LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

ATTRACTION.

Mansa's POV:

Oh! No,no,no,no,no! Everything is f*****g working against me. All I really want to do right now is to just get away and get my head straight but to no avail. It seems as if a hex is at work over me and I can't outdo it. What do I do? what do I do? "she pondered a solution to her escape to no fruitfulness than to just walk out with an excuse; for she could not cope with the unstable emotions rampaging her system.

She runs out of the parlor without looking back. Anxious Asamoah looked at Jennifer, who gave him the 'Go-ahead look. With all the awareness she had about their estranged relationship, she was not going to be an impediment the amendment of such a beautiful but broken alliance. He didn't waste a breather before going in pursuit of her. He went through door after door, looked through all the rooms in search of her and finally found her before long in the room allocated to her; with her back towards the door breathing heavily as if she had seen a ghost and just escaped it.

"Mansa! Are you ok?" he asked. She wheels around rapidly with a surprised feature asking.. "What are you doing here?"

"What?" Asamoah throws back, taken by her question.

"I mean how did you find me?" She restricted her sentence.

"Well! I combed through the doors before this particular one, one at a time and there was no sign of you yet I refused to give in until I tried this one then luckily there you stood ever spellbindingly beautiful. That by the sides, you didn't answer my question and from the way you took off from the parlor; assume you not doing well. So I asked to see you. hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all. Withal, I would have appreciated my opinion considered on that decision. Anyways the deed is already done." She said fidgeting with a portion of her dress uncomfortably in her hand then one again turning her back. "I wouldn't have left in the first place if I wanted to be found! Talk less of by you." She thought to herself with agitation. Whereas, Asamoah begins to move towards her slowly steadily. His defenses always faded away in close proximity to her. He'd managed to stay out of her way all the while but given the ambiance presenting itself which was not all that perfect yet resourceful somewhat, his feet acted on their own with the buttress of his sensory organ of smell propelling him to the right direction attraction. He yearned for full closure between them unconsciously. He was a vegetable at that moment.