radicalducati 41. Ways To Make up
41. Ways To Make up
Later in the evening, Tina left the house after she was done with her evening chores. Lena was alone and she felt talking to her best friend to seek some advice would be the best in her situation since Darian had refused to talk to her.
She picked up her phone from the coffee table, dialed Lisa's number, and switched to a video call when she picked up.
"Lisa," Lena dubbed, her expression dull and unimpressive. She looked like she had been unwell for days now. "How are you?" She asked.
"Always good, I should ask you how you are. Good Lord, you look like life has been sucked out of you. Are you good?" Lisa inquired, worry laced in her voice.
"No, I talked to Darain about our marriage and asked him why we haven't consummated it yet."
"So, what happened after that? Did he hit you?" Lisa widened her eyes.
"No, he didn't. He would never do that. You know, I was just confused and asked if he was sleeping with some other woman outside our marriage. He got angry, so mad he doesn't want to talk to me anymore, and that bothers me a lot." She said.
Lisa shook her head, pulling the head warmer over her head, she picked a piece of chips and crunched it. "He doesn't want to talk to you anymore? Is he guilty or innocent of the accusation?" She asked Lena.
"Innocent, I guess. He doesn't look like one who would cheat on me, I was just curious, I just wanted to know what was happening. We were already getting close, we already built our friendship, but I ruined everything. Gosh! I am a sucker, I feel so terrible." Lena rubbed her chest, she was hurting so bad.
"Hey calm down, Lena. You asked a question out of impulse. Don't blame yourself for this please, here take a piece of chips and munch on it." She pulled out one from the sachet and stretched it out to her friend. "I forgot it's a video call," she laughed.
"Oh, don't laugh it off. I am dead serious here. There is no one to talk to, that's why I called you. What should I do to appease him?" Lena asked.
"Do you want me to advise you as a friend, a writer, or a feminist that I am?" Lena smirked, rolling out her tongue at Lena who didn't find her expressions funny but rather stupid.
"Lisa, can you please take this seriously?" She begged her.
"Sure, I will give you some advice firstly as a friend. If you want back your relationship with him, just meet him and apologize for the things you said that hurt him. Secondly, as a writer, let him be, he'd come around if he misses you too, and lastly as a feminist, ignore him and don't give a fuck about him, you have a right to speak with your mouth. And if he's mad about that, let him remain mad." She crunched harder on the chips, winking at her friend. "Choose one of the three and use it in your best interest."
"I think the first one will work better, asshole."
"You can say that to Darian, call him an asshole." Lisa giggled. "Your dad called and he told me you visited."
"Yes, I did," Lena said casually.
"I am glad you listened to me, so proud of myself."
"I didn't listen to you. I just did what I felt was right to do, it's not about your lame advice." Lena let out a long hiss.
"I won't get mad about that. I know you took my advice, but don't worry, okay? I am not mad at you and I am always here to advise you about the things to do. Just call my phone whenever you need me."
"I am never calling you again," Lena joked.
"I will remind you that you said this the next time you call me."
Lena smiled. Her friend had a whole vibe. She loved her too much and didn't want to imagine how boring her life would be without Lisa in it.
"I was writing before you called, how about I call you later?" She asked.
"Sure, it's fine. Thanks for picking up, I know well that you don't pick calls while writing." Lena said understandably.
"I will always pick up your calls. Even though I am as busy as hell." She smiled, "Take good care of yourself, and let me know how things are, okay?"
"Sure, I love you."
"Tell That to Darian," Lisa blew her a kiss, ending the call before Lena could retort.
Lena was lazily scrolling through her social media accounts , she resorted to checking out Darian's name. She clicked it but nothing was found about him, she decided to check out the name of his company and that was when it dawned on her that she didn't know the name of her husband's company.
“What a shame!" she muttered to herself, making a note to ask him if he ever talked to her again.
The door flung open and raised her head to see Darian. He walked in and headed to the closet without acknowledging her presence in the room.
Lena dropped her phone on the bed, focusing her attention on her husband. She thought about the advice Lisa just gave her and she wanted to try her friend's advice but the feminism side seemed to be taking over her mind.
Darian ambled into the bathroom, had a quick shower, and rushed out after a few minutes.
He got dressed in a pair of white T-shirts and grey slacks. She figured he was going out that night, but she didn't ask him where he was going.
He went over to check himself in the high-length mirror, satisfied with his looks, he combed his hair to the side. After some minutes of proper dressing, he picked up the car keys from the vanity table and left the room without notice.
Lena rushed out of the bed, trailing after him. He said some words to Jay and the bodyguards and entered the car afterward.
When Darian was gone, Lena hurried out to meet Jay. She saw him where he was having a chit chat with Harrison and Dickson. She called him aside, leading him to the foyer.
"Did Darian tell you where he's going to?" She asked Jay.
"Not really, he just told us to guard the house," Jay responded. "Is there a problem?"
"No, not at all. You can go back. Thanks, Jay." She smiled, waving at him as he left the house. Lena wasn't cool with how far Darian was taking things, but she made up her mind to talk to him about it when he got back, she had had enough of his silent treatment.