OUTCAST by Gui Mwamba (classic fiction txt) 📕

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Let the love bloom, Guillaume?" Ella said.

   "What love?" I asked.

You knew of me and you being together," Ella responded.

   "You mean the game of love, right?" I asked.

   "Yes, Guillaume!" Excited Ella.

"Wow, so-sorry seniorita, I will rather be a lone wolf than untangle myself into an afflicting and heartache relationship?" I suggested.

  "Guillaume, you still haven't told me why?" Ella added.

"You still want to know why?" I wondered.

Yeah, why? Why, Guillaume?" She annoyed.

"I have no idea, Ella. Besides, why do you need to know why I just don't want to untangle myself in any relationships?" I  recommended.

"Yes, Guillaume, now you are becoming a drama Queen!" Ella yawped. "But I am a drama Queen? what about you? A drama King?" I giggled.

"Me, a drama King? Ha-ha, very funny, Guillaume!" Ella laughed. "Oh, I am funny now? But I thought to be a drama Queen, what had happened to it?

 Why you-? You have changed the subject without my permission all of a sudden!" I snapped. "Yeah, right-!" Ella gulped. 

 "What wrong? Cat got your tongue?" I joked. Nonsense, the cat didn't get my tongue! and who wrote the mark of the beast on my window?" She said.

Following that the pointed her office glass window and I discovered her to say the truth because there were six hundred threescores six on the clean window since that early in the morning.

Now it was nine o'clock in the morning. "You're right Elaina Mileson, there is six-six-six on your window. My goodness, it seems like someone as been chosen to be Lucifer's wife who is going to give him the antichrist for a son. 

"Thank God, for delivering me from your oppression of me getting married to you!" I joked. Wrong, Guillaume, you lied and besides, you still haven't told why you and I can't be together," Ella signed.

"Although, I would like for you to chose me, cousin, she astonishing magnificently vibrating gorgeous." "No, thanks I will pass," I insisted. 

"Well, you want to know why?" I asked. "Yes, Dios mios, Guillermo!" Ella excited. "Um, okay, perfecto now we are speaking Spanish. 

Sorry, Señorita, no hablo Español. Can you please speak in English? Because if speak in French, you may understand some of the worlds in Spanish, but not at all, madame!" I said.

"I am sorry, what?" Ella puzzled. "See what I mean? You're finished, its game over for you!" I answered.

Publication Date: 11-26-2019

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