My Ex-boyfriends Friend- Episode 3

MY EX-BOYFRIENDS FRIEND – Episode 3
A story by Kennedy C Katongo

I spent most of the evening video chatting with Major, he kept asking me silly relationship problems that he had been handling and also about his new project for his final exam.
He had only a few months left and Major would be coming back to the mother land.
“Damn!”
“What’s with you and your bad language?” he asked.
“Sorry about that. I have just remembered that I need to meet up with Miss HaveItAll and am like an hour late.” I said as I got up from the floor where I had sat. “Later bro, will App you once am back.”
“Being late for your girl is never a good thing. Don’t say I didn’t tell you…” He said before hanging up.
I knew Kutemwa was already pissed and that’s why she wasn’t Calling to ask if I was going to manage to pass through her apartment.
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“I don’t think Kalaba will be coming…” I said as I noticed how Angel kept staring at the clock.
“I know it’s not my place but I just think this thing of him being late needs to stop, this is the third time in a week.” she said.
“His just busy with work, you know how tight his programs can be at times…” I responded defensively.
“I don’t care if he’s the president’s brother. He needs to understand his in a relationship. For me Captain even knows, once his late it means am not seeing him anymore.”
“Dont you think… Like you are too hard on him?” I questioned her.
“Hard on him? Listen Kutemwa, a guy needs to know at an early stage your do’s and don’ts. Give him room for anything and he will turn the relationship into an Xbox.” She said thoughtfully.
I knew Angel was right but it wasn’t in me to order around a guy, well, I was a sucker for love, Angel had reached an extent where she didn’t even think she needed a man in her life.
I couldn’t compete with that, I needed a man in my life, one who would be man enough to take care of my fragile heart.
My hopes were high, the thought of having a ring on my finger and posting in on Facebook for the world to see was something that made me blush for hours.
“All I need is Jesus…” Angel would say.
I got my phone and gave Kalaba a beep. Within seconds he called back.
“Hey love, am almost at your place.” He said sounding apologetic.
“What where you doing? You know we had a date and you are an hour late again…”
“I know hun, I just had a few things I had to do… I will make it up too you…” He said.
Angel was busy on her phone as I spoke to Kalaba, but immediately I hanged up, she said, “I guess his going to make it up again huh?”
“Don’t do that.” I responded.
“Am not doing anything. It’s you whose doing something to your self. First you love some stranger from Facebook, secondly your boyfriend is a handsome player.”
“What makes you think his cheating?”
“I don’t know, I just have a feeling… And I said player not how you have put it.” and with that said she went to check on the baby.
‘What kind of man doesn’t want to be seen in public with his lady?’ I questioned myself.
Kalaba never liked to visit me during the day. It wasn’t always like this though, things changed when we bumped into his female work mates as he called them.
After almost giving up and feeling hopeless, there was a knock at the door.
Both Angel and I knew it had to be Kalaba, I got my handbag and waved at my dearest friend as I closed the door.
“Hi Bae,” Kalaba said with a grin on the corner of his mouth. “Am really sorry am late.” he added.
Angels words kept haunting me as I sat in the car on our way to shoprite. “These guys with slim fits are big headed. I just don’t have a liking for them.” her words echoed.
“Are you still mad?” Kalaba asked.
He had observed that I had not said anything to him ever since we had entered his car.
“Just keep your eyes on the road. I don’t feel like talking to you.” I responded.
Immediately I noticed how his face become pale, I felt bad for him. ‘Am I being to hard on him?’ I questioned myself.
“You know what? Let’s go at Debonairs, I think pizza will just do for now. You have made me loose my mojo.” I said calmly with folded hands.
These were mixed feelings, I couldn’t understand why Kalaba was the way he was, one minute his this charming gentleman, all romantic and funny… Just what every lady wants and the next he was the cousin of a devil.
I hated that.
“You can get the table, I will make the order…” He gave a warm smile as he rubbed my shoulder.
Rubbing my shoulder meant, ’We are in public now, act like everything is okay.’
He had suddenly adapted to the environment and was putting up the ‘All things are well’ kind of look as he walked to the counter. I could see how the ladies where looking at him as he walked, others spoke in whispers and giggled afterwards.
This use to irritate me when I just started dating Kalaba but with time, I accepted that their was nothing I could do. He was a public figure to others after all.
For 20 good minutes we sat at Debonairs talking and eventually I was laughing at his silly jokes. There was no way I could stay upset at him for ever, Kalaba was a charmer and I was the charmed, the victim of his personality.
“I promised Angel I would get her pizza, let me just make an order.” I said as I stood up and as I tried to give him a peck of the lips, he moved his mouth the other way which made me land my lips on his cheeks.
He smiled, “gotch you!”
I smiled back even though I felt a sharp sting to the heart.
I wanted an English tagged relationship, I wanted the finer of all things and I wasn’t just getting it.
“1 medium sized pizza please, extra cheese.” I said to a young guy who came to get my order. I noticed how he looked at me, he couldn’t even think properly as he walked away.
I smiled.
Having beauty was something, but having beauty and class was everything. I turned to face where Kalaba was, he was seated comfortably as he sipped on his drink, suddenly a young colored lady walked up to the table.
I couldn’t get what they were saying but from the look of things, the two clicked.
I noticed how Kalaba would carelessly stare at her belly button because the same girl wore a black crop top with white dotes. From bottom to head he scanned her, his face was of a hungry lion who had seen an Antelope.
“Excuse me, can you kindly bring the pizza to that table once it’s ready? Thank you very much.”
When the lady noticed me coming she backed off a few steps and extended her hand…
“Hi,” She said in a small voice.
“Ichibeleshi! Mxxm” I responded ignoring her hand.
She waved at Kalaba and went back to where she was seated.
“Have you ordered?” Kalaba asked.
“Don’t even go there, so you couldn’t see that she was flirting with you?” I asked him.
“Bae you need to hold that temper of yours, Angie is just a fun that’s all.” He said smilingly.
“I see, so she even told your her name. You so sickening at times Kalaba. En I don’t care if she’s a fun or fan, try to respect my presence at least.”
“But bae..”
“But nothing, try to interact with your funs when you are alone since you don’t introduce some of us.” wickedly.
“You seriously over reacting now, am telling you the truth. After all, It’s not like I followed her…” He spoke defensively.
My mood had been disturbed once again, without wasting time I demanded that to be taken home.
“What are we going to do at Choppies now? Thought you want to go home”
“I have just remembered that I need to get some papers from a friend. Remember the boutique ideas I told you about…” I responded.
“Boutique! Since when have you been planning on opening one? How come you never told me?” He asked, the tone of his voice was now deeper than before.
“I told you about it Kalaba, I remember clearly I did…” I answered him, I tried thinking it through but even I couldn’t remember the day on which I told him about my plans to open a boutique.
‘Damn!’ I exclaimed.
I had not told Kalaba, instead i told Mwango.
“I guess you have remembered that it’s not me you told, maybe you told your Facebook boyfriends…” he said trying to sound sarcastic.
“Don’t even go there… You know what, let’s just forget this topic okay.” I told him furiously.
I knew the tables would turn on me, so I had to cut the conversation short.
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“What are you doing there? Let’s go together I want you to meet my friend.” I said as I held his hand.
“Come on Kalaba, it’s not like we taking time and all.” I attempted to beg him.
He didn’t seem interested, this wasn’t the first time he had refused to meet my friends.
I felt like a fool begging him considering I was already mad at him; so, I decided to go without him, after some good 10 minutes with my friend, I had to start walking from role to role just to find Kalaba.
I knew he was at the cosmetics section, that’s the only place he could be. Probably busy debating with himself, which products are better… Nivea, Vaseline or Dove.
“Huh!”
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, was being emotionally tortured part of the benefits of dating a popular person?
I stood at the corner as I watched a lady throw herself on Kalaba, she was all over the guy and he did nothing to draw boundaries.
It seemed like they knew each other, I concluded that once I noticed how she giggled and almost kissed him as she spoke to him.
This was enough, I wasn’t going to play the background and be treated like a side chick, I walked up to him.
I had thought of leaving him there but my phone was in his car so I couldn’t just leave it with him.
“Kalaba!” I shouted his name.
I was never the type to shout, but this was just too much. Am a woman with feelings but it was like he couldn’t even think of that.
“Give me the keys, I want to get my phone.” I said.
“Kutemwa it’s not what you think…” he responded. The shameless lady still had one hand on his shoulder as he spoke.
“Don’t even go their because if you knew what am thinking you wouldn’t even be standing there in the first place.” I answered him.
He got the keys from his pocket and handed them to me, I knew this was him avoiding a scandal.
“Popular presenter and radio personality Kalaba TK labeled a player” such was the thing he avoided.
Having such headings on social media would destroy him. His reputation would would crumble.
For that reason he avoided public arguments at all costs.
“I didn’t know you had company, am going to leave you two alone. Call me.” The lady said as she walked away.

TO BE CONTINUED…