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{Romance Story} THE DIARY OF A VIRGIN BOY – 6.0

The Billion dollar question, ‘Who the hell was that? ‘ I wanted to scream hit her hard across the face and yell like they do in one of those Taylor Swift music videos but I let it slide.
“Hey babe,” she blinked her eye. 
“I’m here, ” I responded as I hid her phone in my pocket. I laid beside her and wrapped my hands around her body. She reclined upon me and slept off once more.
I couldn’t wave the thoughts running through my mind. Having seen that picture, I’ve felt this hole in my heart slowly eating me up like a tumor.
The next morning was awfully quiet as I sat down on the dining table eating and thinking about my next action. 
“Hey babe, why are you awfully quiet this morning?”
I guess she didn’t read me well enough to know how I was feeling. She came closer and snapped her fingers before my face to bring me back to reality.
I stared at her, what do i say to her? I thought.
Who the hell is my number? Why did he send you a dick pic?
Nah! I just smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just really hungry this morning,” I responded, I lied as I took my leave from the dining table.
While she took her bathe, I went through her phone messages and found his address on her phone, I scribbled it down on my notepad. And quickly Slid her phone back into her bag.
It’s time I paid this son of a bitch a visit. What the hell does he have to do with my girlfriend. 
“My girlfriend?” I nearly said out loud. It was cringeworthy to think about. Whatever!
Written by Ayomide O’tega and Praise Osawaru

About Praise

Praise Osawaru is a writer, poet, content developer and entrepreneur-in-training. His works have appeared in Black Youth, Sprinng Literary Movement and Writers Space Africa. He was longlisted for African Writers Award 2019 and Shortlisted for The Zi Prize 2019. Follow him on Instagram/FB/Twitter @wordsmithpraise

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