LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

PROMISE!

Him not wanting to drag it any longer. Decided to put in action his plan, which was no plan. just her voice alone took the wits out of him. He was confused at present as to how? he could carry out his task diplomatically. he began by saying.....

"listen love, we really need to talk about something with great significance to our future. please don't take this wrongly kk!? I honestly don't harbor bad intentions trust me. could you probably give me your assurance, that you will not get worked up about what I want us to discuss?"

"Come on! Do I have to?"

"Yes hon! 'he insists' I need you to promise me you will not get angry with anything I ask you?"

"Must I really! really!! take an oath before you talk to me? ' trying hard to play a victim' you are fully aware, you are at liberty to ask me anything and I will not have a problem with you babe."

" No Jenn! you need to vouch it."

Jenn's mind was headed over drive. Initially when she heard "we need to talk" her fears was invoked back with the same magnitude as hitherto. However she was still in a refrain activated mood. Her forgotten anxiety turned into her reality once more. These few words could give someone a heart attack; it was the beginning to the end. Whenever one's partner uttered them? it meant it was an extremely serious discussion. in many multiple cases leading to a dissolution of alliance. it signified the end mostly and was dreaded by couples. That notwithstanding she held on to hope whiles praying for Providence to grant her a way to divulge the problem in a conducive narration. yet his persistence for her to promise before he could talk made it all too glaring.

"am done for! 'she lamented' He knows and wants to break up with me!" Tears already apparent in her eyes, her throat dries up like the desert without perineal rains whiles her body was drenching with sweat as the drizzly days in the rainy season of the country Ghana's tropical climate.

Mansa, who had been stealing glances at her friend as well as straining her sense of sound to eves drop on her convo, only to catching meaningless scraps. Notices her friend's mood change and gesticulates a question...

"What's going on?"

'She responds back in gesticulation with a head shake, meaning "nothing."

"Are you sure?" she requested again. Jenn gives her a stern look, trying to tell her to back off. Her timing to play childish games was unarguably wrong. She is in a dire situation. Her tolerance guage had dropped below minimum level almost null. she refocused I on her phone conversation once again.

"Babe! What is going on? If you really want to tell me something, why not come out with it? Besides, what is it with this 'PROMISE ME' kerfuffle?Is it a new infectious disease going around now or what? First it was Mansa! Now you! This hypocritical conspiracy to manipulate me is unacceptable! We have never bothered about assurances ahead of our talks. So why now?" doing her best to refrain from any portend which would cumulate into jeopardy.'

"Do you mean Mansa is there with you?" 'old soldier enquires of her appreciatively to a no response from a moody Jenn' "Say me Hi! to her for me. Don't forget to thank her for taking care of you for me in my absence. I always felt worried you were alone, now I can rest easy she is with you. I am sure to pick a delightful surprise for her on my return" he diverted from her compulsion

"I am not in the mood of sharing pleasantries, neither am I your messenger. 'She s***h back bitterly. Jenn was still not over the anger of Mansa's earlier acts and lashing out on her man.' Now do us two a favor, save

our time and go straight to point. what is it you mean to ask?" agitated with an empty room of patience.

With the mention of her name without knowing what the colloquy was about, compiled with Jenn's negative mood, Mansa again inquired cluelessly.

"What have I done again this time around? You will not tell me who you talking to or what is wrong with you! Either way? I think a have a fair idea from the way you were all lucent like the full moon moments ago. 'taking a too known posture, pauses then makes her concluding observation' However, I don't get why you are in a sour mood now! if my guess is right? You shouldn't be right? 'she says rhetorically' So tell me why you are involving my name in your secretive transactions ha?

"Not now please!" Jenn fired at her fiercely. She moved a few shifts away from her mimincking an emergency operations response voice saying

"Mayday! mayday!! Huston! psychotic mode activated! Back up requested immediately" she took a flying pillow to her head before she could swerve. Mansa's stunt was a temporal thick mood lightener but not reliably durable enough to maintain it to dissolution.

Old Soldier detected the rage in his woman's voice. which was exactly what he wanted to prevent. He needed to calm the waters if he was going to get anything out of her. Besides he didn't take the first step after a relentless mind boggle to back down in the middle. He will accomplish his mission be it in a snail pace but with certainty. Letting it go was not an option under any circumstance. He has to know if she was with child or not. She is the last female he lay with before travelling. As matter of facts he had not been with any other woman since he met her. She was the full package for him! the real deal. if Togui said she was with seed? She should be but he needed her to confirm it. He didn't go through all the cumbersome task of decrypting the meaning to the old man's message to return empty handed. For him to triumph he needed to her a peace.

"Baby calm down, it nothing really. I just want you to be fine with what I had to say. Listen I will go first ok! I promise it is nothing detrimental. Come on Jenn , just relax for me please ." he says earnestly concerned'

"You need to come off! For me to come on man! 'she shoots back at him. Jennifer was literally fuming; be-clouding her judgements paving a path for speaking things she didn't mean. Her anger taking control of her logical reasoning. The hand work partly of her hormonal imbalance and a guilty conscience, making her hurt him unintentionally, Which he was aware of. None the less old Soldier didn't mind, he only wanted her to be ok.'

"No baby! No! responding solemnly with a pained heart at her utterance' it is best both of us on board the same stage. You know I can't do anything without you. You are my heart beat! The oxygen to my brains! Without you I am a braindead. I love you beyond words can express explicitly. I beg of you, please calm down. There's no need to get agitated for any reason." 'sweetly persuading her in a serene euphonious silky male soothing deep undertone in a committed way. Jennifer melted helplessly in comparison of that of the authentic pure Northern Ghanaian shear butter under the heat of her Man's words. In all truth, he had no evil agenda tucked up his sleeve. He was approaching her in his purest form of heart.

An adamant smile stole it way slyly onto her screen. she fought to conceal her improved mood. However, her silence informed her man of his conquered conquest. He also smiles on his side of the world. Relieved with the re-establishment of the infamous truth that he was her antidote to her cancerous anger. He was aware his baby had a strong temperament; only in extreme given conditions not impulsive as he was witnessing presently.

"aaawwwww! ' she cooed' I love you too baby. Fine! Sure! Go on ahead. You can say it, I will not over react if that is what you afraid of. There! you can talk now." As fiercely as ever but as soft as the finest smooth feathers. She gives her consent full heart-ed-ly in a half-hearted utter-cation.

She may not have said it in the exact same words he would have wanted to hear. what she gave was acceptable. Better than not . Howbeit, he was going to get the words out of her exactly as he wanted it . Beside that, he also noticed a change in his woman. She was kind of grumpier than the usual Jennifer he knew. She was very tolerant , not a quick

reactor even if pissed off. She had a subtle way of going about the situation but this madam is a little hyper. Was this another aspect of herself she hid so well from him or Did what he said really got to her. I just hope she is well. Anyway that was not important for the time being. A good surveillance but as it is said, men most likely to miss tiny details making them last to catch on.

TINY DETAILS ARE THE STEPPING STONES TO THE BIGGER PICTURE.

#sweetdzifa

Knowing himself? He wouldn't proceed without a stand ovation exit from his audience, thus, the love of his life! Whom he had sparsely managed to quench her almost raging consuming fire of anger and enchanted through the eye of a needle. He needed a substantial prove he could proceed with confident.

" And ooooh! Baby these perfectly sculpted sexy! sexy!! abs 'mmmmhhgh!he groans' will inflate into a potbelly if you ever allow those heart breaking words slip you again!" jesting with a leering sneer.

" Hahahah hahahahahaha! I already said fine ok! You pervert! you, don't need to butter me up anymore. You will never change! All the same, I love you just the way you are pumps..."

"For your happiness? I will not only butter! but cream with syrup toping with cherry. Causeyou are so sweet! I love you most!" entrancing-ly delivered to garner the expected results.

"And I adore you pumpkin! ok! I promise not to get angry with whatever you want to ask. 'repeated the diction as he behest' "Now you got me mirroring you...cheat! How did you even attain the spot of my Achilles heel without my permission?" she asked incorrigibly amused. A victorious smirk en-captured on his surface.

"Bullseye!" he screamed within himself contentedly, that was the standing ovation he so looked forward to! His crowning glory. The grand willful affirmation from her in the exact words.

"thank you my Madame! You sound so cute right now. I would kiss you right now 'mwaah! mwaah!! mwaah!! How I wish I were close. What can I do without you? absolutely nothing! Thanks for understanding my love. 'yes! I have finally got it out of her.' jubilating internally, "thank God! wheew!" wiping off sweat of his own figment from his forehead, symbolically.

This was just the foundation to the main task. An arduous mission has he ahead of him to accomplish.