Ghosted Or Not?

The next morning, I had breakfast with Cheta and his family before we left the family house.

"Are you going to the office this morning?", Cheta's mum asked him.

"No, I won't be going to the office today, I've already spoken to Mr Peter, so he will handle everything today", Cheta answered.

We continued with breakfast.

After breakfast, Cheta had the staff put our bags in the trunk of his car. We walked to the living room, and sat with Cheta's mum for a while,

"This weekend has been a lot but I loved having you around Dinma", Cheta's mum said to me.

"Thank you ma, and Nneoma and I are past all the drama", I said, smiling,

"That's good. Cheta said you both are going to see your mum back in the east?", she asked me,

"Yes, we talked about it but we haven't picked a day yet", I replied to her.

"That's fine.", she said.

She asked if we wanted anything and what my mum liked because she wanted to get some things for her so that we can take them with us when we went to see her.

"Thank you very much ma", I told her,

"It's fine...", she said to me,

When it was time for us to leave, Nneoma came downstairs to say goodbye but she asked that she and I went out during the week or the weekend before she went back to the States,

"I have to be there to chaperone", Cheta said,

"Why? I won't eat her. I just want to spend time with my brother's girlfriend", she said to Cheta,

"I have said it...if you want to spend time with my girlfriend, I have to be their chaperone. I don't want my girlfriend going back home in tears", Cheta said again.

"Okay, if that would make you happy, but you are paying", she said,

"Why am I paying? I'm just there to make sure my girlfriend is safe".

"If you are coming, you are paying", she said again,

"Fine, I'll pay. Should I also pick the place?", Cheta said.

We all laughed.

We left the house, 15 minutes later. Cheta took me back home, when I got home, my sisters wanted to know how the weekend had gone. I told them how it had gone, I just left out a few details that I wasn't their business. I went straight back to work, I had to continue writing what I had started working on at Cheta's house. At the end of the day, when I had not gotten any call or text from Cheta, I called him and didn't get any response from him. I tried several times but still didn't get any answer from him. Even my sister noticed how I wasn't myself,

"What's going on?", my sister asked me,

"I haven't been able to get a hold of Cheta", I told her.

"When was the last time you spoke to him?", she asked me.

"When he dropped me off this morning.", I said to her,

"Maybe he is busy.", she said.

"That's not normal with Cheta, he always calls me back or texts me. I'm really worried", I told her.

My sister tried to get my mind off Cheta's issue but it wasn't working, I had my mind fixed on Cheta and what he was up to.

I hardly slept that night because I didn't want to miss his call and I was also worried, Cheta had never missed any of my calls before, and even when he did, I always got a text saying that he would call me back, so I was worried.

I woke up the next morning, and there was still no text or call from me. Cheta, then I tried calling his mum, but her number wasn't connecting, and I got more worried. What is going on? Had something happened? Has Cheta changed his mind about me? These questions kept running through my mind the whole day; still, there was no call or text from him or his mum. I tried to go through the night without breaking down. I went to bed, still not having heard from Cheta or his mum, I don't even think I slept that night because I kept waking up from different nightmares, it was either Cheta was found dead or he left me for someone else. I woke up that morning very sad and upset, I couldn't do anything that day, I couldn't even eat anything, and I was almost falling sick.

"Still nothing?", my sister asked me,

"Nothing. I think something has happened to him.", I said to her,

"What do you mean by something has happened to him?", she asked me,

"How do you explain this then? No word from him or his mum, that's not usual. It's either that or he is done with me", I told her,

"I think you are just worrying too much", she said to me,

I couldn't stop worrying.

Then, in the afternoon, at about 1 pm, I got a call from an unknown number, it was Cheta's Nneoma, she wanted me to come to the house immediately, it was an emergency and when I asked her if she had spoken to Cheta, she told me, we would talk when we got here. I don't think I showered well,

"Can you slow down before you hurt yourself", that was my sister telling me to be careful when I hit my leg on the table in the room.

"I know you are worried but you don't even know what happened", she said again,

"Is that not why I should be worried, she sounded like something very bad had happened", I answered her.

"I'm sure Cheta is fine", she said,

"What if he is not?", I asked her,

"Then we will deal with whatever it is", she said again.

I had to wait for an extra 10 minutes for the cab. The cab driver called when he got to my estate and I was out of my house in a hurry, there was a little traffic(there's always traffic in Lagos, Nigeria). While I was in the cab to Cheta's family house, all I kept thinking about was what could have gone wrong...Had something happened to Cheta? Was his mum okay? Was he okay? I thought about all the things that could go wrong. I got to the house and rushed out of the cab into the house. I almost forgot to pay him, he had to call me back,

"Madam, you haven't paid me", he said, just as I hurried out of the car,

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry", I said and walked back to the car, to take out money from my purse.

"Take your money", I said and handed him his money.

He took the money and I hurried to the gate and when I knocked the gate was opened for me. I hurried to the door and found it open and there were a few people. I recognized the 2 women from the dinner we had a few days ago, I greeted them.

"Good afternoon ma", I greeted them,

Good afternoon my dear", one of them answered me,

They were very calm, even though I could tell that they were not there for their regular visit (please don't ask me how I know.. I just do), then I tried to find out where everyone was,

"Ma, please where..." I asked but was interrupted.

The door opened and the housekeeper walked into the living room, he walked over to me.

"Good afternoon ma'am", he said,

"Good afternoon. Please where is everyone?", I asked him,

"Ma, please can you come with me?", he said to me,

"Okay, thank you", I said and followed him out of the living room, and up the stairs.

"What is going on? Where is everyone?", I asked him, still worried

"Ma, I was asked to bring you upstairs, and that's all I know", he said again to me,

I kept quiet and walked with him upstairs and into Cheta's suite.

When we got into Cheta's suite, the housekeeper opened the bedroom door and I saw Cheta lying still on the bed and his mum was standing next to the bed, looking very distraught. I didn't know what to think at that second, then I looked over and Nneoma sitting on the bed with her hand on her head, I didn't know what to think. But I had a lot going on in my head at once... Why was the man I love lying in bed like that? Why was he lying still like that? Was he dead? Was I too late? What would I do without Cheta? I think I lost the strength in my legs because they were so heavy and all I wanted to do was pass out of fear of finding out what it was, but the housekeeper touched my hand lightly then I walked into the room.

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