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After much contemplation, I decided to let kamara stay in my house for sometime before setting up a business and securing an apartment for her.
We took a cab to my house, getting to my house kamara kept on looking everywhere and I know she has lots of question to ask but I didn't want to create that relationship with her anymore, she loves knowing everything but I can't give her that opportunity anymore; I choose to help her because of the type of closeness we had in the past, but creating a new one is an impossible mission for me.
"You live here now," Kamara's voice asked calmly.
"Yes," I replied hoping she won't ask another question.
"It's so beautiful, your taste is so good Clara," she said. 
"You have always dream of living in a beautiful house and nice area too, thank God you were able to achieve that, now you can have access to power supply anytime, unlike our previous house," she added.
"Thank you kamara," I replied trying my best not to push the conversation further. 
I led her into the apartment, I needed to show her her own room before she occupies mine, we walked to the room I reserved as a store room which contains few of my extra properties, "Kamara, you can sit here comfortably while I prepare the room for you," I said pointing at the other side.
"Thank you Clara for the good things you have done without punishing me for my past attitude. I'm really grateful," she said calmly.
"Well, we also have people we have wronged, so nobody is perfect, and anyone who admits his or her offense, deserves total forgiveness. life is short and should be enjoyed fully," I said to her.
I went into the store room, cleaning it up and moving out few of the extra properties I kept in there. I made sure the room was totally clean and comfortable for one to sleep in.
"Kamara, your room is ready," I informed her.
"Clara, you still keep the picture of Mr. Nich?" she asked sounding so surprised, "but this love you have for him is really strong and strange, don't you think moving on is the best rather than waiting for a man who doesn't think that way about you?" she said.
I smiled at her trying my best to keep calm, I think she hasn't changed neither has she learnt her lesson, I never asked for her advice nor her point of view, but as always she would like to speak into people's personal affairs, 'I can't stay with her for a long time so she won't get too comfortable,' I decided.
"Kamara love is love, it doesn't matter whom or how long you have been in love, but how well." I replied not knowing if I made a point or not.
I walked into the kitchen to prepare something for her to eat, so she can take her medicine and rest. The doctor adviced her to have enough rest and avoid any stressful work. The thought of what to cook that she might like, kept on lingering; 'what should I prepare now?' I asked myself. I stood for a while without remembering anything, then I decided to ask for her own choice of food.
I walked into the room to find Kamara on my own bed going through my pictures. Wait! 'Why would she leave her room for mine and also going through my personal stuff?' I asked myself. It seems I need to get her an apartment faster before she steps off boundaries. 
"Kamara, what are you doing? I asked and she jerked. I guess she wasn't expecting me to show up that way, not like she was hiding it. "Clara you scared me," she smiled showing me a picture of my client and commenting on how nice the drawing looks, I didn't find her praises funny because this is a nude art of a client and should be confidential.
"Please Kamara, I will love you to stay away from these things, most of them are private and should be confidential, I won't like to expose what is entrusted in my care," I told her while she nodded calmly. I can't explain her mood, maybe she has gotten angry, I guess I sounded pissed a bit, but she caused it.
"Please, what do you want to eat?" I asked calmly pretending not to notice her mood.
"Anything will be good," she said trying to keep her mood in check. 
"But anything is not a food name," I replied.
"I will go with spaghetti," she said.
"Consider it done in few minutes ma," I said jokingly while she giggled.
Kamara has a bad attitude but I really want to make her feel comfortable before she leaves my house. I walked into the kitchen to prepare the spaghetti. Cooking that took me some minutes and it's done. I served our meal, Kamara couldn't help but praised and thanked me, she kept on praising until she said something that caught me.
"Clara, can you believe, he beat me one night because of spaghetti?" she said calmly.
I kept quiet for a while before responding, I already knew the it's her boyfriend and I don't want to ever be in the center of their relationship, they are having a serious fight now but there is a possibility that they would come back tomorrow. 
"So how did that happen?" I asked sounding curious and she continued.
"That very night, he came back very late as always and couldn't find food in the kitchen," she said.
"But how did it lead to a fight," I quieried 
"Yes, before he left in the morning, we had an issue as a result of money, he refused giving me any money thinking that I will cook as usual, but at that point I can't even boost of a penny, I regret meeting him," she cried. "The last spaghetti in the house was what I cooked and when he came back, he found out there was nothing left for him to eat, getting to find out that I ate spaghetti, he felt like I cooked and finished it because I wanted to punish him, but that was not true; Clara, this guy hit me to an extent that I went blank," she cried out.
Her tears were becoming so much and I had no option than to make her stop talking about it but she wouldn't stop, I had no option than to let her cry her heart so she atleast could be free from emotional torture.
She kept on saying the days she got beaten and the series of infection, but what I still can't understand is 'why did she stay this long?' Maybe she would have continued staying in the toxic relationship if not for the miscarriage. Imagine getting pregnant for your oppressor, a man who hits you for the slightest reason, a man who doesn't care about your emotion. Love becomes scary as time goes on. I actually felt like they loved and cared for each other, so what's the bad treatment for?
How can a heart wake up to stop loving the person whom it holds and cherishes so dearly without remembering of the past?!
Kamara cried to her satisfaction and I could tell she is better now. After the meal, I gave her the medicine as prescribed by the physician, at least she has learnt her lesson but all was because of love. She thought that building a man would be the best for her, she wanted to grow along with her boyfriend, but it doesn't work-out well for everyone. Things are really strange, it's funny how someone will look and act so responsible outside but inside, you will have nothing good to write about them. Many questions were popping in my mind, but I couldn't worsen her situation any further. Her boyfriend, I know has never been like this, so what changed?
I took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them, still busy with my mind, my phone rings (.......... ringing)
I walked into the room to pick up my phone and checking out the caller, it's an unsaved number, well I do business with lots of people so it doesn't matter, I said while picking up.
"Hello," the voice said. It was a very beautiful deep voice, my head jumped trying to identify the voice, I know this isn't the first time of hearing this particular voice, but I can't remember anymore, many things occupy my brain.
"Hello," I replied calmly
"I know you won't know the voice, beautiful girls can't identify voices," he said
"What?" I replied finding what he said so funny, "please can you explain that?" I asked
"Yes, because beautiful ladies like miss Clara is used to so many voices of admirers," he replied while I laughed out loud.
"You are funny, but please can I know you now?" I asked calmly.
"Yes my lady, I'm Richard, the guy you delivered the drawing to," he replied.
"Ohhhhh!" I shouted, "I'm so sorry for not recognizing your voice, I'm not relaxed yet," I immediately apologize. We gisted for sometime, he kept on asking things about me and at a point I asked him about himself. He went on telling me that the mother stylishly wanted us to meet that was why he asked for the drawing to be delivered to him.
"I don't know my mum has a good eye sight," he said.
"Please stop," I blushed. Richard was so full of life and fun, he kept on bringing up gist which made me forget about the dishes I wanted to wash, "some people's look can be so deceiving," I said.
"You don't even look like you can talk this much, but you keep surprising me," I said to him.
"Why can't I, when I keep hearing the chuckles of the most beautiful girl on the planet earth," he said. 
"Flirty man!" I called childishly and he laughed out loud.
"It's already late," I shouted
"I didn't realize how long we have stayed on the call, please I really need to go now," I said to him.
"Promise, we are going to be speaking continuously," he said.
"If you are not going to disrespect me, I will." He promised not to interfere in my personal life and we ended the call promising to get back at each other later. I ended the call but can't help but to smile.
'What just happened?' I asked myself.
I walked into the kitchen to wash the dishes, I really need to finish my chores, tomorrow is my submission day and I need to be early, tomorrow will remind me about the first day at Zen coffee shop, life is unpredictable.