Thank you Mama

Nice update fiyah

beautiful update... tnx Fiyah

fiyah:
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omonifamily:


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No, it wasn't. She posted the last update twice and had to delete one since it was a repetition.

Alwz enjoying ur update dear, but pleeeeeeese can u make d update a bit faster...
congrats on d FP! it really worth it.

Wow!! Interesting

Sypnosis of the heart
Intense piece.
following keenly

wow

Fiyah u are really talented, I av been reading ur write up without doing any oda thing. U are really good keep it up, pls wen is d update coming

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Lemme be expecting an update..

A very nice story ma'am, I like your style, you absolutely nailed it in "silent seduction", now, here is another beautiful piece. More ink to your pen.

Wow!! Fiyah u're good indeed. More plssssss....

Fiyah, you have a striking resemblance with our stone cold Peter character you know,
He keeps delaying diner dates, You keep delaying updates.
No lemme do a David on your Ehi o

Fiyah, this ya nick is pronounced "Fire" abi "Fee'ya" ?

So some of ya fans may not liking the talk I will say, If ur getting less inspiration because of work, just give us last update.

Kill David, reconcile Ehi and Rhoda, Rhoda and Peter, and top it all with Peter and Ehi living happily ever after. Thank you.

Boomboost:
Fiyah, this ya nick is pronounced "Fire" abi "Fee'ya" ?

So some of ya fans may not liking the talk I will say, If ur getting less inspiration because of work, just give us last update.

Kill David, reconcile Ehi and Rhoda, Rhoda and Peter, and top it all with Peter and Ehi living happily ever after. Thank you.

E make sense Weldone sir

I know that David is the worst side of the coin. he's only using Rhoda for his plan

Fiyah, hope everything is alright? Hope no problem?


#PatientlyWaiting

fiyah:
**PETER**
I held the bouquet tighter like I was scared it was going to fall off if I didn't. I could feel my hand tremble as I folded it to knock on the door. I stopped to wait for an answer of any kind in the dark, cold night while my hands gave off tremor like spasms.

It was so evident I was nervous. I couldn't help it.

After what seemed like eternity of waiting, I edged forward and put my ears on the door to listen to movements. After moments of waiting, I heard nothing.

Taking a quick glance at the wristwatch fastened around my left wrist, I didn't want to believe she was asleep even though the details on my watch only screamed she should.

I tried knocking at the door once again while silently hoping I would get a response this time. I could feel my forehead dampen with sweat and that was quite surprising considering how cold it was outside. I didn't need a weather forecast to tell me how cold it was. The way my teeth clattered like an old typist typewriter was enough forecast.

I was going to try my luck at knocking on the door again when I heard rustling and prattling in the keyhole. I stopped in my tracks and waited patiently for the door to slid open with my heart literarily in my throat.

She stood in the door way, arms folded across her chest while she stared insipidly at me like an inanimate object waiting to be tossed away. She was in a brown turtle-necked cardigan whose long sleeve hand was a few inches longer than hers. The sparks I always see in her eyes were completely gone and what I see as replacement was a stomach turning blank stare.

Why a blank stare scares me so much, I don’t know. I couldn’t find the perfect explanation.

Maybe I wouldn’t be worried if what I had seen on her face was a frown or a scowl that shows she was angry at me. I am someone who agrees with this orthodox belief that if someone is mad at you enough to show it, the person still cares and would accept an apology if offered. Which explains why I was frightened by what I saw in her eyes.

She was standing right there, staring down at me like she wasn’t expecting an apology.

Like she didn’t care.

Although this might be the first time I ever admitted such, this is my greatest fear!

I want her to care about me.

A light smile spread across my face as I held up the bouquet in my hands in concerted effort to lessen the tension welling up in the atmosphere around us.

‘I’m sorry I’m late.’ I added while hopefully waiting for her to collect the flowers from me. It was hard reading what the mixture of emotions on her face suggested but either way, there was no hiding the disappointment masking it. Her face looked sullen and it was hard telling if she was actually looking at me. She seemed rather too deep in thoughts

We stayed like that for minutes.

Just staring at each other with no word leaving either of our lips.

“Peter.’ My name, being her first word ever since I got here got my attention rather too engrossingly.

'You don’t get to be two contrasting characters at the same time. You don’t get to be a jerk and prince charming concurrently. You have to choose one. Be one. Maybe you’ll find someone who will love you for who you are even if you choose to be a jerk because I am done.’ She paused for air and it was clear-cut obvious that she was at the verge of breaking down.

‘I am done hoping you would change. I am done making excuses for you. I am done having to tiptoe around you like you are some time bomb waiting for the perfect time to explode. I am done believing we might have had something which we clearly don’t. I know I might have been living in this fantasy world thinking you would be better. It might be a one sided thing; it might just be only me but I actually thought we could be better than whatever we presently are. But that doesn’t matter anymore because whatever we were is stupid. And I might have just placed my priorities and hopes too high to think you might just be ‘the guy’. I have come to realize you are not the guy. You are just another guy I risk getting hurt if I ever got tangled with.’ She said that calmly. She wasn’t angry and even if she was, she did a good job hiding it. She wasn’t screaming either. She was just standing there, delivering her statement like she had it all planned.

‘I’m sorry Peter but I guess we have to terminate what hasn’t started.’ She continued. ‘Goodnight Peter.’ She added then stood there for a few moments before she tried to shut the door in my face.

‘I…’ I started and I saw her pause. Her eyes were waiting for me.

It almost felt like she still had faith in me.

I could see it.

She still had hopes. She was hoping whatever I wanted to say would change everything.

She was expecting whatever I had to say to be a reason to change her mind.

She was so vulnerable that her desires and emotions could be read off her face.

‘I…’ I struggled to get the words out of my throat but they were stuck there and she was getting impatient.

And it was at that moment that I knew I had to do the right thing.

‘I am not the right person for you.’ I started once again, crushing the tiny flame of hope lighting up in her eyes.

‘You are right; it is a one sided thing. I really don’t feel the way you do… I don’t even know what I want! I am just a messed up, broken, stupid guy who will most likely hurt you more than you have been hurt before and you don’t deserve that.’ I paused for a frustrating sigh.

‘You don’t deserve me.’

I let the last statement linger in the air and I watched her give me the blank, hurt stare again right before she slammed the door in my face then the rustling sound of key inside the key hole, like the other time resumed.

I took a few steps backward still staring at the shut door. I sighted a trash can just right beside the front porch and dumped the flowers in it while trying so hard to refrain from yelling.

I head to my car and jumped in after which I closed the door after me.

I put my head on the steering wheel as my eyes began to sting…

It hurt so bad.

Who was I kidding?

My whole body hurt and the pain wasn’t physical in any way.

I have never felt like this before.

I really am in love.

I don’t know which hurts more; the part where I lost the only comfort I have ever felt in a while...

The only person I have undoubtedly been convinced I love.

Or the part where I lied while being conscious of the fact that if I had said the truth, I would have kept her.

luv this

fiyah:
**PETER**
I held the bouquet tighter like I was scared it was going to fall off if I didn't. I could feel my hand tremble as I folded it to knock on the door. I stopped to wait for an answer of any kind in the dark, cold night while my hands gave off tremor like spasms.

It was so evident I was nervous. I couldn't help it.

After what seemed like eternity of waiting, I edged forward and put my ears on the door to listen to movements. After moments of waiting, I heard nothing.

Taking a quick glance at the wristwatch fastened around my left wrist, I didn't want to believe she was asleep even though the details on my watch only screamed she should.

I tried knocking at the door once again while silently hoping I would get a response this time. I could feel my forehead dampen with sweat and that was quite surprising considering how cold it was outside. I didn't need a weather forecast to tell me how cold it was. The way my teeth clattered like an old typist typewriter was enough forecast.

I was going to try my luck at knocking on the door again when I heard rustling and prattling in the keyhole. I stopped in my tracks and waited patiently for the door to slid open with my heart literarily in my throat.

She stood in the door way, arms folded across her chest while she stared insipidly at me like an inanimate object waiting to be tossed away. She was in a brown turtle-necked cardigan whose long sleeve hand was a few inches longer than hers. The sparks I always see in her eyes were completely gone and what I see as replacement was a stomach turning blank stare.

Why a blank stare scares me so much, I don’t know. I couldn’t find the perfect explanation.

Maybe I wouldn’t be worried if what I had seen on her face was a frown or a scowl that shows she was angry at me. I am someone who agrees with this orthodox belief that if someone is mad at you enough to show it, the person still cares and would accept an apology if offered. Which explains why I was frightened by what I saw in her eyes.

She was standing right there, staring down at me like she wasn’t expecting an apology.

Like she didn’t care.

Although this might be the first time I ever admitted such, this is my greatest fear!

I want her to care about me.

A light smile spread across my face as I held up the bouquet in my hands in concerted effort to lessen the tension welling up in the atmosphere around us.

‘I’m sorry I’m late.’ I added while hopefully waiting for her to collect the flowers from me. It was hard reading what the mixture of emotions on her face suggested but either way, there was no hiding the disappointment masking it. Her face looked sullen and it was hard telling if she was actually looking at me. She seemed rather too deep in thoughts

We stayed like that for minutes.

Just staring at each other with no word leaving either of our lips.

“Peter.’ My name, being her first word ever since I got here got my attention rather too engrossingly.

'You don’t get to be two contrasting characters at the same time. You don’t get to be a jerk and prince charming concurrently. You have to choose one. Be one. Maybe you’ll find someone who will love you for who you are even if you choose to be a jerk because I am done.’ She paused for air and it was clear-cut obvious that she was at the verge of breaking down.

‘I am done hoping you would change. I am done making excuses for you. I am done having to tiptoe around you like you are some time bomb waiting for the perfect time to explode. I am done believing we might have had something which we clearly don’t. I know I might have been living in this fantasy world thinking you would be better. It might be a one sided thing; it might just be only me but I actually thought we could be better than whatever we presently are. But that doesn’t matter anymore because whatever we were is stupid. And I might have just placed my priorities and hopes too high to think you might just be ‘the guy’. I have come to realize you are not the guy. You are just another guy I risk getting hurt if I ever got tangled with.’ She said that calmly. She wasn’t angry and even if she was, she did a good job hiding it. She wasn’t screaming either. She was just standing there, delivering her statement like she had it all planned.

‘I’m sorry Peter but I guess we have to terminate what hasn’t started.’ She continued. ‘Goodnight Peter.’ She added then stood there for a few moments before she tried to shut the door in my face.

‘I…’ I started and I saw her pause. Her eyes were waiting for me.

It almost felt like she still had faith in me.

I could see it.

She still had hopes. She was hoping whatever I wanted to say would change everything.

She was expecting whatever I had to say to be a reason to change her mind.

She was so vulnerable that her desires and emotions could be read off her face.

‘I…’ I struggled to get the words out of my throat but they were stuck there and she was getting impatient.

And it was at that moment that I knew I had to do the right thing.

‘I am not the right person for you.’ I started once again, crushing the tiny flame of hope lighting up in her eyes.

‘You are right; it is a one sided thing. I really don’t feel the way you do… I don’t even know what I want! I am just a messed up, broken, stupid guy who will most likely hurt you more than you have been hurt before and you don’t deserve that.’ I paused for a frustrating sigh.

‘You don’t deserve me.’

I let the last statement linger in the air and I watched her give me the blank, hurt stare again right before she slammed the door in my face then the rustling sound of key inside the key hole, like the other time resumed.

I took a few steps backward still staring at the shut door. I sighted a trash can just right beside the front porch and dumped the flowers in it while trying so hard to refrain from yelling.

I head to my car and jumped in after which I closed the door after me.

I put my head on the steering wheel as my eyes began to sting…

It hurt so bad.

Who was I kidding?

My whole body hurt and the pain wasn’t physical in any way.

I have never felt like this before.

I really am in love.

I don’t know which hurts more; the part where I lost the only comfort I have ever felt in a while...

The only person I have undoubtedly been convinced I love.

Or the part where I lied while being conscious of the fact that if I had said the truth, I would have kept her.

luv this so much,op,keep it up

fiyah:
**PETER**
I held the bouquet tighter like I was scared it was going to fall off if I didn't. I could feel my hand tremble as I folded it to knock on the door. I stopped to wait for an answer of any kind in the dark, cold night while my hands gave off tremor like spasms.

It was so evident I was nervous. I couldn't help it.

After what seemed like eternity of waiting, I edged forward and put my ears on the door to listen to movements. After moments of waiting, I heard nothing.

Taking a quick glance at the wristwatch fastened around my left wrist, I didn't want to believe she was asleep even though the details on my watch only screamed she should.

I tried knocking at the door once again while silently hoping I would get a response this time. I could feel my forehead dampen with sweat and that was quite surprising considering how cold it was outside. I didn't need a weather forecast to tell me how cold it was. The way my teeth clattered like an old typist typewriter was enough forecast.

I was going to try my luck at knocking on the door again when I heard rustling and prattling in the keyhole. I stopped in my tracks and waited patiently for the door to slid open with my heart literarily in my throat.

She stood in the door way, arms folded across her chest while she stared insipidly at me like an inanimate object waiting to be tossed away. She was in a brown turtle-necked cardigan whose long sleeve hand was a few inches longer than hers. The sparks I always see in her eyes were completely gone and what I see as replacement was a stomach turning blank stare.

Why a blank stare scares me so much, I don’t know. I couldn’t find the perfect explanation.

Maybe I wouldn’t be worried if what I had seen on her face was a frown or a scowl that shows she was angry at me. I am someone who agrees with this orthodox belief that if someone is mad at you enough to show it, the person still cares and would accept an apology if offered. Which explains why I was frightened by what I saw in her eyes.

She was standing right there, staring down at me like she wasn’t expecting an apology.

Like she didn’t care.

Although this might be the first time I ever admitted such, this is my greatest fear!

I want her to care about me.

A light smile spread across my face as I held up the bouquet in my hands in concerted effort to lessen the tension welling up in the atmosphere around us.

‘I’m sorry I’m late.’ I added while hopefully waiting for her to collect the flowers from me. It was hard reading what the mixture of emotions on her face suggested but either way, there was no hiding the disappointment masking it. Her face looked sullen and it was hard telling if she was actually looking at me. She seemed rather too deep in thoughts

We stayed like that for minutes.

Just staring at each other with no word leaving either of our lips.

“Peter.’ My name, being her first word ever since I got here got my attention rather too engrossingly.

'You don’t get to be two contrasting characters at the same time. You don’t get to be a jerk and prince charming concurrently. You have to choose one. Be one. Maybe you’ll find someone who will love you for who you are even if you choose to be a jerk because I am done.’ She paused for air and it was clear-cut obvious that she was at the verge of breaking down.

‘I am done hoping you would change. I am done making excuses for you. I am done having to tiptoe around you like you are some time bomb waiting for the perfect time to explode. I am done believing we might have had something which we clearly don’t. I know I might have been living in this fantasy world thinking you would be better. It might be a one sided thing; it might just be only me but I actually thought we could be better than whatever we presently are. But that doesn’t matter anymore because whatever we were is stupid. And I might have just placed my priorities and hopes too high to think you might just be ‘the guy’. I have come to realize you are not the guy. You are just another guy I risk getting hurt if I ever got tangled with.’ She said that calmly. She wasn’t angry and even if she was, she did a good job hiding it. She wasn’t screaming either. She was just standing there, delivering her statement like she had it all planned.

‘I’m sorry Peter but I guess we have to terminate what hasn’t started.’ She continued. ‘Goodnight Peter.’ She added then stood there for a few moments before she tried to shut the door in my face.

‘I…’ I started and I saw her pause. Her eyes were waiting for me.

It almost felt like she still had faith in me.

I could see it.

She still had hopes. She was hoping whatever I wanted to say would change everything.

She was expecting whatever I had to say to be a reason to change her mind.

She was so vulnerable that her desires and emotions could be read off her face.

‘I…’ I struggled to get the words out of my throat but they were stuck there and she was getting impatient.

And it was at that moment that I knew I had to do the right thing.

‘I am not the right person for you.’ I started once again, crushing the tiny flame of hope lighting up in her eyes.

‘You are right; it is a one sided thing. I really don’t feel the way you do… I don’t even know what I want! I am just a messed up, broken, stupid guy who will most likely hurt you more than you have been hurt before and you don’t deserve that.’ I paused for a frustrating sigh.

‘You don’t deserve me.’

I let the last statement linger in the air and I watched her give me the blank, hurt stare again right before she slammed the door in my face then the rustling sound of key inside the key hole, like the other time resumed.

I took a few steps backward still staring at the shut door. I sighted a trash can just right beside the front porch and dumped the flowers in it while trying so hard to refrain from yelling.

I head to my car and jumped in after which I closed the door after me.

I put my head on the steering wheel as my eyes began to sting…

It hurt so bad.

Who was I kidding?

My whole body hurt and the pain wasn’t physical in any way.

I have never felt like this before.

I really am in love.

I don’t know which hurts more; the part where I lost the only comfort I have ever felt in a while...

The only person I have undoubtedly been convinced I love.

Or the part where I lied while being conscious of the fact that if I had said the truth, I would have kept her.

wow

Not again!

Dranoid:
Fiyah, hope everything is alright? Hope no problem?


#PatientlyWaiting

Sunday

Olivervivian:
wow

sorry, but do u have to quote everything just to say that three letter word.

Olivervivian:
wow

This is an act of wickedness na... I thought there's an update, I rushed here to check just to find you quoting the whole story..

That's how u did on angelsss's story.... It's not fair.
.

Olivervivian
You be Legend, this proves you really appreciate her work.
U too get sense. Well done Nne. :\

Olivervivian:
wow

Broda why

Olivervivian:
wow

Are you Are you Are you maaaad

Olivervivian:
wow

this girl issa bastard

Diamondamsel:


This is an act of wickedness na... I thought there's an update, I rushed here to check just to find you quoting the whole story..

That's how u did on angelsss's story.... It's not fair.
.

I'm sorry, I just registered newly,please forgive me