“I can’t believe you would do this after everything we’ve gone through!” I yelled.
“You’re being dramatic; I’m telling you this is all in your head,” Andrew said casually.
“I saw you holding her in your office!” I said.
“I was comforting her; she’s going through a hard time with her boyfriend,” He said.
“Okay, so how do you explain the texts!” I said.
“What texts?” He asked.
“If I search the word babe on your WhatsApp, are you sure the only messages that will pop up are mine?” I asked him.
“Yes!” He replied.
I grabbed his phone from the table and attempted to unlock it. Andrew stood up from the sofa and took the phone back.
“Why don’t you want me to check if you have nothing to hide?” I asked.
“You can believe what you want, Jerusha; just keep your hands away from my phone,” He said.
This conversation wasn’t going to end and knowing Andrew; he was never going to admit that he was cheating.
“You know what? I’m done with this,” I said as I headed for the door.
Andrew scoffed and lay on the sofa.
I walked out of his apartment building and ordered an Uber. When the driver arrived, I entered the back seat and took a few deep breaths to avoid crying.
“Where are we heading to Jerusha?” the driver asked.
“Just drive!” I snapped.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
All the tears I was trying to hold back filled my eyes.
“Yeah, I shouldn’t have asked that,” He said while handing me a packet of serviettes.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Let me know when you’re ready to go,” He said with a polite smile.
I took a few minutes to compose myself.
“I saw my boyfriend intimately holding his secretary, and before that, I found some flirty messages on his phone,” I said.
“The messages, was she the recipient?” He asked.
“Even if she wasn’t, it would still mean he was cheating on me with someone else,” I replied.
“That’s true. What did he say when you confronted him?” He said.
“Same old, believe what you want nonsense,” I said.
“Ahh, the classic narcissist,” He said.
“That’s exactly what my friend called him. I feel so stupid for the times I have made excuses for his bad habits. I’ve stuck with him through so much, and he goes ahead and does this!” I said.
“I’m assuming that you were supposed to spend the night and haven’t eaten. How about I take you to a restaurant and buy you dinner,” He said.
I had heard so many bad stories about Uber drivers, not to mention it was at night, and I was a long way from home.
“I know you’re sceptical about trusting me,” He said, noticing my long pause.
“Well, you can’t blame me,” I said.
“You can send your location to any one of your friends. Also, you can take a picture of my ID,” He said, handing me his identification card.
His actions didn’t make me fully trust him, but I decided to give him a chance.
“Okay, but I’ll hold on to your ID until I get home; it’s easier,” I said.
He nodded and smiled at me.
“Do you have a restaurant you would like to go to, or should I pick one?” He asked.
“Surprise me,” I said.
“Since the trip to the restaurant is on me, I think you should end your trip on the app. I’ll still get you home in one piece, I promise,” He said.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Would you like me to play some music during the ride?” He asked.
“Yes, please,” I responded.
“Any preference?” He asked.
“Jazz or classics,” I said.
He switched on the radio, and to my surprise, it was already set to classic FM. I had never met a man who enjoyed listening to classic like I do. We didn’t talk for the rest of the trip. I took the time to watch him. He swayed to almost every song that played.
An hour later, we arrived at a restaurant. When we got out of the car, the first thing that I noticed was the ambience of the place. The restaurant had a garden area that was filled with fairy lights.
“Would you like to sit outside or inside?” One of the waitresses asked.
“I think outside would be better,” He said while looking at me.
She escorted us to one of the tables. He pulled my chair back before I sat down; I was a little impressed. He liked classical music, and he was also a gentleman. This night was turning out to be a good one.
The waitress left two menus and went back into the restaurant.
“Since we’re having dinner, I would like us to introduce ourselves properly,” He said.
“Okay,” I said.
“Hi, my name is Jeremiah, and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” He said.
“Hello, I’m Jerusha, and it’s a pleasure to meet you too,” I said.
A few minutes later, the waitress returned, and we ordered our food. I also ordered a glass of wine; Jeremiah didn’t want to drink since he was still my driver. We finished eating, and we spent a little more time talking.
He told me about his life, hopes and dreams, and even his past relationship. I was surprised that he had taken the time to listen to my problems, given that he was also dealing with a breakup that involved cheating.
“We’re two heartbroken people trying to comfort each other,” I said as I sipped my wine.
“I guess we are,” He said.
The waitress brought our bill and placed it on the table. I reached out to check how much my share was so I could pay. Jeremiah pulled the bill away from me.
“I asked you to dinner, so I’m the one who is going to pay,” He said.
“This night has surely been full of surprises,” I thought.
As he paid the bill, I took a good look at him. He seemed to be in his late 20’s or early 30’s. His hair was perfectly combed, and he was dressed in a polo shirt, leather jacket, khakis and sneakers.
“Do you like what you see?” He asked, interrupting my process.
I looked away so he couldn’t see me blush.
Once he was done, he left a tip for the waitress, and we returned to the car.
“Now, are you ready to tell me where I’m supposed to take you?” He asked.
“Langata, I’ll give you directions when we get to the roundabout at Galleria,” I said.
“Okay,” He said.
He entered the compound and parked his car when we got to my estate.
“How much do I owe you?” I asked.
“Consider this your lucky day,” He said.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Have a goodnight, Jerusha; I hope I at least made you feel better,” He said.
“You did, thank you,” I said.
He smiled at me before driving off.
When I got to the house, I could only think about whether I would ever see Jeremiah again. This was the best night of my life, and although I knew I needed to take time to heal, I enjoyed every moment with him.
As I took out my phone, Jeremiah’s ID fell out of my bag. I convinced myself that this was a sign that we were meant to see each other again.
The following day, Jeremiah called me and asked if we could meet so that I could return his ID. I knew he also wanted to see me as much as I wanted him. We met for lunch and decided to be friends since we were both not ready to start dating.
A few months went by, and each moment with him was memorable. Eventually, we ended up dating, and unlike my relationship with Andrew, this turned out to be more fulfilling. Whenever people ask me about our relationship, I reflect on the night we met. He is indeed a blessing.
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