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“Chuka Nwobi, you’re not understanding what I’m saying.” Zara’s voice burst
through his phone’s speaker. The device lay on the table, screen on, her contact saved
as My Love with multiple heart emoji.
She was his one true love. But sometimes love is messy, stubborn, and painfully loud,
and today it played out in full color.
“Babe, you’re being unnecessarily stubborn. I told you we’d only use that next year. I
don’t want us buying that car now, it’ll come in handy next year,” he said, rubbing his
forehead.
“I don’t get why you don’t see my need for it…”
“We already have what, ten cars in the garage?”
“But not this model. You know I’ve got a thing for cars. Just let me have this one and
I promise….”
