Turning Table

Part 5

Part 5

***Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.***

🌹Rossett🌹

" Ms. Rose we have a guest complain in the presidential suite"
"God, what is it this time ?"
I said to the housekeeper,
Me: I'm knocking off right now, can you tell Joshua the junior manager?"
Her: The client specifically asked for you "
I put on my hills and fixed my hair, and made my way to the 15th floor

" Good afternoon sir... I'm Rose Mdunge the Hotel manager, I believe you called me regarding a complaint?"
He looked at me from head to toe, I swallowed because his eyes were burning my skin not to mention how beautiful that African attire looked on him,

Him: Rosseta beautiful name " he said in the foreign accent, the way he said it made me disregard that he pronounced my name incorrectly,
He stepped aside allowing me to walk in, I had the chance to in hail his strong Cologne, his tall and his body shows that he is a fan of the gym,

Him: how long have you worked here?"
"Three years"
Him: you like this job "
Me: yes sir I do "
Him: I believe you went to school for it?"
Me: yes sir, I studied Hotel and Business management"
He smiled and walked past me and opened the door that leads to the terrace, roses on the floor candlelight,  and a table was set, mmmm this looks beautiful, I wonder who is the lucky lady

Him: how come do you fail to make your guest happy? "
He stood there looking at me while I wonder what I have done now?
Him: to whom must I lodge this complaint too?"
Me: sir I don't understand what have done wrong ?"
Him: it not what you have done but what you about to do?"
I frowned looking at him
Him: have dinner with me"
He said folding his arms looking at me, I try to think how am I going to get myself out of this but nothing came to mind, he already knew that my answer will be NO that why he is  talking about lodging a complaint,

He side smiled and pulled the chair for me to sit,
Him: Rosetta is just dinner, besides you off duty now, and a beautiful lady like you has to eat right ?"

That was the day he captured my heart, six months later he proposed, a baby was made, i
quite my job to be with him,
I was married to the richest man in Africa and I was proud to be called Mrs. Rossetta Oyama, yes he changed my identity but it did not matter he was the love of my life, gave me a wedding of my dream, built my mother a beautiful house, and our son was well-taken care off, I was in love, he loved me,  and his money made me so happy.

The traveling was the best part of my marriage, the business deal he made I never focused on it, I was a housewife, he showered me with  money and gift, which became his way of saying don't question me about how I make my money, Which I didn't mind at first but
Four years into our marriage, as a wife I start to be very comfortable asking questions, tailing him, going through his phone, I became  possessive and jealousy start making me paranoid, My husband was no different than any other rich man, he
cheated a lot,  at first he hides it from me, but with our constant fight, he just did it with no care or whatsoever, he never lied or hide it, I wanted a divorce but I saw the worst side of him as he beat me up to no recognition, I lost our second baby, I didn't even know I was pregnant, I was hospitalized for almost a month.
When I fully recovered I tried to run away with my son I did not even get far as he caught up with me in a high way and beat me up in front of my son, he dragged me by my hair and locked me in his house, this time I had no medical attention at all.
I was forced to take my son to live with my mother because the fighting was too much.

And with only me and him in our big house depression took over me, all the gold the glitter did not shine anymore, but I loved him so much that I was willing to make our marriage work,
8 years into our marriage he decides to throw me under the bus, and I took the fall for his shady business. All in the name of love I dug up my own grave and buried myself in it.

My son is now 26 years old, last time I saw him he was about 4 years that was before I went to Colombia with Oyama, I don't know what I would say to him or how he will react when he sees me.

I parked outside my mother's house and I breathe out loud, stepping out I felt my knees going jelly

" Rose.... Rose Mtanami? Nguwe lo?"
Me: Sawbona ma"

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