Janet watched her back as she left their vast lavishly furnished apartment. Something Kelvin had done for them in their second year in school.
Imelda went to the medical resource section of the University library and was searching for a textbook. She had been reading for six hours already and she didn’t seem to be tired. It wasn’t just because she loved her course and loves reading, it had been the easiest way she could get her mind off Kelvin. She got back to her table and her phone started signalling that she had messages.
Can I come pick you for seven?
She hissed and deleted the message. Turning back to her books, she struggled to concentrate this time. But after a while, she packed her books and left the library.
MC’s Lounge was sparsely full that evening the way she loved it. She walked to the bar tender, got a drink and found herself a cool place to sit. As she sipped her drink, she reminisced about how her life had been so far. She never known her father until she was thirteen – not that he had really been a father but at least he had acted the role very well. Now the only man she’d known had broken her heart.
Maybe it’s really a script she had to act, Maybe she hadn’t pack the script with her but now it had been handed to her. Should she forgive Kelvin and let him go? Should she just accept the fact that she’s got no relation in the whole wide world? She sipped her drink again. A part of her heart was going to reason that Kelvin really had to move on and he had done no wrong for deciding to marry now. Another part of the same heart is reasoning that he was just so unfair.
Gulping the rest of the drink, she got up and left the Lounge. She was going to see Kelvin after all.
Janet was not in the house when she got back. She just took a shower and changed her clothes. Before, she would have done so with all fanfare and excitement. But no, she just got a loose jean jacket on a matching pant.
It was until she got to the Island Beach Hotel that she called Kelvin. It was seven thirty-five in the evening.
‘But I’ve been calling and sending messages all day, you didn’t reply or pick up. I concluded you weren’t coming today so I got busy with something else.’ Kelvin told her from the other end of the line.
‘What? I stopped what I was doing to come here.’ She replied, anger lacing her tone.
‘You could have called me before you got there, at least.’ Kelvin replied.
‘It never used to matter if I called you or not. You were always available for me. I get it. There’s a wife now.’
‘I’m sorry dear, let’s just fix a day you want. I don’t want to have you change your schedule for me.’
Without a word, she ended the call and left the hotel restaurant.