I spent the next 20mins on that couch, trying to figure what exactly I’d done wrong. I mean, one has to know what he did wrong before knowing how exactly to apologize.
I had said what I said absent mindedly, I didn’t even commit the situation to memory, I wouldn’t even recognise the lady if I get to see her again, even if she was wearing exactly what she wore earlier in the day. And now I’ve been evicted from my own room just because of a casual compliment.
It wasn’t difficult accepting that I was wrong, but the main issue I was having was how to react to her anger. Experience has taught me that, sometimes when a woman says “Leave me alone” she actually means don’t move an inch away from me… Which implies that, you have to leave whatever you’re doing at that moment, go and meet her where she is, apologize to her, pet her, make her feel like a queen and all that. If you do contrary, and maybe give her some space all in the name of being obedient, that is another offense on its own. She can lash out at you and be like… So you really want to leave me alone abi? Oya go na! I know it’s because you have alot of other options, so I don’t mean anything to you. In most cases, this is the point where she starts crying and saying things like “After all I’ve done for you, after all the energy I’ve invested in this relationship, this is what I get in return”. At this point usually, you’d be the most confused man on earth. Before you, is a lady crying because you obeyed her instructions and left her alone; and not only that, she has made up an hypothetical situation of you cheating on her in her head, and has concluded you were leaving her for someone else. This is usually not a pleasant situation to be in, you can break down if you’re not careful in dealing with her at that moment.
Other times, her “leave me alone” may actually mean, get lost!! Don’t come close to me!!… At such times, your surest bet would be to give her some space, let her calm down, clear her head and all. If you get back to her later on, she’d be less hostile and more reasonable to relate with then.
Now, the main issue is, I don’t know which of the above categories hanty belonged ; so despite the experience I had, I couldn’t put it to use because, this was going to be my first encounter with her. Should I let her be? Or walk up to her and pacify her?
Well, according to a warri slang…
All die na die!!!
I manned up, walked up to the room door, opened it after standing there for about 10secs. And there she was, lying on the bed; she was lying on her right side, with her knees almost drawn to her chest, facing the wall. Because of the size of the singlet, the external part of her left breast was a bit exposed and….
No! no!! that is not why I’m here, I said to myself. I gently walked up to the bed and laid behind her, trying not to make any body contacts. I stayed there for a while, and without any words or movements from her, I gently put my left hand over her, and whispered into her ear; “Babe, I’m sorry”. She still didn’t utter a word. After about 15secs, I called out to her; Babe! Babe!! Bae… Before I could complete the third babe, she hit me hard on my chest with her left elbow; “I said leave me alone!!” she thundered.
In less than 2secs, I was off the bed, holding my chest and leaning forward because of the pain I was feeling. I turned to look at her, and there she was, lying still as though nothing had just happened. I walked back to the living room, gently shutting the door behind me. I laid on the couch, and spent the next 10mins searching for a position that was comfortable for me, also putting the fact that I was in pain into consideration.
That night was one of the shortest I’d had in recent times. I was up by 5:30 am, washed my mouth and my face, and went straight into the kitchen; maybe giving her breakfast in bed was going to ease things a little. In less than 30mins, breakfast was ready; fried eggs, 5 slices of bread and a cup of coffee, all beautifully arranged on a tray, to be presented to Her Royal Majesty.
I entered the room, and my lady was still sleeping. She was still facing the wall like she did the night before. I climbed on the bed, and In bid to wake her up, I held the tray on my left hand and tapped with my right. Babe! I called out to her. She turned to look at me, accidentally hitting the tray with her knee. And that was how the whole cup of hot coffee poured on her legs… 😢😢😢
She screamed Aaaaaah!!! Quickly jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. And there I was, kneeling transfixed, as I heard her sobbing in the bathroom.
Have I ruined it all? Was she ever going to forgive me? Hope she wasn’t badly burnt?… These and many more questions were running through my head when she called out to me from the bathroom. Babe!!
My heart skipped 2 beats…
It was 6:05 am in the morning, and my day was bad already.