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My love story💓: Concluding part

Delete that carnal thought of yours o, nothing happened last time and I still had my cloth on.


It was a whole week of fun and adventure. We toured the whole of Abuja, it was only Aso Rock we didn't enter😂. We had dinner on Friday with two of his closest friends and I felt at home with the way he had introduced me and respected me. Just in that week, I knew I almost added 10 pounds because I was spoilt. Kilishi was always available to eat too.

The Saturday night which was my last  night, we couldn't resist the urge and so it happened. Maybe cos of the sports I do, my hymen had been broken so, no blood came out but he obviously knew it was my first time.

''Tolu, I'm so sorry this happened. You see I never intended it. I'm sorry I made you break your NSBM (No Sex Before Marriage) resolution.''


I just kept staring into the space but I realized there was no sense of guilt in me. Maybe because he was someone I so much love and cherish. I told him there was no problem and he vowed to love me forever.

He assured me that was not going to happen again and I took his word for it.

The next morning, I was dressed up, packed my stuffs including the new stuffs I got when we went for shopping.

He prepared jollof rice for breakfast, there was fried chicken and plantain was no doubt a core course.

''How I wish you could just stay a little longer'' he said looking kinda sad

''How I wish too except you don't want me to be a graduate like you. Be patient darling, I would be done schooling sooner than you expect.''

''I really understand dear, just study well and finish with good grades. Make me proud''

''I'll try my best, OK?''

''I trust you and please don't allow all these small guys in your school to disturb you for me.''

We both laughed.

He took my travelling bag to the car and came backed inside.''I'm sure you haven't forgotten anything sha''

''Maybe I should even forget myself here, just send me through this logistics people'' I noticed his demeanor and I kept quiet.

''Let's go to the airport madam''

The flight was for 12pm and we left the house at about 10am, with the calculation that we would get to the airport before 11am which was so.

                                 * * *

Got back to school at around 7pm. I was so exhausted mehn.

Alfred had called when I left Lagos at around 3pm and I told him I would be in school in less than 2hours. The traffic within Lagos came to frustrate us and the tyre bursted when we almost reached Rounda in Abeokuta. The driver took time changing the tyre and we set off at last.

My hostel was bubbling as everyone was back from the break already. I ate liitle portion of the sardine bread I had bought and tea. I showered and crashed in my bed. The memories in Abuja kept flowing in my head. Alfred and I didn't stop conversing.


I got sick few weeks later and I went to the school clinic to complain. 

Could it be pregnancy? No, don't think that way. I was not pregnant. I was given malaria drug and I was restored.


Then, Alfred asked me my genotype and blood group for the first time in 2years. Oh Goodness! We never even talked about that.

''My genotype is AS, blood group is B positive'' Silence at the other end ''Alfred, are you there?''

''Tolu, are you serious about your genotype? I'm AS too''

No, my God, this can't be true. We can't both be AS. Ahhhhhhhh. God forbid. The conversation didn't end well that night. It was like a dream. How possibly could we not know we have the same genotype since all these years. I couldn't sleep that night at all.

Alfred called back in the morning and told me he wasn't going to work, that he wasn't feeling fine. The bad news last night had broken us both down. We had to break apart unanimously the hardest way for the sake of our future. It's the most painful experience that makes me shed tears whenever I remember.

Well, that's all about Toluwalase's love story. 


However, it's to urge you to take cognisance of the various factors that militate against love.

There seem to be situations whereby someone loves you and you don't, you love someone and they don't, then both of you love each other and issue arises, it could be genotype, family, religion, tribe, finances or spiritual forces.

Please, get confirmation that you both belong to each other before dreaming paradise with such person in it. Know each other's genotype, family origin to know if it's where people from your side are to marry from, just know the most important things about your partner to avoid stories that touch.

Don't be shy to ask questions from your ''baby'' because the earlier the better. Emphasize the genotype if you know you have the AS genotype, it could shatter you when its found out lately.

I hope this story adds value to you.

Take good care of you FAM.

Virtual hugss🤗🤗🤗







Comments

  1. Even though I didn't like how the story ended... But the story learnt can't be overemphasized.
    Know your partners genotype before you say yes to prevent unnecessary heartaches.

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  2. How I wish the story should continue, but i didn't like where the story ended.

    Keep it up dear.

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