Chapter 3
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It was Lydia, her best friend. How on earth could she do such to her.
A betrayal from a close friend hurts deeply. And to think that her best friend Lydia slept with her boyfriend made her burst into tears.
Lydia grabbed the bedspread to cover herself. She couldn't bring herself to look at Delia. She was overwhelmed with shame and a feeling of guilt washed over her.
"Delia, I am sorry for my actions," Lydia's voice was laced with guilt.
Delia was devastated and a feeling of sadness crept into her.
"I trusted you and this is all I get," Delia sobbed.
Elvis got up from the bed, he had wrapped a towel which he left on his chair round his waist. He drew close to Delia.
"Delia please, we can resolve this. Le….," Elvis tried convincing Delia.
Out of anger, Delia pushed him to the bed.
Her face was red and swollen from crying. Then she wiped her tears away.
"You two deserve each other," she spat.
Then Delia moved to the wardrobe, opened it and started packing her belongings. When she was done, she dragged her bag outside.
Elvis stood up from the bed quickly and followed her.
"Delia, please don't leave me. I will not hurt you again," Elvis pleaded.
Delia ignored him, she was so angry to listen to a word. She pushed the door open and stepped out, dragging her bag alongside.
As Elvis tried to hold her hand, she pushed him away and closed the door in his face.
There was no one in the corridor, she hurriedly entered the elevator.
Few minutes later, the elevator stopped and she got out.
She blinked back the tears threatening to flow. She wouldn't want to attract attention.
When she came outside, she stopped a cab and got in. After giving him directions, he sped away.
For one last time, she turned to look at the building.She was dejected. Nothing prepared her for what she saw today.
The cab pulled up in front of a house. She opened her purse and paid. It was her last money.
Then she got out and the driver drove off.
She was sad, tired and hungry. She managed to drag her back to the door and knocked.
No response.
She knocked again. No response.
A feeling of anxiety engulfed her. She hoped her aunt was around. She had nowhere else to go.
As she was about to knock a third time, a voice halted her.
"Delia!"
She turned swiftly. It was her aunt smiling at her.
Her aunt rushed to her and hugged her affectionately. " So good to see you."
Delia burst into tears, she couldn't hold it anymore.
"Aunt," Delia sobbed.
Her aunt looked at her. A worried look crept upon
her face.
"Are you alright?", her aunt asked.
Her aunt opened the door and helped her with her bag, they got in and she closed the door.
Delia sat on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably. Her aunt sat beside her.
"Delia, what is going on?," her aunt ran her eyes through Delia. She looked pale and tired. This bothered her.
"I do not have anywhere else to go to. I caught my boyfriend sleeping with my best friend. I am in pain, aunt," Delia cried.
Her aunt gasped. " That's too bad."
Delia rested her head on her aunt's shoulders as she continued crying.
Her aunt robbed Delia's back to console her.
"You are welcome to stay here for as long as you want," her aunt said.
Delia lifted her head from her aunt's shoulders, smiling in appreciation. "Thanks aunt, I knew I could always count on you."
She was relieved to have a place to stay. Her aunt is the only surviving relative she has.
Delia's parents died in an auto crash many years ago. Leaving her with nothing.
Though she has managed to navigate through life, each time she remembers what her life would have been like, with her parents by her side, she sinks into despair.
Her aunt took Delia to her old room which she occupied before moving out. It was still the same as she had left it.
"When you're done, come down for dinner," her aunt told her.
Delia didn't realize how fast time had gone. She looked through the window and noticed it was starting to get dark.
"Okay, aunt," she replied.
She arranged her things and showered. After putting on her nightie, she stepped out of her room.
She could perceive the delicious aroma emanating from the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled in hunger.
The table was set so she sat down with her aunt. They ate quietly.
After dinner, she helped her aunt to clear the table.
When the dishes were washed and kept in the kitchen, her aunt approached her.
"Have a lovely night's rest, Delia," her aunt said.
"And you too. Thanks aunt for your help." She hugged her aunt.
One week had passed since the ugly incident with her boyfriend.
She had dusted all that happened behind her as she continued combing the city for a job.
Yet nothing. It was as if the universe was against her.
All she got was rejection mail from all the places she had applied for a job.
It was devastating.
That afternoon, she returned home after going for another interview which did not end well.
She was the only one at home. So she had a quick shower and grabbed something to eat from the kitchen.
She was about to drop the plate when the door opened and her aunt stepped in smiling.
"Delia! There you are. How has your day been? Any luck with your job hunt?"
Delia sighed in frustration. " Nothing positive aunt."
Her aunt sat close to her. "I have a surprise for you."
Delia inched closer to know what it was. " Aunt, out with it already. What is the surprise?"
Her aunt beamed a cheerful smile at her. "I have a friend who works for a recruitment agency. And guess what? She has agreed to give you a job.”
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