That evening after Blessing left my place, I couldn't stop thinking about the things she had told me. I kept thinking of how I was going to discuss it with Isaiah, knowing he still so much hates her for what she did.
I was at the dinning table having dinner with my sister, but the food had no taste in mouth, to think I was the one who nagged her into preparing the meal in first place. And now I don't even have appetite for the food anymore.
"Banky what is the problem? You've been looking so gloomy since your girlfriend left." Sylvia asked me.
"I'm fine, there is no problem."
"Then why aren't you eating your food? You've been pushing it around your plate like it's tasteless."
"That's because I really don't have much appetite." I mumbled.
"You don't have appetite but you were the one who kept asking me to cook this food?" She sounded offended.
"I'm sorry."
