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CHAPTER TWO

Author: EmyšŸ’‹
last update Last Updated: 2023-01-04 13:23:30

*****

I return home very early than usual, a little exhausted and famished and at the same time, too lazy to prepare anything. I take out my android phone, click it on and scroll to check if I missed any calls or text but, to my shock, nothing, not even from him, my boyfriend, Chidi. I sigh and drop the phone angrily on the couch.

I met Chidi through my friend/neighborā€™s boyfriend. They were kind enough to hook me up with him and since then, weā€™ve been dating for like a year now.

I hear a light knock on my door and I rush to it with high expectations

ā€œOh, itā€™s youā€ I sigh disappointed seeing Omoh. Remember that friend/neighbor who in agreement with her boyfriend, hooked me up with Chidi? Yes, this is her. My neighbor who happens to be my only close friend since I moved to this neighborhood.

Omoh is a beautiful, tall, fair and slim lady who just finished her national youth service. Her dad is a Naval Officer and most of the Sundays, when she goes to Navy town to greet her parent, she takes me along. She is a nice, jovial lady who happens to be crazy about Uche, her boyfriend.

ā€œWere you expecting someone else?ā€ she asks, walking into the living room and jumping on the couch like she own the building.

I roll my eyes at her, lock my door and sit on the other end of the couch ā€œNot really.ā€ I lie. Of course I was expecting someone else.

ā€œWhat! he still hasnā€™t return your calls or text messages?ā€ she rules out my failed lie and ask.

ā€œNo.ā€ I exhale.

ā€œI told Uche about it and he promised to speak with him,ā€ she says and at this point I feel like a pathetic, hopeless romantic.

ā€œIs Uche back?ā€ I ask. Itā€™s over a month since Uche traveled overseas on business. As a public relation officer for a multinational company, he can afford to travel as he please.

ā€œNot yet. Heā€™s arriving tomorrow.ā€

ā€œI feel pitiful,ā€ I nag, collapsing on the couch, resting my head on the backrest of the seat.

ā€œYou are not pitiful,ā€ Omoh attempts to lift me from my depress state ā€œTake,ā€ she hands my phone back to me ā€œTry calling him again.ā€

I reluctantly collect the phone from her, contemplating if to call or not. Finally, I dial his number and place the phone on my left ear.

Thank God he picked, I guess maybe Uche has spoken to him. But why does he need to be spoken to before picking my call? I smiled, regardless, fighting that negative thought.

ā€œHello,ā€ I said watching Omoh adjust herself on the couch and giving me that ā€˜I told you soā€™ look.

ā€œHello, babyā€ he replies in his typical Igbo accent. I grew up in the village and I donā€™t have that typical Akwa-Ibom accent. If not for my name, people would still be guessing my tribe.

ā€œHi, I havenā€™t heard from you so, i decided to call hoping that you will pick my call and you did.ā€ I relax my back and listen.

ā€œIā€™m sorry baby, work has been very demanding.ā€ He complains. Haven't I heard this before?

ā€œWorking in a Bank is never easy, I understand. Well I call called to confirm if diner at your parentā€™s house this weekend is still happening?ā€ I ask, looking at Omoh who hasnā€™t taken her eyes off me since I placed the call.

ā€œSee eh, baby. Ok, can you come to the that em Ricardo bar close to the bank by 12pm tomorrow?ā€

ā€œHope no problem?ā€ I ask curious.

ā€œNo baby.ā€

ā€œOk, I will come. Take care.ā€ I quickly end the call.

ā€œWhat is it?ā€ Omoh ask immediately, concern by the look on my face. I refuse to respond to her at first while I process what might be happening but stubbornly, Omoh shakes my shoulder hard enough to break my trance.

I behold her pupil dilate as shimmer of light dance through. Killing her eagerness, I say ā€œHe avoids my call and now, he wants me to meet him at Ricardo Bar tomorrow at 12pm.ā€ The words rolls out from my lips in absurdity leaving me perplex, obviously, thatā€™s because I am, truly.

ā€œHmm.ā€ She airs out but says nothing. A sign that confirms my state of mind.

ā€œI know right,ā€ I lend my gaze from her discontent face and stare at nothing trying to find meaning to the whole situation then, my gaze fell on a spider making it way into my living room through the window.

ā€œYou have to go; maybe he wants to go over some plans with you. You are meeting his parents, itā€™s something you have to prepare for.ā€ She says finally, twisting the situation to my favor.

ā€œYou are right.ā€ Thinking about it, Chidi must be taking this relationship very seriously that I thought. ā€œI just hope Iā€™m good enough for his parent.ā€ I say in deep concern, as I worry about the same limits I had in my previous relationship, repeating itself over again.

ā€œEno,ā€ Omoh calls out my name, dragging me back to reality ā€œYou are beautiful, hardworking, fun to be with and very industrious. His parent will kill to have you as their daughter in-law.ā€ ok, now. Isn't she just patronizing me?

ā€œThatā€™s flattering.ā€ I chuckle, yet, I want so bad to believe her words

ā€œIā€™m not saying this to flatter you, I mean it. As your friend, only friend, I canā€™t lie about that. You have made head spin whenever we go out, you act free and young always, I envy that about you.ā€ her serious face now greeks me out.

I project a simple smile ā€œThank you.ā€ I reply. A quick change of topic will help balance me out ā€œHowfa, wattin you arrange abeg?ā€ I demand immediately unable to bear the excruciating hunger I feel from the pit of my stomach.

ā€œNa rice oo.ā€ She pouts,

ā€œAbeg, abeg make we dey go your houseā€ I stand up instantly from the couch, heading for the door before she even bothers to stand.

ā€œWhen you go do the Afang soup na?ā€ Omoh has been dying to eat my Afang soup again. It is my state's iconic soup and it seems like people just can't get enough of it. Well, most.

ā€œMadam, when you do the Starch and Banga soup wey you talk.ā€ I reply with no hesitation

She scrunch her nose at me ā€œAh, UP NEPA oh!ā€ she yells immediately the power restores. An exclamation Nigerian make, even unconsciously. Me included. But hearing it from Omoh, who will believe she to be a rich, sophisticated babe.

ā€œAbeg no shout, before dem take am again.ā€ I rebuke her immediately.

ā€œIā€™ve bought that Korean series oo, Goblin.ā€

ā€œAnd what are we waiting for?ā€ I hustle her out of my house, locking my door behind us.

PIDGIN ENGLISH

Howfa, wattin you arrange abeg?- - - - what did you cook, please?

Abeg, abeg make we dey go your house- - - please, please, letā€™s go to your house

When you go do the Afang soup na?- - - when will you prepare the Afang soup?

wey you talk- - - - - - that you promised

Up nepa- - - - - - the power has been restored

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