Cold one 2

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               There was a rustle inside. The water had stopped. She opened the bathroom door slightly, peeking out.  “What do you mean?” I looked her in the eyes, and this time, my expression was different. The shadows under the bulb gave my face a subtle weight, like the memory I was about to share had never quite let me go. “The last time kuwa na water heater,    design ilinilima ka ghasia venye nilienda kuzima maji after nimemaliza ku shower nilijipanguza maji nikalala the whole day ju ya kuboeka.” Her hand gripped the doorframe tighter. I chuckled, but it was dry, not amused — grateful. The bathroom door opened fully now. She stood wrapped in a towel, her expression unreadable but softened. “Souley,” she said, voice quieter now,  “why didn’t you just tell me that from the start?” I smiled faintly, stepping to her.  “Some scars don’t talk, unless,  someone listens long enough.” She leaned against the doorframe, th...

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Denno felt his blood pressure spike. He didn’t even bother responding. He jumped up, grabbed his jacket, and bolted out the door. 

When he got to the club, his heart was racing, not from the sprint, but from the anger simmering within. He spotted them immediately—Stacy, looking too comfortable, laughing at something this guy had said. Denno could feel his fists clenching. 


He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, then marched straight up to them.


“Stacy!” 


he called, his voice louder than intended. She looked up, eyes wide with shock. 

“Denno! 

What are you doing here?”


“I should be the one asking you that. 

Busy at work, 

sio?” 


he spat, glaring at the guy beside her, now looking more amused than concerned.


“Relax, bro,” 


the guy said, raising his hands. 


“We’re just having a good time.”


“A good time? 

Dude!

This is my girlfriend!” 


Denno fumed.


“Denno, calm down,” 


Stacy said, standing up. 

“This is just a colleague. 

We were discussing work stuff.”


“Work stuff? 

Over drinks and 

whatever else you were doing?” 


Denno asked, his voice rising. Stacy sighed, clearly frustrated. 


“Look, 

we’re both adults. 

If you don’t trust me, 

then 

what’s the point?”


Denno felt like he’d been slapped. He stared at her, then at the guy, who had the nerve to sip his drink calmly, like this was some Netflix drama. 


Wueh, 

but does she even care?




Denno turned and walked out, his mind a mess. The following days were rough, very rough. Stacy came home late every night, claiming she was exhausted from work. Their conversations were strained, and Denno found himself questioning everything. 

He even considered going through her phone but stopped himself—he wasn’t that desperate. Then one evening, as they sat in an awkward silence over dinner, Stacy looked up and sighed. 


“Denno, 

I think we need to talk.”


He braced himself. 

“Yeah?”


“This isn’t working. 

I feel like we’re in different worlds. 

You’re here, and I’m… 

elsewhere. 

Maybe it’s best if we took a break.”


Denno felt the words like a punch to the gut. 


“So that guy from the club… 

it’s him, isn’t it?”


Stacy looked down, then back at him, her eyes sad but resolute. 


“It’s not about him. 

It’s about us.”


He nodded slowly, the realization hitting him hard. 


“Okay, then.”


They sat there in an awkward silence for a moment longer than before Stacy got up and left the table. She didn’t leave that night, but the emptiness between them was palpable.


Months later, Denno was doing better. He’d thrown himself into his work and even started hitting the gym. He still thought about Stacy, but he was moving on. One day, he got a message from Jeff, the same friend who’d sent him the incriminating photo.


“Yo, 

you probably won’t believe this. 

That guy Stacy was with? 

He’s married, 

the wife recently found out 

Man’s getting divorced 

and 

probably going broke. 

Karma, huh?”


Denno couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Niligongewa,

na si mlango ama mayai pasua,” 


he thought, shaking his head. Life, it seemed, had its own way of balancing things out 

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