It was another siku without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What wewe want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do wewe want from me?" I moaned "I got something for wewe , babe." He alisema as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did wewe get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in kitanda drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have wewe brought for me?" I asked as Danny smiled at me "A job!" He alisema enthusiastic about it "Why? We're not together." I asked as he looked at me with those poisonous eyes of his "You've always wanted to be a journalist. So , I got wewe a job at New York Times newspaper as a journalist. Isn't that great?" Danny alisema as my face lit up with a smile. I've always wanted to be a journalist. I quickly got up to take a shower. I kissed Danny on the cheek "Thank You." I whispered. During my kuoga , Danny was at the door "I'm in here." I alisema but he barged in there anyway "You know I miss wewe so much." Danny whispered as I put on a towel and stepped out of the shower. I walked past him "That's nice to know." I sarcastically ametoa maoni "You don't feel the same way?" He worried. I closedtthe door while he rambled on and on about how it used to be when we were together "Danny , I broke up with wewe because I thought wewe were to snooty and selfish. I'm not sorry for that. Now I have a man who is ten times better than you. In size and personality." I explained. I took Michael's truck keys and drove to the building. I walked in and saw a man waiting , I shook his hand "You must be The Great Nesha Reed. Danny's alisema a whole lot about you." He alisema as I blushed. We walked in the building and it was the busiest place I've seen. People and printers working to the death. uandishi stories and filing them out.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. uandishi stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few maswali and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do wewe have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I alisema while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can wewe tell if I got the job au not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. wewe start tomorrow." He alisema , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped kwa a Greek restaurant to get a gyro and fries. I sat down inayofuata to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid wewe not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys kissing their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand au either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes wewe feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice alisema as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this kiti, kiti cha taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I alisema as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are wewe in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I alisema as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell wewe my name. I'm Asad. wewe are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we Lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in upendo with.....No! I can't be falling in upendo with him. I was already in upendo with Michael.
.........But then again.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. uandishi stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few maswali and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do wewe have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I alisema while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can wewe tell if I got the job au not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. wewe start tomorrow." He alisema , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped kwa a Greek restaurant to get a gyro and fries. I sat down inayofuata to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid wewe not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys kissing their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand au either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes wewe feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice alisema as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this kiti, kiti cha taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I alisema as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are wewe in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I alisema as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell wewe my name. I'm Asad. wewe are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we Lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in upendo with.....No! I can't be falling in upendo with him. I was already in upendo with Michael.
.........But then again.
" Oh Michael! It's so beautiful."
He smiled. " So, will wewe marry me?"
I looked at the ring. It was a 250 carat dhahabu ring with diamond crusted all around it. " Fancy" was engraved on the ring. It was so magical. I looked into his eyes and alisema " Yes."
Michael looked up at me. " Say what now?"
I nodded rapidly. " Yes Michael! Yes!"
Everyone cheered except Joe. " What?!?! Michael can't be marrying that girl!" Joe screamed.
Michael frowned. " Joseph, I upendo Fancy. She is my life. And if wewe can't except that, then you're not invited to the wedding!
I felt a tear gently slide down my face. Everyone was feeling sorry for me. " See, now wewe have Fancy crying!" LaToya scolded. Fancy, Janet and LaToya went to the wedding kanzu, gown duka to duka for gowns and dresses.
Do wewe agree with Fancy's decision. If so/not, maoni below!!! I'd upendo to hear your comments!