Hello. Hi. Hope you’re awesome. Chapter 1: Part 1 is finally here. Yes Part 1 of chapter 1. . I want to thank Miss Seche (Follow her) for the artwork. Awesomeness. I hope you enjoy this looong chapter, please share and comment, I look forward to your responses as always. Kisses. Kindly read the Prologue here
31st December 2015
Hours to midnight and……
“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Sampa. Happy Birthday to you….. How old are you now…”
The smile on my face is as bright as the sun, if anything of that sort exists. I know look happy because I am. Best day ever. 30 years old. The number plays on my mind as I watch my best friend Sonia walk towards me with the biggest, most beautiful cake in her hands. I know for a fact Sonia made the cake and I am certain it will taste delicious; after all my friend is known for cooking the best food. Two tier, black coating and gold stars all around it and one candle right in the middle of the cake – a lady never tells her number – it looks exquisite.
I exchange a wink with Sonia and she smiles; the kind of smile that reaches her dark brown eyes and makes her look younger than she really is. The wink is a sign. She knows what I meant, a piece of cake, gossip and red wine for later will be needed. Sonia comes to a halt in front of me with a huge smile plastered on her face while she tries to sing the birthday song. Friendship. Yes this is what it looks like after over six years, stuck together even through forced birthday parties, tears and candle blowing wishing moments. My eyes stray to the people behind Sonia as I wonder where my other three best friends are; I push the thought away and look at the cake, silently making a wish.
I wish….. My life stays on the path it’s on.
Happiness, I think.
“Blow the candle hun.” Sonia laughs. “Make a wish.”
I smile and blow the candle right after and the crowd claps around me, gosh I forgot they were here. The guests cheer me on. As far as I am concerned this is the best day ever. Sonia carefully places the huge cake on the table beside me and I hug her.
“Happy birthday my love.” She says happily. “I hope your day has been the best ever.”
“Thank you. You are so sweet. The cake. Amazing. I’m sure it will be awesome.”
“It better be.”
Sonia holds onto my arm and we turn to look at the birthday party guests who are mingling and enjoying themselves – so I assume. My smile is one of pride, I know my best friends went all out for my day. And all under my nose. I had no idea they planned all this for months. Each of them had lied to me about where they would be on my big day – working late, going on a trip, having extended family over, all excuses they all made up until today when they forced me out of the office, for drinks they claimed. I should have known better when we got to Havana Bar and Restaurant that they had a surprise in store for me.
A surprise birthday party.
I was and still am impressed they managed to hide everything from me for so long. I had definitely been surprised and and the surprised turned to shock when I found out – from the ladies – that my boyfriend, Sangu helped them plan all this.
Best boyfriend ever.
Super impressive that even he was able to hide the plans from me. The man tells me everything. I need to thank him later, when we get home. All this makes me wonder when he got so good at hiding things from me. The ladies knew I wanted a quiet night for my birthday, but looking at the number of guests here they invited more than enough friends for the party. It is a huge success in my books and even if it isn’t I am content with the knowledge that they had put their all into it. I feel blessed and so lucky to have friends like them.
“Where is Sangu?” Sonia asks
“Well he went to take a call.” I answer. “You know these doctors.”
“That’s so sad. He missed the blow your candles moment. You should tell him I am disappointed in him.”
I laugh with her, I will definitely tell him what Sonia said. Knowing Sangu he will make up for missing the moment. Make my wish come true. Speaking of which, I frown as I wonder where Sangu really is and what type of call he got that would keep him away from me for so long. I reach into my pocket and take out my phone. I excuse myself from Sonia with a promise I will be back to cut the cake with a happy Sangu.
I walk as slow as my heels can take me to the car park area as I dial Sangu’s number. He is still on a call. Must be something serious going on, he had to walk away from the noise to take the call. I express my thanks to the few that stop me for a quick happy birthday wish and wave to a few others I know. I make my way across the open area of Havana to outside the gate on to the dark road.
“There you are.” I whisper.
I easily notice Sangu’s white Jeep parked across and with a smile on my face I quickly make my way to his car.
I see him through the driver’s window in the brightly lit car , hand over his face as he says something. I can tell he’s not happy. He doesn’t acknowedge my presence. He makes a fist and hits the steering wheel. Whoa. I lift my hand and knock on his window. Sangu turns and notices me then. I smile and wave at him. He smiles back at me. He slowly opens the door and I stand back to give him room to leave the car.
“Can I call you back?” He asks to whoever is on the call.
I wonder who he is talking to, the conversation must be important if he wants to talk to them later. Probably a bothersome patient. As always.
“Yes. It will be done today. Can I call you back?” He asks again. “Bye.”
Sangu Kalasa slowly gets out of the car and the sight of him gets me feeling like a girl in high school who just met crush for the first time. The never ending butterfly effect.
It must be his height -tall – or maybe it’s his smooth dark chocolate skin, or the way he smiles when he is genuinely happy, with the dimples that make me swoon, or it could be the way he looks, all dressed up in a white shirt, jeans and loafers or maybe it’s just the way he makes me feel like the only woman in his world. Not the most handsome man I know, but to me he is the perfect man friend and will be the perfect husband soon enough. As soon as he makes it official. My mama always told me I made the right choice in choosing to be with a simple, handsome in his own way, caring and loving Sangu. And all times she said this I agreed with her; I feel truly blessed to have a man like him. Even on a day like my birthday.
I wonder how many times one hears of stories of how the stalked falls in love with their stalker. Rare, and yet I was the exception. I loved my man before he loved me, at the age of twenty-three and working as a claims assistant trainee an Insurance firm; I had watched him walk into the claims department and I knew he was the one. It was hard not to imagine myself by his side and when he looked my way for a few seconds that day, I was convinced he was my future.
I was set to make my mark by getting his number and “helping him with his insurance claim,” instead it took him months to finally notice me – after he confronted my boss and I and demanded his claim payment be effected as soon as possible; It was all I needed. There was no mistaking he wanted me to be his the minute he really laid his eyes on me. Sangu made all the stops, said all the right things and everything fell into place; look at us now, almost seven years later. I believe I am the happiest girl in the world in this particular moment. I can’t wait to be married to him one day. I know Sangu will want to make things official soon. It’s time he did. And for me? I don’t need a long engagement when he does propose. I want him to be mine forever as soon as possible. I love the man. Nothing can change that for me.
Sangu looks at me and smiles. He looks stressed but nothing stops him from smiling at me.
“Happy Birthday beautiful.” He says
I bite my bottom lip provocatively and cock my head to the side; my long brown weave hair falls onto my shoulder. It’s a deliberate move and I can tell from his face that I have his attention.
“Thank you.” I answer. “Best birthday ever. Thank you.”
I walk up to him, his arms outstrech embracing me. I make a mental note to get heels as high as the ones I’m wearing if I am going to have more moments like this with this man. I look up to his face and smile, and he kisses my forehead, probably kissing my makeup away but who cares.
“You missed my blow the candles and make a wish moment babe.”
“I’m sorry.” He says, his lips brushing the top of my head.
“You’re making it up to me.” I laugh. “Desert, breakfast in bed. Roses. All the works.”
“We need to talk Sampa.”
I think nothing of his statement. I know Sangu too well. His “we need to talk” could be “he would be busy the next day” or “he would not be home the next day.” Doctors and their work. I look up at him.
“What’s up?” I ask
Sangu shakes his head, and he slowly lets out a breath. What is going on now? Is that why he looks so stressed? Did a patient die? Is something seriously wrong? Would the nights away be more this week? Or maybe it was something else. His eyes meet mine and in that instant I remember the day we went out on our first date – me in his arms as we danced to Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross; another one of my best days ever. I love the man. The man is…..
“I think it’s time we called it quits.” He says. “I think we need to break up.”
*Part two out tomorrow…