Nice story.

@WuraSerano Before I start reading this piece, I need to know, do you have plans of completing the story here or you'll ask us to comete the story on Okada Books?

bigbauer:
@WuraSerano Before I start reading this piece, I need to know, do you have plans of completing the story here or you'll ask us to comete the story on Okada Books?

What a question.
If you are interested, read it anywhere you find it.
If you don't have interest, just leave it!

BigBasher:



What a question.
If you are interested, read it anywhere you find it.
If you don't have interest, just leave it!

Guess you're the Op's PR manager or PA.If you ain't any of the above, I leave you to your fate

Interesting story

Interesting work, baby g. You've got me hooked.

I only have one issue with this work . I'm sorry but I feel there's a lot of big vocabulary. I feel you should use synonyms we are conversant with in some instances. Sometimes, grammar gets boring. There was I time I skipped a paragraph or so in a post. Please, kindly tone it down a bit.


I apologise if you find this offensive. I'm sorry. I am only stating an opinion.


But it's a great story nonetheless.

Keep it up.

millieademi:
Interesting work, baby g. You've got me hooked.

I only have one issue with this work . I'm sorry but I feel there's a lot of big vocabulary. I feel you should use synonyms we are conversant with in some instances. Sometimes, grammar gets boring. There was I time I skipped a paragraph or so in a post. Please, kindly tone it down a bit.


I apologise if you find this offensive. I'm sorry. I am only stating an opinion.


But it's a great story nonetheless.

Keep it up.

Thanks for your interests and comments. The points are noted and will be appropriately addressed.

Nice story.

‘You didn’t fulfill it,’ she interrupted heatedly.

‘Barely five months after you had gone, there wasn’t any communication from you. All my attempts at making a contact met with brick wall. Even the e-mails I sent to you were never replied. I neither had your telephone contact nor have any other means of contacting you. I didn’t know how to contact you, but you certainly knew how you could get in touch. You failed to make any contact. I asked your friends and relatives, but their answers were blank.

‘I waited for years. Solid years of apprehension and anxiety. It was like living the life of a nun. Well, all that is now history. Forget your pet dream about me. I’m now happily married.’

She showed him the wedding ring on her finger to drive home her point. He ought to have seen it, but in case he had not, here it was. His eyes only flickered to it and he shook his head. She didn’t know what that gesture meant.

‘Yeni, I’ve come to fulfil my promises.’

‘Too late.’ She was cold and rather brusque. ‘It’s too late. I’m happily married.’

Biyi looked like he could not really understand the import of what she was saying. ‘Divorce him,’ he blurted out. ‘Divorce him. Tell him your real husband – your real love – has come to take you away.’

‘Are you serious?’ Again, she felt like laughing. He made it sound so simple as if he was instructing her to listen to R & B music. No way. ‘Biyi, you have to be realistic. I’ve been married for about two years now and I must confess that my husband and I love each other. So, you need to be realistic.’

‘It can’t be,’ he spluttered. ‘You can’t be in love with him, or any man, for god’s sake.’ His tone was caustic.

Now, she was getting exasperated. ‘That’s one fact you have to live with.’

‘Princess, I promised you love and unaffected affection. I promised to love you forever. I still stand by my promises and I’m here to manifest them. You always professed your love for me, too, and I believed you. I still do, so I don’t believe you’re in love with any other man.’

Now, he sounded like a desperate lover.

‘Listen, Biyi, why’re you complicating issues? I was in love with you, but it didn’t work out. Let’s leave this love thing behind us. It’s gone and we have to face the new reality. That reality is the fact that I’m married. Go ahead and find yourself a new babe. I understand South African ladies are very beautiful.’

‘No one can replace the love I have for you,’ he stated. His voice rose slightly ‘I love you and I’m not going to lose you.’

‘Lower your voice,’ she chided him.

A couple by a table not far from theirs had paused in their conversation and was staring at them.

Biyi glared around and continued, but this time in a controlled voice. ‘Yeni, I’m sorry for the long loss of communication. Why can’t you forgive me?’

‘I have forgiven you. What is gone is gone, that’s the fact. You must also face the fact that I’m the wife of someone else, now.’

‘You mean you don’t want me again?’

She became impatient and annoyed. ‘What’s gone over you, for God’s sake? Can’t you face a very simple fact?’

He became silent, brooding. Yeni was thoughtful too. Her mind went over his asinine suggestion: divorce him. What a crazy thing to contemplate! He must be crazy to think that she would now jump to her feet, hug him and be so overly joyful over his proposal.

‘So, how are things in South Africa?’ she asked, just for the sake of saying something. The silence had become unnerving.

He grinned. ‘The place is cool. You need to see our little home in S.A. You’ll love it.’

‘When are you going back?’

‘You mean when are we going back? It all depends on you. A couple of weeks should be enough to arrange everything and be ready. What d’you think?’

She felt dizzy. Something struck her mind and she stood up. ‘I wish you the best of luck during your stay.’

He hurriedly stood up too. ‘Where’re you going, Princess?’

‘Home.’ Her answer was tart. ‘Goodbye, Biyi.’

‘Hey, not so fast. We’re still talking.’

She was now totally repulsed by his presence and the only thing she needed now was to get away.

She snatched her hand from his and hurried out of the bar. She didn’t look back to see that he remained on the same spot, mouth ajar, looking stunned by her behavior and the abruptness. She didn’t want to see him again.

Still flustered, she swiftly opened the door of her car and gunned it out of the premises. She checked the rear mirror to see if she was being followed. She had read a lot about being followed, trailed or stalked.

Now, it was ironic that she found herself in a situation where one of these was happening to her. Life was whimsical, wasn’t it?

In her amateurish mind, she decided that no suspicious motorist or vehicle was trailing her. Was she very harsh on him? Was she very unfeeling, or had she acted the right way by being frank with him?

Her mind weighed his words and her responses. She justified her actions. She was right in treating him the way she had done.

For God’s sake, he was as crazy as his proposition. He must be batty to think that he would jump at his offer. She didn’t drive home straight.

She had some shopping to do. Besides, her very good friend, Nike would be celebrating her birthday the following week and Yeni would like to buy a little, nice and befitting present for her.

It didn’t take her long to complete her shopping and she soon driving home. She hoped she had got rid of Biyi for good. But she was wrong. Her phone rang and he was the one on the line.

‘Why did you walk out on me?’ he demanded, sounding angry.

‘What is it you want?’ she parried, matching his tone.

‘That was silly of you,’ he pointed out. ‘Very silly. A man has come all the way from S.A to look for you and all you do is treat the guy as if he’s nothing but shit?’

‘Listen, Biyi. If all this is a kind of joke, stop it.’

‘Who the hell is joking?’ the anger was still in his tone. You darned think I’ll travel covering thousands of kilometers to crack some silly jokes? Hell, you’ve got another thinking coming.’

‘Why’re you so unreasonable? Can’t you understand a simple fact?’

‘To hell with that fact. You’re mine, and that’s the fact.’

He must be sick, she thought. Biyi must be crazy.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t want your proposition again. I don’t want you again. Find yourself another woman. There are many beautiful – even more beautiful – ladies out there. Don’t ever call my line again. Goodbye.’

She disconnected the line, brimming with anger. She switched off the phone. If he persisted in his disturbance, then she would have to stop using that very sim card for now.

It seemed it was a particular line he had been calling. That line would have to be suspended for now.

But how would she explain that to her husband? That line was the one she used most. Well, no problem. It was time she told Jide everything about Biyi.


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Biyi should just let go na

I want more, I want more I want more. Please.

The past always come back to hurts if not properly taking care of.

Nice story.

‘Why’re you so unreasonable? Can’t you understand a simple fact?’

‘To hell with that fact. You’re mine, and that’s the fact.’

He must be sick, she thought. Biyi must be crazy.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t want your proposition again. I don’t want you again. Find yourself another woman. There are many beautiful – even more beautiful – ladies out there. Don’t ever call my line again. Goodbye.’

She disconnected the line, brimming with anger. She switched off the phone. If he persisted in his disturbance, then she would have to stop using that very sim card for now. It seemed it was a particular line he had been calling. That line would have to be suspended for now.

But how would she explain that to her husband? That line was the one she used most. Well, no problem. It was time she told Jide everything about Biyi.


* * *


Jide had been busy all morning. He had been attending one boardroom meeting or the other. Apart from the cups of coffee and some snacks he had taken, he had not eaten decent meal since morning.

By twelve noon, there was a respite. He returned to his office to take sandwich. As soon as he had finished the meal, Amanda came to give him some messages.

‘You look tired,’ she commented, sizing him all over, a warm smile on her face. Her boss tried a wan smile and whistled softly to himself as if that was him own way of assuring himself that all was well.

He rested for some minutes before going to another session of meeting. This time, it was with the ebullient Corporate Affairs Manager of the company.

It took a whole hour before it was all over and Jide was glad when he finally stumbled out of the office of the well-built and over bearing manager.

Amanda welcomed him back with another smile.

‘You always look so pathetically tired at the end of meetings,’ she said.

‘It’s such a pain in the ass,’ he dismissed. ‘It would have been okay but sometimes you have to drag over an issue for such a long time you’ll start thinking your whole life depends on it. That’s when it becomes a pain in the ass.’

‘Don’t look at it that way. I think it’s fun.’

‘It’s alright for you to say that, after all, you’re not the one who is really involved in the grilling, tedious hours.’

‘Yes, sir,’ she answered sarcastically.

For the remaining part of the day, he had an easy day. At six p.m., he was ready to leave the office.
‘What’s the plan for today?’

‘It depends on the plans you have.’ She threw the challenge back at him.

‘I have some good plans,’ he spluttered and drew her to himself in a very suggestive way.

She giggled. ‘Well, we’re still in the office.’

‘The hell with the office.’ He threw decorum to the wind as he grabbed her and planted kisses on her waiting lips. Her responses showed she was expectant about that move all along.

‘What about some drinks in the joint?’ he asked, still short of breath.

‘I’ll love that.’

‘So, what’re we here waiting for?’

He grabbed his jacket while Amanda helped with his briefcase. Today again, he preferred going home in his own car rather than the official one.

It was the normal route except, this time around, he descended the Third Mainland Bridge to get to Yaba. Their destination was a popular and cozy pepper soup joint off Herbert Macaulay Way.

The place wasn’t brimming with customers yet, but would soon be. Jide ordered for plates of cow meat pepper soup and a bottle of beer for himself. Amanda would settle for the pepper soup and drinks of malt. She wasn’t the alcoholic type, she had insisted, when told to check out a small bottle of Guinness.

They chatted idly while they savored their delicacy and drinks. Their conversation was warm, personal and revealing. The formality of office had long been discarded and anybody who saw them would be quick to come to the conclusion that they were lovers of some passionate repute.

Some few minutes to eight p.m., they left the place in contentment. Jide drove from Herbert Macaulay Way to join Ikorodu Road. He drifted with the traffic until they got to Maryland. They had another elaborate plan for each other and nobody was going to stop them.

Jide drove straight to the building that housed her mini flat.

‘This is the kind of relaxation I mean when I told you to take things easy; to take time off the stress of working.’

He laughed easily. ‘You have a good point, dear. I only hope I won’t break my back in this kind of relaxation.’

She smiled. ‘You don’t worry. Don’t worry, you just relax. You’ll see that you’ll feel refreshed thereafter.’

There was no need to engage in idle chats again. Like a couple craving for the act, they had each other until he got tired.

‘You’re a great lover,’ she commented later.

‘Thanks for the compliment. You’re good too.’
‘Really?’ Her smile was coquettish, but he had had enough for a day. He smiled too and put on his cloths.

‘You’re not going right away, are you?’ she dared.

‘I thought you’ve lost out of steam.’

‘Talk about self-defense. Aren’t you the one fleeing?’

He started lacing his shoes. ‘I’m not fleeing.’

‘Oh, but you’re in a hurry to leave.’

‘I’m not.’ His tone wasn’t convincing, but conviction or not, he realized his going had been stalled. She held him, still naked, and bared those body organs he could not resist.

They went on another trip of fantasy-like. The second time he was putting on his clothes, there was enough satisfaction not to stop his going.
It was several minutes past nine when he got home.

Yeni was listening to the local news on the television when he stepped inside the sitting-room. He was later than his normal late normal late time, she pointed out as soon as he had given her the customary kiss.

Jide already had a lie ready. He ran into an old friend who had just come England and who had invited him for a drink at a post hotel, he said glibly.

He went on to change his clothes and to take a shower.

‘I’ve something very important to tell you,’ she began, once he returned to the sitting-room.


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Thanks for the update.

Opening up is better. Thanks for the update

A tale of unfaithful couple

Good story although the man is a 'bad' guy.

I am a reader of your works. Please mention me!

The way things are going ehhnn..
Thanks for the update

Nice article

Wow! This is great, I love the story, so matured. Kudos to you! Keep it up.

One thing with NL stories: the titles are always far more interesting than the content

millieademi:
Interesting work, baby g. You've got me hooked.

I only have one issue with this work . I'm sorry but I feel there's a lot of big vocabulary. I feel you should use synonyms we are conversant with in some instances. Sometimes, grammar gets boring. There was I time I skipped a paragraph or so in a post. Please, kindly tone it down a bit.


I apologise if you find this offensive. I'm sorry. I am only stating an opinion.


But it's a great story nonetheless.

Keep it up.

Now look who we have here, our 'ocean of secret' genius(i dnt know if dat word has a feminine name). I share the same view with u, i do have my dictionary with me when reading this. Kudos OP anyway.

Nice story. So interesting.

Biko don't keep us waiting
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millieademi:
I want more, I want more I want more. Please.

Thanks so much for your interest

airminem:
I am a reader of your works. Please mention me!

Oh thanks so much. You have made my day.

airminem:
I am a reader of your works. Please mention me!

Oh thanks so much. You have made my day.

Mapelblacq:
Now look who we have here, our 'ocean of secret' genius(i dnt know if dat word has a feminine name). I share the same view with u, i do have my dictionary with me when reading this. Kudos OP anyway.

manito20:
Nice story. So interesting.

I am grateful for your comments. Thanks a lot.

Keenly Following

Nice story.