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I quickly went through the document. It was an official letter addressed to her. In it, it was stated clearly that she had been transferred from the Abuja office to Lafia in Nasarawa State. What was the bad news there? I sighed. “Can you imagine?” she went on. “The transfer came just like that. To make matter worse, they gave me only a week to report at the new duty post.” I grinned. There was not much to that, was there? “I’m going to miss you,” she said almost sadly. “Honestly, I’m going to miss you.” Now, I got it. I grinned. “Oh, I’m going to miss you too.” Later in my bedroom, I thought about Linda going away. There was no doubt that I would miss her. Another part of my mind said her absence would be good for me. Would that not provide an opportunity for me be a faithful husband to my darling Kike? Should that not be enough for me to expunge the thorn of lustfulness in my flesh? The following Monday, Yetunde called my line again. “I’ve got the job,” she announced. “I’ve actually started it today.” “Oh, congrats,” I said. “Now, that means I’ll be living in Abuja too. Well, it’s not too bad to change location from Lagos, if you ask me.” I had not given much thought to that. Surely, it meant she was now in the ‘neighborhood.’ “Yes, that is what it means. You’re now closer to daddy.” “Yes. I’ll be missing Lagos, though.” I smiled. “Hmn, somehow, we all miss Lagos.” That weekend, Linda left for her new station. Before I left on Friday afternoon for Lagos by flight, she ensured that I gave her a good time. We promised to keep contacting each other on the telephone. “I’ll surely be popping in to Abuja once in a while,” she said. I nodded. “For sure, we’ll still be contacting each other.” By seven in the evening, I was in Lagos. I took an uber cab to my residence at Lawanson. I was surprised Kike had not come home. She worked as a teacher in a private school and I expected her to be home with the baby by now. I gave her a call. “Hello, honey. You’re not yet home?” “Sorry,” she said. “We had a meeting after closing in the school, but we’re through. I’ll soon be at home.” “Okay. How’s my boy? How’s Steve?” There was no way I would call without asking after my boy. “Oh, he’s fine. We’ll soon be home.” “Alright, see you.” I was with my family, as usual, for the weekend. On Monday, I took an early morning flight back to Abuja and resumed duty at the national assembly complex in earnest. There was no definite closing time: sometimes, we could close by four, but sometimes, we worked as late as six p.m. Today, I decided to call it a day about five p.m. I was putting my laptop in its bag when a call came through. It was an unknown number and I wondered who it was. “Hello, Henry.” It was a lady’s voice but I could not immediately pin-point who it was. “Hello.” “Are you still in the office?” now, I knew that it belonged to Yetunde. “Yes, hope no problem.” “No. I'm on my way there. Wait for me.” “Okay.” now, what could Yetunde be up to? Why would she ask me to wait for her, and what could be so important? Download complete story from: https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/heart_of_seduction/30375 |
I quickly went through the document. It was an official letter addressed to her. In it, it was stated clearly that she had been transferred from the Abuja office to Lafia in Nasarawa State. What was the bad news there? I sighed. “Can you imagine?” she went on. “The transfer came just like that. To make matter worse, they gave me only a week to report at the new duty post.” I grinned. There was not much to that, was there? “I’m going to miss you,” she said almost sadly. “Honestly, I’m going to miss you.” Now, I got it. I grinned. “Oh, I’m going to miss you too.” Later in my bedroom, I thought about Linda going away. There was no doubt that I would miss her. Another part of my mind said her absence would be good for me. Would that not provide an opportunity for me be a faithful husband to my darling Kike? Should that not be enough for me to expunge the thorn of lustfulness in my flesh? The following Monday, Yetunde called my line again. “I’ve got the job,” she announced. “I’ve actually started it today.” “Oh, congrats,” I said. “Now, that means I’ll be living in Abuja too. Well, it’s not too bad to change location from Lagos, if you ask me.” I had not given much thought to that. Surely, it meant she was now in the ‘neighborhood.’ “Yes, that is what it means. You’re now closer to daddy.” “Yes. I’ll be missing Lagos, though.” I smiled. “Hmn, somehow, we all miss Lagos.” That weekend, Linda left for her new station. Before I left on Friday afternoon for Lagos by flight, she ensured that I gave her a good time. We promised to keep contacting each other on the telephone. “I’ll surely be popping in to Abuja once in a while,” she said. I nodded. “For sure, we’ll still be contacting each other.” By seven in the evening, I was in Lagos. I took an uber cab to my residence at Lawanson. I was surprised Kike had not come home. She worked as a teacher in a private school and I expected her to be home with the baby by now. I gave her a call. “Hello, honey. You’re not yet home?” “Sorry,” she said. “We had a meeting after closing in the school, but we’re through. I’ll soon be at home.” “Okay. How’s my boy? How’s Steve?” There was no way I would call without asking after my boy. “Oh, he’s fine. We’ll soon be home.” “Alright, see you.” I was with my family, as usual, for the weekend. On Monday, I took an early morning flight back to Abuja and resumed duty at the national assembly complex in earnest. There was no definite closing time: sometimes, we could close by four, but sometimes, we worked as late as six p.m. Today, I decided to call it a day about five p.m. I was putting my laptop in its bag when a call came through. It was an unknown number and I wondered who it was. “Hello, Henry.” It was a lady’s voice but I could not immediately pin-point who it was. “Hello.” “Are you still in the office?” now, I knew that it belonged to Yetunde. “Yes, hope no problem.” “No. i’m on my way there. Wait for me.” “Okay.” now, what could Yetunde be up to? Why would she ask me to wait for her, and what could be so important? Download complete story from: https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/heart_of_seduction/30375 |
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