I just wanted to say I will not be continuing Those Little Things. I am so sorry I have to do this but__

Psychhhh!!!! Na lie oo!!😂
For wia!!!! I'm not giving up on this book lai lai!! We die here oo abeg!! Sorry, I just felt like playing together. No vex ehh❤️

                                          ~GIWA~

I watched behind him as he got to the door of the class.

So, wait, he was really leaving??

"Ivandor!" I heard myself shouting immediately.

He stopped adruptly at the door. He turned around to face me again thereafter. The expression on his face was hopeless.

"Wait oo," I scanned the guy profusely. "So, just like that, after everything, this how you want to just end our chapter?!"

That hopeless looking expression on Ivandor's face contorted to a slightly peeved look, as his eyes narrowed at me.

He further tilted his head slightly to his right like he was trying to understand me right now.

"What's that supposed to mean?" his reply came.

"Don't act clueless. You'll only infuriate me even more." I retorted, with a stern unfazed look on my face.

Ivandor gave a short sigh and sort of ran his hands through his hair. Was it frustration? I couldn't tell.

"Giwa. It's not like that, I promise." he said.

Oh, so he did know what this was about after all.

"Then, what is it like?!" I found myself shouting at him.

He couldn't say anything. His mouth opened a few times to speak, but shut almost after. It seemed like he was looking for a way to put whatever he wanted to say in words, but it wasn't working. Once again, that look of hopelessness that was formerly on his face found it's way back.

Ofcourse, he couldn't say anything. I mean, what could he possibly say right now to justify himself?

"I texted you, Ivandor. Literally, everyday." I reminded him.

"I know, I-"

"You barely ever texted back." I cut in, finishing my statement with that look of disdain prominent on my face.

"Giwa_,"

"I tried and tried to contact you the entire holiday and you made it soo difficult! Do you know how worried I was about you the whole time. I was going out of my freaking mind thinking something really terrible had happened to you and no matter how much I tried to reach you, it was almost impossible! You completely just shut me out and you did it so easily. You made me so scared of even coming to your house, because a part of me felt you were doing all these things to block me out of your life!" 

"Giwa, that's not_,"

" And you made it even clearer to me that you were only trying to avoid me when you just suddenly changed your number out of the blues. You wanted me to stop calling you? Really? Is that what that was for!?"

"Giwa. Please_,"

"And then you show up in school after being absent the ENTIRE week, and don't even feel the need to let me know! As per, you're not even bothered at all, or in any way, even the least bit enthusiastic to see me after how many months and you expect me to not think you want to get rid of me?!"

Woah! I was shouting.

I was really really shouting. I didn't expect myself to blow up like that. My anger shocks me sometimes.

Ivandor just stood there, looking quite shocked at my outburst. After a while, he got back his composure.  Well, to an extent, he did. I could still see that look of empathy in his eyes. Guilt, maybe? He was feeling guilty.

"Giwa. I'm sorry," he said to me. His voice was softer than usual. Almost  like a child that was being scolded by a parent.

I ignored him. Ofcourse, his apology melted my heart for a moment. But I still ignored him. I looked away from him that moment, and set my eyes on the blue - coloured walls of my classroom, by my left.

Through the corner of my eyes, I noticed him walking towards my seat.

"Giwa," his hands landed on mine as soon as he got to me, but I pulled it away and brought both of my hands to rest on my laps.

"Giwa," he continued thereon, despite the fact I didn't let him touch me. He stood infront of me, so I turmed my face the opposite way so I couldn't have to look at him.

"Giwa, I'm so sorry I made you feel this way. It was never my intention." I heard his voice.

I didn't say anything. I forced myself not to give him any attention.

After all, what I needed right now was an explanation, not an apology.

"Things haven't been easy and I know that's a very dumb excuse," he hinted on the last two words like he definitely knew it was not an excuse at all.

"I promise you, I wanted to reach out to you ao many times_," he couldn't complete that sentence, because I cut him short again

"So what happened?" I asked, suddenly turning to meet him face to face.

He didn't say anything. He looked like he wanted to say something badly, but just couldn't let it out.

"Tell me why." I prompted him. My voice was low as I said that. To be honest, at that point, I was just weak. I couldn't shout again.

"Tell me why you suddenly decided to cut me out of your life, Ivandor." I even added.

He winced like what I just said was a slap on his pretty boy face.

"Stop saying that, please. I would never want to cut you out for any reason whatsoever. You have no idea how it hurts hearing you talk like that." He said to me.

"Well, I'm hurt too, Ivandor. And I think I deserve an explanation. Tell me what happened. I want to know what happened to you during the holiday that kept you away from me!" I nearly snapped.

I noticed how his once soft face, hardened as he looked away from me. Was it because of what I asked?

"I asked you to tell me, Ivandor. Now, speak!" I used a voice of authority on him for the first time ever.

However, it seemed like Ivandor wasn't used to being bossed around often. Because my tone seemed to set him off a bit. I noticed his jawbone clench. Once. Twice.

Or was it really me?

Or, was there something else going on there, in his mind?

"Ivandor, I said speak!" I repeated.

He still didn't. I noticed his eyes getting darker, almost like an unwanted thought was piling up in his mind.

I still didn't care.

"Speak!"

I noticed his fists clench and unclench. His muscles tensed and relaxed. And - did he just grit his teeth like a maniac?

He definitely had something going on in his mind. It was clear enough. And God knows, I was hell bent on finding out what it was!

"For Christ sake, SPEAK!" I had to scream.

Next thing, Ivandor's fists came slamming with brutal force on my desk, making me shudder and he let out a groan that scared the life out of me!

Was this guy a fucking animal?! Like a wolf or something!

"Must you know everything, Giwa!!" He literally shouted in extreme anger.

He shouted.

Ivandor shouted.

I want to understand and process this thing well.

Who did he shout at? Me?

I was frozen in shock.

Abi, you people also saw what just happened?

There was a long silence, as I stayed in shock, watching him trying to die of the fume he was expelling some seconds ago.

I watched him calm himself down.

I kept watching him, right until he was finished.

"Giwa, I'm sorry, I_," he said, immediately regretting what he just did.

I can't count how many times he had ran his hands through his hair already, frustrated and regretful of his own outbursts, slurring curses at himself over and over.

"M-must I know everything, Ivandor?" I asked him. Through my tone, it was clear I felt insulted.

He seemed a lot calmer now, and even remorseful. You know what? I didn't care.

Infact, at that point, I started to zip up my back pack that was on the seat next to me. My ultimate aim was to leave this class. I had had enough.

"Giwa, I didn't mean it like that," Ivandor tried explaining, as he watched me pack my stuff up.

"And then, on top of that, you now want to beat me join," I added, completely ignoring the last thing he said as I stood up and hung my backpack over my shoulders.

"I would never do that." I heard his voice, and immediately, I stopped his hands as they tried to touch me.

I was leaving the class and he wasn't stopping me.

"All I wanted was to understand why you suddenly cut me off, but it's clear to me now that  I'm only bothering you by doing that. The last thing I want is to become a pest in someone's life." I told him.

"Giwa_,"

"Infact why does it even matter, anyways?" I cut in immediately.

"Why does it even matter to me if you tell me or not? Why does it even matter at all if you want to cut me off? It's not like we were even ever official to begin with." I told him straight up to his face.

That statement hit him with the force of a bulldozer. I could see it in his eyes. He looked shattered. Utterly destroyed.

But what could he say in opposition. What I said was not a lie. Was it?

"And don't worry, I won't ever ask you about anything again. I won't ever have to call or text for any reason whatsoever. I won't disturb you ever again. That's a promise, Ivandor."

That was the last thing I said before I walked out on him, and out of the class.

                                    ~IVANDOR~

I think I'm this close to having a mental breakdown. I just know it. Little by little, I'm losing my mind.

Just when I thought things weren't going to get any worse for me, it did.

As I sat down there in the passengers seat that afternoon, coming back from school, I couldn't stop thinking about what Giwa said to me.

It just kept replaying in my head over and over again. The entire drive back home, I couldn't think straight.

I was losing that girl slowly, and it making me go insane. For the first time ever, I had looked at her and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I couldn't tell if she meant what she said, or not. Maybe because I desperately tried to believe she didn't mean it, even if all elses' made it clear that she did.

I was losing my mind. What she said messed my brain up. Badly.

When I looked to the black gates of my father's house, my stomach churned.

My father was in jail for drug trafficking.

My mother was a crying mess.

Krisdana had been unusually quiet.

Fortunately though, Sharon was recovering and she was back home. I guess there's always something to be grateful about, right?

The first person I went to see when I entered my pin - drop silent home was my little sister.

She was fast asleep already, and I didn't want to wake her up, so I dropped the nylon filled with snacks that I got for her from school, by her bedside.

She missed school today. And so did Krisdana.

Getting to my room, I sat there on my bed quietly and pressed my palm to my face.

Lord, my head hurt like crazy! I needed a break.

"Ivan, are you hungry?"

I looked up, diverting my gaze to the door of my room where I saw my mum standing. She had her arms folded and a bothered look rested on her face.

I looked away from her.

These days, I didn't like seeing her much. Everytime I did, only one thing kept replaying in my head. Tiger.

I scuffed. "Tiger"

"Did you say something?" She asked me, obviously hearing my slip up.

I shook my head immediately to say no.

"I'm not hungry, mum. Don't worry," I finally told her.

"You're still angry at me, aren't you?" her voice came immediately.

"I'm not angry, mum." I replied.

To be honest, I wasn't. I don't know what I was feeling, but anger wasn't exactly it.

"Then, why don't you eat these days? And where you always leave the house to go all the time? And why the hell is your number suddenly unreachable!"

I knew she didn't mean to yell, but with the way things have been going for us in this family, it's been a ruffle controlling our emotions.

I, for one, I didn't even understand where and how these out-of-control anger outbursts I had been having that was making me punch walls and slam desks, was even coming from.

"I broke my phone." I told her, answering only the last question she asked.

Ofcourse, eating wasn't something on my mind these days, and leaving this house was good for my mental health. Sometimes, I just needed air to breathe.

"You broke your phone?" Mum's voice cut into my thinking.

"My line had been having issues. I got frustrated. I threw the phone on the wall." I elaborated so plainly.

"Ivan, why would you - why would you do that?" She asked me. I could feel the shock in her voice.

I didn't say anything.

Stupid anger outbursts. I didn't even understand what was happening to me anymore. She obviously couldn't too.

"Why didn't you tell me you broke your phone?" She eventually asked.

"I forgot." was my calm and unbothered reply.

"You forgot??" She repeated sharply, and even if I wasn't looking at her, I could sense the shock in her voice once again.

I said absolutely nothing. Once again.

"Ivandor, this isn't you." My mother concluded that instant.

"Well, mum, you've changed too!" I retorted, shocking myself with the harshness of my voice.

When I didn't hear her own voice replying, I continued.

"How do you expect me to adjust to the fact that my mother_," I trailed off there. I couldn't see myself completing that statement. Chills started to run down my spine as I thought about it. As I thought about my mum. The tiger.

"You think I wanted to do it!?" My mum retorted immediately.

"Do you even have an idea how bad things were getting. Do you know the kind of debts your dad got himself into? Do you even know the kind of dangerous people involved? Do you even know that if I didn't do what I did, you and your sister would probably not even be alive right now?!!" She screamed at me.

I turned sharply to her.

"What are you talking about?" I said.

Mum sighed. A sigh like she was saying to herself 'I've said too much'.

She stepped further into my room, closing the door gently behind her and walking closer towards me.

"Ivandor." She was close enough to me now.

"Your dad made a lot of mistakes. A lot."  She said.

"Tell me something I don't know." I told her.

"As a matter of fact, I will." She said.

Well then, I'm listening.

"Your dad has tried to fix his mistakes." She said.

"By telling you to sleep with other men? Yeah, he did an amazing job, didn't he?" I scuffed.

"I did that on my own accord." She said immediately, almost sounding defensive.

Placing a hand on her forehead like she was ashamed, she continued;
"I know it was stupid, but my hands were tied. I had to find other sources to help your dad out of those debts, because he was struggling badly. We had one too many death threats. They even threatened to take you and Sharon away. I had to do something. Your father originally didn't even know anything about it, and when he did find out, he couldn't stop me. No matter how much it hurt him to see me working for his mistakes in the most abominable manner possible, he couldn't do anything about it. He did not have a choice. We did it to protect you and your sister. Your dad went out of his way to protect you two."

"That doesn't make any sense!" I almost shouted.

"I don't see him trying, Mum! I don't see him doing anything to make all these better. If he was really serious, he would have sold his cars or something, I don't know. He's not doing anything!"

"Believe me, your dad has given up more than you can imagine to get himself out of this. He has sacrificed a lot of things he owns, and for those cars? He can't sell those yet, because he used it as collateral for his huge bank loans. Very soon, you won't even be seeing them here anymore." Mum explained to me.

I stayed quiet. I didn't know what to say. Wasn't sure I could even adjust my mindset to see how this whole thing was okay to them.

"We've been through so much in this family." My mum lamented, her voice breaking as she said this. "So much."

I looked at her and I instantly felt so horrible for her. She looked so tired. So stressed and worn out. She had more wrinkles. Her eye bags were so prominent. The dark circles under the eyes were clear and easy to see. Even her lips looked dryer and chapped, like she was pale.

I hugged her. She needed a hug. She had been through so much, and had pushed herself past her limits to keep this family.

Dad had put us through so much in this family. So much. Even if truly, he was trying to fix himself, I just couldn't look at him the same way ever again. I just couldn't.

Still, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't hate him. He's still my father after all. I wished somehow he didn't have to make the mistakes he made. I wished somehow he didn't have to end up going to jail.

That same night, I had a very long talk with Krisdana. I talked to her about everything, including Giwa.

I adviced her to start coming to school for her future's sake, and she agreed.

"I texted Yure." She had told me. "..and I told him I wanted to talk to him tommorow. I think I'm ready to have that conversation with him."

I was happy hearing her say that. She really needed a closure.

"And I think you should also talk to Giwa too." She told me.

I knew I had to. I just silently hoped she would let me explain. I hoped she didn't hate me already. I needed her the most right now.

"If you talked to her, she would understand." Krisdana said to me. I hoped it was true.

"I mean, to be honest with you, when you and Giwa first started, I wasn't really a fan of the whole bond, but I've seen how much you really care about her, and I don't have a choice than to support you. I'll be there every step of the way. We're going to get Giwa back, okay?" Krisdana assured me.

I smiled softly.

"Same thing goes to you, Couz. Let me know how your confrontation with Yure goes tommorow." I told her.

And for the first time since shit went down, Krisdana actually smiled.

Yooooooooooo!!😂✌️
We're finished here. Guy, I have been writing this chapter for days nowwwww!! I had just not been feeling too enthusiastic about anything lately, I don't know why. But what brought back the fire was you guys constant messages, asking me to update and the compliments on my message board. Y'all are the best abeggg!! 🤧❤️

Andddddd..

What do you guys think about what happened between Giwa and Ivandor?? I want to hear your thoughts and theories!!

What do you think about Ivandor's family? Stress really does have a toll on people's mental health. I get irritable too under stress🤧😪Anyways Sha, I want to hear your theories!!

How do you think the confrontation with Yure is going to go?😂😂(I don't know why I'm laughing)

How was this chapter in all??? I didn't put my all into it, but abi I try small?😂✌️