LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

DARK AND LIGHT.

With a pretentious remorseful feature and a bowed head, she replied

"Of course I did! yet came to a dead end. Nevertheless, you are mystical yourself sometimes; the best I could do was to scourge myself of the unsavory embodiment I had become in your life. 'Your bad omen."

"Bad omen is too strong of a name to take up i must caution. Anyways, how is that going for you?" Jenn asked bemused considering her flaw moments ahead.

"Ha?"

"Your scourge?"

Upholding her lie " Eeerhm! Not too well, I must say but" .... Jenn cut her off before she could finish. A disheveled mansa's Breath was caught in her throat not knowing what to expect next.

"Truth is instead of looking at the sin you committed? I weighed the outcome then realized, the favor it did me rather. The help it rendered outdid the harm. If for that incident you feel or phantom I harbored any resentment towards you? you can rest assured I hold no grudges.

The slates are clean and oh! less I forget he is a realtime prince. La fin! .. french for the End! if you were wondering." Jenn makes it abrupt precisely on a low profile.

she wanted to move on past all the drama into beautiful days to come. she knew every now and then something will spring up, fortunately she was well equipped for it or either learn to cross that bridge when she got to it.

Jen had unconsciously saved mansa a lot load of misery placing herself in a position for future attack. she was saved from exposure to continue her two-faced charade along with her torment of struggling between right and wrong. One could only hope her will was strong enough to enable her choose right over wrong, yet what was destined couldn't be fought.

She swallows painfully the lump that had formed and was also stuck in her oesophagus in relief like a greedy gourmand would forcefully push down more food than they could chew down their gullet, just to have more than another they sharing with. she had not been found out. it would have been a terminal epic fall from grace to ashes the mistake she had nearly made, thus snitching on herself out of wrong judgement.

On second thought, there was also another part of her that felt sorry. The good side didn't know how everything began or how it will end. she had never thought she could come to such a resort.

She was not the same anymore. she was the exact same person that took Jennifer to the party in the first place 1, also introduced her to the guy 2. She didn't have any ulterior motives than to cheer her friend up, which was the intention. So why does it feel as though, she planned this mishap deliberately conflicting the true purpose.

if she was interested, why didn't it manifest? so why now and not then? what changed? Could it be the shift in old soldier's status? That'd make her an opportunist! 'she gasps inwardly' A quality far from her. Besides, her own man was amazing in his own rights; so what in hell's name was happening to her! she swore she could not hurt her friend uninfluenced. Even so, she was human be it a slip or intended it'd pain her if she knew. if she found out about her abominable feelings towards her man, Considering the were like sister's? she's die a torturous death. which she is not deserving of. if she herself felt miserable about the whole circus? how much more her beloved friend. such a betrayal was too disheartening, sincerely uncalled for.

what was she supposed to do then? she had to talk to someone, yes! she needed help. she thought she was losing her mental capability gradually.

Togui, would have been a perfect candidate for this job but what if he told Jen? I mean, she is soon to be his ordained Queen; he would not sell her out but protect her. Considering the manner in which he treated her now it would be a suicidal choice.

A shrink was also not a bad idea but her friend could acquire the information she'd share easily, over there with her influence. if she got to know she was there giving her caring nature which meant game over. she was in a pickle. Before long the dark side surfaced.

Wheew! that was a close call. we almost hit home run with our own destruction. The other side fought to take charge "that would have been right, the best thing that could happen to us. Then this whole strive would have ended." the dark voice was like "no way sis! we have to get what belongs to us." scoffs! the good voice "hahaha! say that again? dream on. Nothing belonged to you in the first place! you only trying so hard to convert forgetting he also loves her dearly; how are you going to get a man head over heels for another .. ha? Tell me! 'roaring' are you going to vilify him too? Be reasonable let's stop this before it causes our doom." the good voice pleaded

"No chance!" the dark voice growled venomously.

Mansa's condition had evolved tremendously in the negative direction. where she heard voices in her thinking cap. she now heard two distinctive voices in her heard, distorted into two personalities not knowing she was anymore. Was she going mad? she contemplated. she would have wanted to opt out of all this if she knew how. she only wanted to be herself, the usual self, the good mansa, the one who didn't have eyes for any other person's possessions. The contented fair in judgement lady thanks to her benefactor ... guess who? Jennifer! The same persona she was backstabbing, for goodness sake! This is bad, awful! to be blunt. she didn't know how all this began. What kind of cruel Karma could this be? Did Jenn wrong her in their previous life?

In the far of land, on the battlefield inside her thinking box, a voice was crashing through blocks to reach her. The voice was coming in the form of echoes, of a tunnel filled with water painfully from a drowning person then slowly became audible. yes! she knew that voice. That soft, sweet, carefree devoid of malign voice reaching out to her. That should be her strength to fight this, but for how long! How long is she going to continue? How long will she be able to hold onto the voice. Out of her head, back to herself, her original senses. She had been stealthily pulled out of the murky darkness. She realizes Jennifer's voice was clear, crystal clear as a matter of fact, like the purest water she ever had. it was not muffled as in her head the while ago neither was it strained.

"Perhaps! That was Jenn's spirit working with her to help her out of her agony. Another good deed on her behalf yet again. How was she ever going to pay her dept to her." she thought

"Now that you know shall we proceed? I don't want the old man coming for us." she says playfully back to her carefree lively self…

"Yeah but darn! Babes, you have had to process a shitload of traumatizing information lately. now I envy your strength. (there was truth in this statement though.)" she complimented

"Now you know where I had been." said Jenn

"Anyways, that shouldn't be allowed to spoil the fun. Let's finish you up and head out my lady. your ceremony awaits!" she declared

Giggling Jenn turns around for an all-round view in a full-body mirror then asked

"what else are we missing quick! quick! let's do this." in excitement

"Looks like we were already done a while ago. Let me just add a little touch up to your face and then we can step out." responded mansa

"This is so off the charts! I am extremely frisky." she confessed

"Yes it should be fun for you my dear. I must admit this regalia looks awesome with you."

"Does it?" she asked with a little attitude to backed by facial to show she knew.

"In fact, it suits you perfectly! babes. I think we should have a wardrobe do over for you after this." the balanced mansa suggests playfully

"I wouldn't mind at all, my faithful help in servitude." both ladies snicker in amusement.

Somewhere within mansa the seed of jealousy was taking form once again. Her evil side was clawing up in a predaceous Manner. she felt bitter within. Her bright future, with her perfectly white 32 exposed could only veil her frown from her friend. Notwithstanding, the bitter bile taste rising from her stomach. She wondered why she was so unlucky . she wondered why it was not a her rather always her friend with the good Fortune. why it was not her with old soldier? Jennifer had everything from the word go! and as the days go by she only got more fortunate. how about her? she remained at the exact same spot! A second fiddle. Even that place was not guaranteed. Before her seething resentment reached an uncontrollable range to her exposure, she gave herself a thick inner slap back to all the good qualities of Jennifer. she felt disgusted for thinking all the nonsense, However, she could not forget the fact that this was not the first nor the second time or the third time neither was it going to be the last time she felt this way about Jennifer. instantly, she felt this gripping chill swim from the back of her neck down her spine.

she would awake in time to nip herself in the bud not to go overboard was the assurance she gave herself. what if she woke later than sooner and ended up hurting her instead? she remembered she swore the last time it happened it will not! yet here she was on the same path. No matter what she did she wound up right back to where she would rather not be. she gathered herself whiles chanting repetitively in her mind 'Jennifer is a wonderful person' like a soothing mantra. Before long she gained her composure back; then cheerily seeked.

"Shall we? My Mama Ga!↔️ Queen mother!" mansa bows jovially ready to wheel Jennifer out.

"definitely yes! Jennifer responded with a broad simper, whiles she sat in her wheelchair. Mansa took her outside to her front yard where Togui was waiting for them with a paste of ehee the traditional white earth clay chalk. This paste would be used to make traditional symbols patterns on the upper part of her body as well as her calf down to her ankle. The area spread across her chest to her back, neck and arm down to her hands. Before he applied the best he could not relent in complimenting her sincerely on her looks. She caught his attention the moment she popped out the door way to the front yard in her wheelchair where he stood making him fixated; pausing the preparations he was engulfed in. It was just momentary dressing to bestow on her a tittle predestined. None the less, she rocked it no less than the Queen mother's of time begone. All thanks to the help of Mansa. Her little but effective experience proves it all. He thought there would be adjustments he'd have to make after she came out but surprisingly her friend out did herself. She got it all covered like a professional. Withal, there was something ominous about her. she had a bad energy faintly around her which he could feel was gaining prominence.He sniffed that air around her for awhile then decided, He would try find out what it was before he left. Incase it was harmful to their Mama Ga, he had to get rid of her. He was not taking chances until the time it was the time for her departure from this plain.