Rob & Di

PART 6

….Di joined the driveway with no idea of where she was going,she needed to clear her head, dealing with Rob was too much.
She turned on the radio and pressed on a CD player.
A song by Tracy Chapman played
‘Baby can I hold you’
So Rob! He used to play her this song when he knew he messed up.
“Wa lapisa Rob, I am tired of you being sorry” she said loudly to self. She drove on and on into the darkness of the evening.

She wished there was a coffee shop along her way, luckily she spotted a nearby filling station and veered to it. As if stars are aligned for her,there infront of her was a restaurant, better than zero.
She got into the restaurant and asked if they offer coffee, yes they did.
It looked so cosy, a place with not much noise, the smell of coffee always tugged at her heartstrings, the aroma somehow made her feel good. She absolutely loved coffee. She sat at a table not far from an elderly couple. They so reminded her of her parents and a Relationship goal that just crushed.
Di ordered her coffee and waited. She was so lost in thought she could not hear the elderly couple trying to get her attention.
She snapped out of it.
The old man was talking “ you look troubled my daughter, what is wrong?” He asked.
That alone just got her crying.

“Please come and seat with us” the old woman requested. “Come, let us discuss life.” She sounded so comforting. How did they know life was happening to her?.
Di narrated her story to them, trying to laugh in the midst of tears. She partly thought maybe it’s silly pouring her heart out to strangers but they gave her so much attention.
“ I am sorry my daughter you are going through so much, but remember what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, tap into your strength and own your recovery,” the old woman said.
The old man smiled “ I know how betrayal feels like, if you don’t learn to forgive, you will not find peace, it’s not an easy journey but it’s worth taking.” Always remember you have an option to leave any relationship that is destructive to your being. Leave and forgive, you will definitely not forget but the pain will lessen.Be selfish with yourself at this point.”

She silently listened as they talked. When they paused she asked curiously “ how long have you been together?”
“43 years” replied the old lady
“Wow! How did you make it this far?” She asked surprised.
“Honestly I cannot pin point and say how but I have come to know when you love one another there is no struggle in nurturing each other. Sacrifices, compromises and forgiveness don’t become a heavy burden,” the old woman replied. Her husband nodded in agreement.
“You are good people, Godsent. I feel so much better after talking to you and hearing your comforting words. Thank you,” Di affirmed from deep down, they were her heroes in that moment.
“ You are welcome, we are glad to be of help, please here is my number if you want to talk” the old woman gave her the number.
“How are you getting back home?May I drop you?”Di asked.
Old Woman: Aw, so sweet of you, we were going to call our son to come and pick us
Di: I am your daughter now, let me drop you home
Di dropped the elderly couple home and headed back to the apartment. Life is not all black after all, there are shades of grey and white too.

She arrived home. The apartment was dark although the door unlocked. She switched on the living room lights and proceeded to the bedroom. There was no Rob. She had no energy to call him out.
His bathrobe was on the bed and there was a note on top of it. She unfolded it and read,

‘I know you will think I am a coward. Maybe I am. I cant help thinking of how much I ruined your life and betrayed your trust. I do believe you when you say you can’t stand the sight of me. Let me give you space..I know I can never be the same person in your eyes. I am sorry I cut short your love for me. I will still love you in my absence.
I still do ask for your forgiveness ,I pray our baby forgives me, I pray your parents forgive me and I pray God forgives me too.
I left you my bathrobe, I know how much you loved wearing it,I remember that you used to steal it when you go for work trips, I didn’t tell you this then but I thought it was the cutest thing ever. Goodbye my love, Take care of yourself.”

She might have been be angry with Rob but there was a part of her holding on to him. His goofiness, the energies, the way he has always known how to charm her, she just didn’t understand how come he didn’t want children and went to that extreme , that is a deal breaker for her.
She cried looking at his empty bedside table. She took his bathrobe and hugged it, it felt so warm, that is him. His hugs had that magic on her, making her feel cosy and loved. The scent of him on that robe made her smile. Oh Rob.
She put it on , wrapped it around her and put her hands in the pockets, she felt something in there, a small box.
She took it out, a black jewelry box with a trim of gold.She opened it.
There was a ring inside, the exact one she had discussed with him when he teased her about buying her a ring.
There was another small note in there. “I had planned to propose tonight. Here is your ring love, please keep it in your memory box as a reminder that I did love you.”

She smiled in tears. “Rob wa peka waitse, he thinks I should keep a P12000 ring in a memory box knowing that I love it, this is just a trap, to have me remember him always.” She had the strongest edge to try it on but it felt like she ll be agreeing to his proposal. She put it back in the jewelry box and chucked it in the memory box.

That night she slept cuddling Rob’s robe
Would she stand reporting him to the police? Probably not. What about telling her parents? She knew her father will hunt him down, better keep it wrapped for now. Should she close this chapter of her life? It made sense. She needed to heal and as heavy as it seemed losing Rob, she had to learn a life without him, learn to forgive him and find peace of mind.

“Goodbye Rob” she whispered. She seemed have lost a lot in a short time :her pregnancy, her peace of mind, her happiness, her man but thank God, her life she held on to, with it she has to restart, refresh,renew….

….to new beginnings….

**** the end.

*fiction
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