Although lovers look forward to celebrating on February 14th every year, I wish so much that it could be erased from the calendar. I’m not a weirdo, trust me, I have my reasons. Just before you nail me, judge this!
On this cold morning on February 14th, 2008, I laid on my bed feeling lazy to go to work but the aroma of freshly baked cake consumed my apartment. Well, that was my wife’s way of wishing me Happy Val’s Day. I sped out of the room and as I found my way to the kitchen, I was ushered in with a very impressive array of petals on the chilly tiles. I peeped to see if she was in and all I noticed was a note she left for me: Happy Val’s Day honey, see you at 7 pm. I spotted the cupcakes she baked before she went to work and I nibbled on them in a haste remembering I was late for work.
With so much excitement, I got ready and zoomed off in my Toyota Corolla. Thoughts of my wife occupied my mind that day, I hardly focused at work, my phone kept buzzing as she bombarded me with text messages. You can imagine how lost I was in love. I can remember I watched the clock tick, waiting patiently for closing time, that day, I left the office before everyone. Usually, she gets home before me (I was so sure she’d have performed another stunt).
As I parked my car in the garage, I shouted her sweet name, Anabel and I could feel the echo of my voice so loud. To my surprise, she wasn’t home. I picked up my phone and dialled her number, immediately, she answered and said she was stuck in traffic. I remember I told her to drive safely, I said so. I took a little nap and before I knew it, it was 9: 30 pm already. Her place of work isn’t far from the house, what sort of traffic would keep her out there for so long, I imagined as I was already so skittish.
My loud ringtone disrupted my thoughts, I answered the phone and a masculine voice yelled: is this My Heartthrob (she saved my number with that)? I answered: yes, please, where’s my wife? This man went mute for 5 minutes and dropped the bomb! SHE’S GONE! She’s what??!!! He hung up and texted an address to me. Immediately, I picked up my car keys and dashed off.
Indeed, I saw my wife but she was truly gone. I hugged her lifeless body, I pecked her cold cheeks and wept in agony. I yelled: you told me you’d see me by 7 pm, see the note you wrote. Guess what guys? She was truly gone! She couldn’t respond. What shredded me was the doctor’s report, she was pregnant. Argggghhhhhhhhh… I could kill that day. A bus driver hit her car, she alighted to check the scratch and a silly, reckless bike man hit her.
Ever since, I’ve lived in mystery and that lovely note, though old, is my last memory of her. I know she’s gone to a better place but I hate to remember the horrible event. Why didn’t she wake me before leaving for work? I’d have seen her that morning… Please show love when you have the chance (not just to your family members but to everyone you can) you never can tell. I hate Valentine’s Day!
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Writer: Damilare Ojo