In my Ugliness

💫 Chapter 58💫

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Chapter 58

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Evening

5:34 pm

Vincent knocked on the door, and Bimbo opened it, her eyes widening in surprise. "Ah han," she exclaimed, wiping her face as if to confirm her eyes weren't deceiving her. She paused, wiping her face again, though it wasn't necessary. A loud, sharp clap of thunder boomed outside, making Bimbo jump, "Aya mi ja sha. (I was scared for a moment." She admitted, her eyes darting towards the sky as if seeking answers then she returned her gaze back to Vincent.

"Back to you , I don't understand why you're here" she said, her eyes fixed on Vincent. "It's either, I'm imagining things, or I've fallen into Deja's dream or you're really standing on our front porch."

Vincent smiled, "Good evening, Bimbo. How are you?" He asked but she scoffed, "I'm shocked that you're here. Did you miss your road? I think you have the wrong address."

His smile never wavered as he uncomfortably scratched his head, "I do have the right address. I'll like to see Deja. She hasn't been online the whole day. I'm worried about her. Is she okay?"

Bimbo raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "This is none of my business, but why do you care? I mean if I got the story right, you liked her, you heard she had sex with a stranger, you got angry cause she wasn't exactly the virtuous woman you thought she was. You ignored her, she finally reached out to you and you agreed to be friends but still you barely respond to her messages, and suddenly you care because her phone isn't turned on. How does the equation add up? Ko o balance."

He sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat,  "See, I get your point, maybe there's no balance  to the equation but I'm really worried. Is she fine?" "What makes you think she's not?" Her response, curt and sharp.

Vincent's expression turned pathetic, and he begged, "Please."

She rolled her eyes, her tone softening slightly. "Deja is fine. She's not home, though. She's been out all day." "Where is she?" His curiosity was aroused.

"I can't say."

Vincent's mind raced, wondering if Deja was on a date with someone else. "Did she...did she go with someone?"

She folded her arms across her chest, her expression unyielding. "I can't say."

Vincent struggled to ask the question without sounding superficial or selfish. "Um...do you know if Deja is currently with someone?"

Bimbo feigned ignorance, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I don't understand your question."

His face was suddenly  plastered in embarrassment and he trailed off, unsure how to ask the question without sounding selfish. "Has.... Has she...?" He stammered, "Is she dating?" He finally asked.

Bimbo arced her brow, "One week, she's professing her feelings to you and the next she's already with another man. Is that how low you think of her?" "Come on Bimbo! That wasn't what I meant." "Well, it sounded that way to me. See, whether or not Deja found someone, that's none of your business. But if you're interested, maybe you should ask her when she finally turns her phone on."