Rob & Di

PART 8

…Rob’s sister was surprised by the silent caller at the other end. She wanted to tell them Rob had left his phone, he usually did when he goes for meditation classes. She stared at the phone and shook her head, as she flipped it around she realised the cover is made out of Di’s photo. She smiled “My poor brother.”

She remembered their conversation

Nelly: So wa go dira jang ka Di, did you guys break up?
Rob: Tota hela I needed to give her space, nna ga ke a kgaogana le Di but i was scared to hear her telling me our relationship is over. Ke a mo rata Sis but I messed up, I messed up big time.
Nelly: mme hela o ne o tsenwe ke eng Rob?
Rob: I was scared and impulsive. Ke akanya hela gore ngwana ke stress. I don’t have a better excuse. I regret every second of my life.
Nelly: Satane o ne a go hupile ngwana wa bomma. But seriously re batho, re dira melato, we make mistakes but at the end of the day we have to learn to deal with them and move on. If you love her as you say, love will win and you will be together eventually but first deal with yourself.
Rob: Yea, I was planning to propose kana that day.. hehehe! Funny how life can suddenly change.
He looked very sad, she never liked seeing him that sad.

Rob had been home since the day he left Di. He needed somebody to lean on, his mother & sister were undoubtedly his all time pillars.

The 1st day he showed up home Rob had decided to confess to his mother and sister what happened between him and Di. His mother was angry and disappointed with him but she knew she had to work to help her son back up. It was so obvious he is broken.Her worst fear was losing her son to suicide just like her husband.

She accompanied Rob to a psychologist, subsequently to see the psychiatrist who put him on treatment for depression about two weeks into follow up.

With time it was evident that the treatment was working for him.He smiled more. He slept better. He felt motivated. However in all this he could not stop thinking about Di. He prayed for Di every night when he went to bed. He loved her still. Her Queen. He will try again to win over her heart. “Lord keep her for me,” he would always pray.

He concentrated on his landscaping business to keep himself busy and it seemed to be doing so well. That was therapeutic for him, he wished he could enjoy it with Di, she after all pushed him to register his company.
He needed to acknowledge her, he had to find a way. It’s her birthday soon and he will make sure it is special for her somehow.

Di’s harbored a thought that maybe Rob had moved on, it nagged her so much she revisited the psychologist. He had advised her to gather courage to call again, she was getting cooked by uncertainty when she had tools to confirm. “Confront your fears,” he said,”It’s the only way.”

The Psychiatrist had emphasized on Di having consistent sessions with the psychologist, otherwise she continued to review her off medications. Healing from grief needed patience.

Time moved and progress made. Di was proud she was doing her best to recollect herself, she hoped the same for Rob. He had left undoubtedly heartbroken too.

A week before her birthday she received a package with a red rose delivered to her workplace:

“who could ever send her a gift?” She asked herself. Curiously she opened the package.
There was a letter inside and a photo album. She opened the letter.

Letter 1.

Dear Di More

Hey girl. I just want to remind you of your smile, your laughter full of life, your walk that turned heads, your beauty that could not be ignored. The bubbly motivated girl that was unstoppable. The one who wore her heart on a sleeve.
I know it’s your birthday soon, you deserve to celebrate yourself. I am sending Pre- birthday magic vibes your way.
In my thoughts always

Much love
Anonymous.

The album was of photos of her happy moments. She smiled tearfully, “Thank you anonymous I needed this.”
This probably was one of her colleagues she thought. Such love and care.

The day went by. She knocked off to get to the apartment. She found another package by her doorstep. There was red and black roses on it…
“ oh no, not again” she said smiling with her hand over her lips “who is this bathong?” She wondered.

She took the package and unlocked her door, she placed it on the table and rushed into the bedroom to take off her bra and stilletos. Comfort after work for her consisted of that. She then lay on her couch and opened the package found. So much particular attention to packaging and the roses, she loved it, there was an intriguing mystery to it. The attention to detail whispered ‘you are special’ and she did feel special that day.

Inside there was another letter and what seemed like an invitation card.

Letter 2

Hey girl, it’s me again. I know life has not been easy, you would narrate that better than me. I don’t blame you for dimming your light.
The dark phase swallowed your uniqueness, it made you invisible.I missed you so much and I am sure you missed you too.
What I know for sure is that you are a fighter. Allow me to acknowledge that. Accept my invitation.

Much love
Anonymous

*Fiction
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