12. A Little Confrontation

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I don't tell Lana right away but by Sunday evening I have managed to tell her all my woes through numerous voice notes

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I don't tell Lana right away but by Sunday evening I have managed to tell her all my woes through numerous voice notes. She sends back sad stickers and offers me a night out drinking just the two of us, she adds for good measure. We plan to go out the following Friday even though she barely has time to sit around with me because of the wedding.

"You don't want to go around asking people for michango, trust me, pay for your own wedding." She says every day I talk to her.

I go out with her because I would love to feel something other than my heart breaking over and over again. I am past being angry, I spent the entire week thinking of how what he did hurt but the fact that he won't be in my life anymore hurts even more. I wonder if I should of have just curved my pride and stayed by his side for as long as he would have me.

We go to a bar close to our places so that it is easy and cheap to go back home. The bar is more of a lounge than a bar, there is slow music and bright lights, there are barely any people there so we get to drink without strangers leering at us.

We've been there for at least an hour when night finally takes a turn. A group of five men walks in talking loudly, among them is a familiar voice that makes Lana get out of her seat. There is only one man that can make Lana do that.

"Mjuni!" she calls in her loud drunk voice, she is no light weight but I don't think she brought me here to drink away my sorrow rather to drink away her stress "what are you doing here baba,"

It's the baba that makes Mjuni look behind her and lock eyes with me. Lana doesn't use baba unless she is shitfaced. I didn't notice she was shitfaced, maybe it was because she was sitting down and nodding along to my rumblings.

I stand so I can go say hello to Mjuni and his friends but I nearly hit the floor – so that's why I didn't notice how drunk she was. I am almost as drunk as Lana sounds. I laugh as someone steadies me with their hand.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Compared to Lana I am a lightweight.

"You sure," this guy is Seki, he's a close friend of Mjuni which means I have met him on numerous occasion but it isn't until this moment that I notice how tall he is. He isn't handsome or anything but he doesn't smell bad and that helps.

He smiles at me and I smile back but there is none of our awkward hi-hi relationship "I guess its Friday huh?"

"Seki," Lana says "you have guessed right and someone told me that they had to work on Saturday so I should make plans for Friday without them."

Lana gives Mjuni a glare, Mjuni smiles humorously and then whispers something in her ear. In a few minutes they step away from us and then it's just me, Seki and the other guys that Mjuni hangs out with. Like Seki I've seen them before but there are people who you never remember unless you see and even then you can never remember their name. It's alright, I'm not being a bad person, I'm pretty sure they don't know my name either.

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