Chapter eighteen

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I arrived home late from Church feeling lethargic, due to the stress in Church. As a worker, there was a lot to do which could sometimes be time consuming.

I tossed my shoe, not minding where it landed, laid on my bed and closed my eyes. I felt so tired, that I couldn't even move after I'd laid on the bed.

"Welcome back dear." I turned to the door and saw mum smiling at me. "Have you eaten?" She added, still smiling.

"No. Good afternoon ma." I managed to stand up from my bed.

"I know you are worn out. But just do me a favour, go shower and have your lunch, after which, you can sleep till Jesus comes." Having said that, she left the room laughing.

I shook my heads and pulled my clothes off, before doing all mum told me to do. However, I didn't do one thing, which was to sleep. Instead, I began chatting on social media. You may wonder how I do get data to chat. Well, I have a lot of guys on social media who wants to date me, so they do what I ask them to do and boom, that's how. Although, my parents did give me money to buy card, but not all the time, only once a week.

I was chatting with quite a number of people, which included, Chuka and Joy. We chatted about the party and a lot of things. Also, Joy apologized for acting up on me at the party.

The chat was getting boring so I decided to do what I was best at doing - stock people, actually Benji. I went to his profile to stock him and to my surprise, he was online. Can't he just chat with someone first? Proud much. I rolled my eyes, thinking of how proud he was.

I clicked on his thread and thought of whether to send him a message or not. I was also one very proud being, so I stayed glued to his thread not typing anything. My mind kept telling me to send him a message, despite that, my fingers deprived me of it. They were stiff.

I forced myself to type and I succeeded in doing that. Immediately I sent the message, my heart ran to my stomach causing a sharp pain. I was nervous and scared, however, I held on to the glimpse of hope that he wouldn't snub my message.

All of a sudden, my throat became dry. What's happening to me? I scuttled to the kitchen to get water and ran back to the room to see if he had sent a message. Now I could hear my heart beating heavily. He had sent a message.

I clicked on it immediately.

Benjamin: Happy Sunday to you too.

Me: How was the service today? 😁

I replied quickly.

I was in a state of delirium. For the fact he could send me a message, does it. And at the moment, there was nothing that was going to ruin the excitement that enveloped me, nothing at all.

He replied to me almost immediately, like he had been expecting my message.

Benjamin: Service was awesome. And by the way, thanks for coming to my party and giving me one of the best gift one could ask for. I really appreciate.

To say I was surprise would be the biggest understatement. I totally didn't see it coming. I was flabbergasted.

Me: Awwn, that's lovely to hear. I'm also glad I made it to your party. Truthfully, it wasn't easy coming there. And service today was an hectic one. Right now, I'm worn out!

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