ESCAPE.
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"are you all right?" That light torch sent an unbearable fire into her core to the extent where she couldn't stand it anymore than to jump up from her spot startling Asamoah. He deep panned his question a second time with great concern. "Are you sure you are okay?"
"Y ...ees! I am perfectly fine." she faltered. "I just realized you have not been served any beverage." she lied. "imagine, not even water." she pointed out. "Allow me get you something. This is not way to treat a guest, that too one that went through all the trouble of assuming the role of a delivery man." she says slandering herself as well as indirectly dissing her man. she was trying so hard to get away from him even if it was for seconds.
"No! don't bother yourself. Besides, I am not complaining. Just relax, am not complaining anyway." He counteracted her.
"Silly!" She retorted with a distressed laugh. "You don't have to complain before we realize our short comings." Before it turned into an argument Jenn interrupted to hold the peace.
"Pardon! My poor hospitality. Don't worry Mansa, I will let the in house nurse help with that."
"No!" Mansa shouted awkwardly drawing the attention of both Asamoah and Jennifer to herself, still standing like a helpless child being pressed by pee. She gnashed her teeth in the shadows as she questioned psychologically "Why won't they let me be!? I mean I will handle it personally girlfriend." She said with a weird facial. She wanted out of there and she wanted it that instant but as fate would have it; not Mansa's way but it way and as the infamous wise saying goes .. "Talk of the devil and he shall appear." The in house nurse stepped right through with a tray of refreshments for them. Mansa's face got drained of blood immediately followed by her body becoming weak. "I must be the only person in the entire world with the worst of luck." She concluded.
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