion…my dad who am sure as dawn would freak out if he ever heard of me liking Simeon…because seriously the tree pruner is everything that would choke the boss. I mean his occupation gives it all away, probably uneducated with mediocre money which my dad pays him, by the way. So believe me, having him for a boyfriend would really, like really be the king’s death. But well, I was rejected daddy, you won’t have to rush my wedding with Evans… Happy?

I sit in my office, banging my fore head on the table. Am wounded, frustrated. All this time, I have tried to take it in as a champ…trying to maturely acknowledge that it was a mistake. I was just overtaken by some hot son of a biscuit. Am the boss, it was unprofessional. I don’t even deserve him…Am everything, he is nothing. Oh Simeon, why did you have to refuse me? It was just a kiss…a small little kiss…just a kiss…or more? And why the hell won’t you get out of my head… Jesus please!

I bet he is somewhere laughing at me, contemplating on how I made a fool of myself…telling the other workers about how he had me but left me.God I can’t breathe!

Am special you jerk, am a freaking fortune cookie…someone tell him that, it is his miss. I get up to get a tissue when someone bumps into my office.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?” I shout, I think I look horrible….I haven’t looked up since morning. I look up. It’s Jonny, a farm guard. Am so exhausted for anyone right now “What is it Jonny?” I can’t help the disgust in my voice. Am not okay.

“Someone comes from the city to see you.

“Direct the visitor to my office. ” He says nothing but comes closer as if warning me of a war to come. I already have an enemy, whose name starts with ‘S.’

“Problem is ma’am, he insists on you receiving him.”

“What?” I pause for a moment, passing my hands through my dreadlocks. Okay whoever is insisting on me ‘receiving him’ is going to get it. I have wanted to bark at someone for two weeks now… Let’s go receive him.

I head out with Jonny… Receive him? Okay! Let me really hope it’s the new farm manager because I have had enough of this place. I reach the gate, seeing someone from the back dressed in a custom suite… Wait, I know that pumpkin head, and there is only one person I know who wears that suite… God no please….No! He turns around… Lucifer! It’s Evans.

What the heck? Just when I thought I had enough to swallow…

He wraps his arm around me, kissing my forehead…God this is hell. He let’s go looking at me. “Hello darling… My God you look pale, what have these people done to you?” gazes at Jonny as if he should explain.

“Evans, what are you doing here?” he ignores my question.

“Oh princess you can’t imagine how much I have missed you… Come show me around… Where is your office?” turns to Jonny “take my bags inside, thank you. “I look up in the sky… Good heavens, why?

In my office, Evans refuses to sit for a moment pacing to and fro…He looks like a goat on heat. “Who the hell painted this… It’s horrible”

Stops and looks at me. “Your favourite colour is pink! “he says emphasis vivid in his voice.. I cut him off.

“I love it Evans! ”

“You do?”He sits down looking at me. “What has this village done to you love… for example, why haven’t you been picking my calls? ” his fingres are druming my desk. I hate it.

“Why are you here?”

“To look after you Vanny,”

“Excuse me?”

“I talked to Mr. Mats…you weren’t talking to me, you were freaking me out…you know how.. ”

“And how long are you staying?”

“So long as your here, love. ”

Lord take me!