"I have told you times without numbers; I do not want you coming home at such a late hour!" Benita said in an angered tone, flinging her two hands in the air.
Daniel, however, seemed unperturbed and walked into the bedroom, leaving his fiancée in the sitting room and ignoring her rants. Daniel dropped his black leather bag on the sofa, which had on it some littered clothes of his, which had been a habit for him to keep clothes he removed whenever he came back from work or an outing. His fiancée never stopped complaining about his attitude of dropping the clothes on the sofa rather than hanging them in the closet. He lay supine on the mattress with a heavy thud, causing him to whine in pain as his back hit the foam.
He had barely lain on the bed from exhaustion when Benita walked into the room. "You have to tell me where you are coming from, Dan. It’s almost midnight, and you had me worried; your phone was switched off. Who does that, Dan?" Benita lamented bitterly, this time lowering her voice in a pleading tone.
"Can I have peace in my own house, Benita? Your constant nagging is tiring. I have tried to ignore you a number of times, but you present yourself as an obstacle!" Dan retorted, sitting up on the bed with his eyes glaring at Benita.
Benita stared at Daniel for a moment, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. She walked to the sofa, cleared some clothes scattered on it, and sat gently, this time around having sniffs of sobbing. She wiped off the tears that welled up in her eyes with the back of her palm.
"I’ll be leaving your house first thing tomorrow morning, Dan. I’m sorry for causing you so much pain." Benita apologized with teary eyes.
Daniel kept silent and would not oblige her with any response. He removed his clothes and headed for the bathtub, still ignoring Benita. Dan was long tired of their fights and had grown indifferent to her complaints. He cared less for what decision she took and wished only for peace of mind. He watched as Benita picked up a blanket from the bedroom and walked to the sitting room. He knew she went to the sitting room to sleep on the three-seater chair. He chose not to call her back. His frequent late nights were because he wanted to avoid their constant arguments.
Daniel barely woke up to his 7 a.m. alarm, yet he knew his apartment felt a bit empty. Then he realized his fiancée, Benita, must have left with most of her loads. He was unusually unbothered by her departure. Though he missed the only lady he loved these past two years, a new chapter of peace seemed to have opened up in his life.
