Heartbroken: Shattered

 

Lola made an instant decision. She turned to a fellow passenger, "Please don't allow the bus leave, let me pick up something."

She sprang after Ishaku.

All the way back to her base she thought of his reaction when she reached him, out of breath, to ask for his number. The cryptic smile was an enigma she couldn't decode. Anyway, she had his number, it was up to her to play her cards well.

Ishaku found the whole thing interesting.

 

He'd been taken aback when she sprinted after him. He understood remorse but not regret. She was the one who was confused about what she wanted. Now she appeared sure. The whole thing did not add up.

The last thing he wanted was to be the springboard upon which another bounced back. Everyone should carry their own cross and face their calvary...alone.

She called that night. And the morning after. And later that day. She checked on him so many times he was forced to call. It would have been embarrassing otherwise.

They agreed to meet. Ishaku made it clear he had no plans to make a long trip. She travelled down.

They met at an eatery.

The food was nice, as was the ambience. But the tension could be cut with a knife. The conversation was stilted and all shades of awkward.

And then Ishaku's phone rang. Lola heard only his his side of the conversation.

"Hola."

"Sure. You?"

"Not too far from the house."

"Oh! You're close?"

"Lemme start heading out. Catch ya."

He ended the call and told Lola he had to run. He thanked her, got up and left.

Lola could not believe it. Shock and shame glued her to the seat. Her eyes, however, trailed him; through the door onto the road. She saw the car running against traffic heading straight for him. He did not.

She screamed. It coincided with the impact of metal on body. Ishaku rose a few feet in the air and landed. He was out cold.

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