"And then after I told her that the flowers were from me, she kept quiet. Quiet ma- no thank you, no nothing, just silence and a few minutes after, she asked to excuse herself, saying that she had to be somewhere else... And just like that it ended... She stood up and left... Just like that..."
"Maybe she's not interested..."
"I'm starting to think so too... I should probably try harder..." She lifts her head from her mother's lap.
"You already tried harder by asking her out and clearly stating your intentions. Her response was all the answer you needed... Don't try any harder," her mother cautions.
"But maybe if she sees that I genuinely like her..."
"Listen Yoliswa. Love is not by force you know. You can't force people to love you. People are allowed to decline your love, no matter how pure your intentions are, you are not what they want and that's fine. Move on. Maybe she already has someone in her life..." Winile tries to break it down to her as gently as possible.
Yoliswa feels tears stinging her eyes.
"I guess you are right..." she lays her head back on her mother's lap allowing her mother to comfort her.
But knowing her daughter, Winile knew this wasn't the end. She wouldn't give up just like that. She was the type that fought for what she wanted.
And Winile wanted to tell her daughter that she should not fight for love, but she decided against it. While she could teach her daughter about life, but she could not live it for her, some things she would just have to learn and experience for herself.
The following Monday, YV finds her office table with a beautiful bouquet, a basket with a Gucci handbag, slides, perfume and other cute items.
She smiles and ignores the disappointment when she reads her card, smiling feeling gratitude bloom inside her chest.
A little something for our YV. We love you mama.
Love,
YV's Sweethearts.Deli, her PA comes in and tells her that it was delivered in the morning.
She takes a video of the items and posts it on her Instagram stories, tagging her official fan page and thanking her sweethearts.
It was a normal occurance for her to receive gifts every now and then from her fans. At first she declined them, sending them back, but after learning just how devastated it made her fans feel, she started accepting these random gifts they sent her. She had a group of fans who adored her, they even had an official Instagram account known as YV's Sweethearts where they posted her, hyped her and all of that.
It was strange, to have complete strangers look up to you so much, love you so much...
She opens the items, they were absolutely beautiful and pretty expensive too...
She hadn't heard from Asiphile since that day Friday afternoon and during midweek, she decides to call her office again.
"Hello?"
"Hi... It's Yoliswa..."
"How may I help you?" Asiphile asks and YV can't help but flinch at her formal tone.
"I was wondering if we could meet again..."
The line goes silent and for a minute she wonders if she has hung up on her.
"Sorry I can't..." Asiphile answers her.
"Oh..." YV is taken aback. Not used to hearing the word "no".
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Love, Nozwi.
General FictionA young woman who has a hard time finding her place in this world falls for her superior at work, whose wife is popularly known for being a "difficult", "uptight" and a radical feminist. what happens when her superior's wife one day notices her and...