To be honest, I really hoped things would work out between Kwabena and Araba. They had that quiet chemistry—the kind that doesn’t scream for attention but feels solid from the outside. So when Easter chaos, love, lies, and getaways started unraveling, I couldn’t help but worry. Not for myself, but for my boy. He didn’t deserve this kind of chaos.
If you read Part One, you already know the storm started brewing when Araba took a trip to Ada with her friend Esi. Kwabena stayed back in Accra to work, and from there, the story spiraled—from sketchy social media posts to a voice note that changed everything.
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The Sunday Night Video Call:
Later that Sunday night, around 10:47 p.m., Araba called Kwabena on video. She looked casual, lounging in a hoodie, no makeup, sipping something from a straw. Behind her, a group of girls were laughing, clearly deep into a game of Uno. Esi was one of them.
“Baaabe,” she said in that exaggerated, sing-song tone. “I miss you ooo. Next time you have to come. Ada’s been mad fun.”
Kwabena said he smiled a little, just enough to keep the conversation light. They didn’t talk long. She seemed eager to check in, maybe clear the air without actually saying anything. When the call ended, Kwabena just sat there, still thinking about the voice note Ama had sent—the one describing Araba sneaking into Room 104 with a guy no one really knew.
He barely slept that night.
Monday Morning: Back to Accra
She texted him Monday morning:
“Just got back. Let me nap for a bit, then I’ll come over in the evening. Miss you ❤️”
Kwabena kept things short. No emojis. No energy. Just:
“Cool.”
That Evening – The Calm Before the Chaos
She came over around 6:30 p.m. Wearing a loose tee and biker shorts, no glam, just vibes. The kind of look you wear when you’re trying to appear open and harmless.
They sat on the couch. Kwabena offered her water after a long hug.
They caught up casually—small talk, weekend traffic, how hot Ada was. Then Kwabena, still calm, leaned back and asked:
“So… how was the trip?”.
“Honestly babe, the trip was lit. Friday we got in, turned up and chilled by the pool and then some bonfire in the night. Saturday we had a boat ride, took some pictures, then dinner. by evening i was tired so I didn’t even stay out late—I was in bed by like 10. I just watched Netflix and passed out.”
Kwabena listened. Quiet. No reactions. Just letting her talk.
She continued,
“Esi was the one balling and posting all the time, but I wasn’t really in the mood. I just wanted to relax, you know?”
Confrontation –The Hard hit
He nodded slightly.
“So… you were asleep by 10 on Saturday?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
He leaned in a bit, calm as ever.
“So what about 2:45 a.m.? You walking in the corridor with some guy—Flexx, right? Outside Room 104?”
Her face froze. “What?”
Kwabena repeated it, word for word, no tone, just precision.
She blinked, searching.
“Wait—who told you that?”
He reached for his phone, scrolled a bit, and pressed play. Ama’s voice note filled the room, describing the exact scene: Araba, walking with the guy, pausing outside the room, checking her surroundings, and then entering Room 104.
Damage Control – Araba’s Side of the Story in Easter Chaos, Love, Lies, and Getaways
When the voice note ended, Araba sat still, lips slightly parted.
“I didn’t want to tell you because… I knew it would sound bad,” she said finally. “But honestly, it’s not what it looks like.”
Kwabena didn’t interrupt.
“He just walked me back to my room. That’s it. Nothing happened. I didn’t want to plant wild ideas in your head for no reason.”
Kwabena sighed.
“But you lied. That’s what’s messing with me. You didn’t even think twice about telling me you were asleep.”
He paused, his eyes narrowing just a bit. “It makes me wonder… was this trip planned all along? Did you know this Flex guy before Ada? What else did you lie about?”
Araba sat up straighter.
“I panicked,” she said quickly. “I should’ve told you. I know. I’m sorry.”
She looked down, then back at him. “
Kwabena didn’t say anything right away. He stared at her like he was trying to see something beyond her words.
Then he asked, almost casually,
“Whose room was Room 104?”
She hesitated just a second too long. “Flex’s.”
There it was.
“So,” Kwabena continued, his voice low and even,
“why tell me he was just walking you to your room? Why did you follow him into his?”
Araba’s lips parted like she had a response ready, but nothing came out.
The silence stretched.
She blinked, then stammered,
“I… I didn’t think it mattered. We were just talking. Nothing happened, I swear.”
“But you lied,” Kwabena repeated, softer this time, almost to himself.
“Even when I gave you the chance to come clean. That’s what breaks me.”
She tried to reach for his hand, but he shifted slightly, just enough for the gesture to hang awkwardly in the air between them.
Silence Speaks Louder
She apologized. Once. Then again. Then a third time. She started going on about how she didn’t mean to hurt him, how she was scared he’d overthink it. But Kwabena wasn’t saying much anymore. Just nodding slowly, still looking at her, but like he was looking through her.
And then?
The silence.
Thick. Long. Loud in a way no argument could match.
Eventually, Araba got up. Picked up her phone. Glanced at him once more.
“I should go,” she said softly. “I… I’ll text you when I get home.”
Kwabena didn’t walk her to the door.
He just sat there. Still.
And that… was the end of it.
The Real End of Easter Chaos, Love, Lies, and Getaways
After apologizing several times for a while, Araba decided to go back home as the silence in the room got louder.
Easter Chaos: Love, Lies, and Getaways didn’t just live up to its name—it surpassed it. No shouting, no public disgrace. Just a quiet unraveling of something that once looked so perfect from the outside.
Sometimes, trust doesn’t die in loud arguments.
It dies in lies told with a smile… …and confirmed by someone who wasn’t even looking.
Is this the end for Kwabena and Araba? What would you do if you were Kwabena?
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