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he signing as assumed did not occur. In fact, it was
adjourned to eight (8)weeks time. Bimpe could hardly stare into her Lawyer
turned friend’s eyes let alone Ifeanyi’s. She walked briskly to the elevator
but she knew she could not avoid Susan’s questions. ‘What happened? When did
you decide that you needed more time because last I checked which was last
night, you wanted this over and done with?’ Susan looked sternly at Bimpe ,
waiting for answers but Bimpe just stared, lost in the confusion that her
weakness had orchestrated. She could not lie to her Lawyer. ‘Bimpe! Bimpe!’, Susan
called her back from her trance. She turned to her friend and sobbed as she
told her the shameful details. Susan stroked her back. This was not the time or
the place to discuss this. Since Bimpe did not drive, she hitched a ride with Susan
and they drove out for lunch into the Lagos traffic.
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feanyi sat in a bar on the Island. It was a bit too early
for his poison Hennessy so he stuck to cocktails. He could not believe what
had occurred. A part of his heard congratulated and massaged his ego while the
other did what only mothers were known for; knocked him back to his senses. He
messed up; he hurt a good girl and now it was payback time. The only thing
bothering him was the confusion. Why did he feel endeared to her? What did she
have over him that made him put a pause on his planned single life to put a
ring on her? Why did he, even after so close to a divorce, turn around and opt
to hold out for eight weeks? Oh! The things he could have started experiencing
as an official single man. His phone started buzzing. Emeka, his long time
partner in crime was calling on Facetime . He knew the reason for the call yet
he could not bring himself to answer. He let it ring till it went unanswered
but this dude was persistent! ‘’Yo, how far na? Everything don set?’’, Emeka
asked his friend. Ifeanyi looked straight at the screen and Emeka guessed. ‘’I
tell you say you still love that babe, you are just in denial!, Emeka shook his
head as he spoke. He knew his friend so well. He always had second thoughts
about Ifeanyi letting Bimpe go because
he knew he didn’t deserve her and she was the best thing that Ifeanyi had. The friends agreed to meet up later in the
day and the call ended. The call had just confirmed Ifeanyi’s fears. He was
scared to cut all ties with Bimpe but he did not know how much he wanted her.
He was confused no doubt and this alcohol was making it much worse. Ifeanyi
paid the bill and drove home.
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impe played with the rim of her cocktail glass. This must
have been the third, better yet, the fourth glass yet she could not fight the
urge that needed another long island. It was a tough day she had and her friend
kept giving her a look that said she was not a teenager. Susan cleared her
throat, ‘’I do not know why I am not screaming at you right now. Maybe it is
the fact that I know this is a difficult process. However, you have no right to
hurt yourself the way you are about to. The same way Ifeanyi has no right to
hurt you. Are you even listening?’’, Susan sounded exasperated. Bimpe continued
to draw imaginary circles on the rim of her glass. She knew Susan was right but
what could she do? Susan continued her sermon. Bimpe still looked lost. ‘You
know what?’, Susan suggested, ‘why don’t you wait this out till he calls, for
all you know. It may have been just a kiss’. BImpe sighed. They both looked
exhausted but just before it were time to leave, Bimpe ordered the last cocktail that was
obviously a mistake.
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feanyi looked himself in the mirror as he dried his body
after a long shower. The traffic was terrible and after two hours, he finally
got to his estate. He walked lazily to the kitchen and opened the fridge
wondering what he could eat. Luckily, he had ordered for different soups since
he was now a bachelor. While waiting for the microwave to help warm his dinner,
he sat loosely on the couch in his towel. He remembered how Bimpe would nag at
him for walking around in his tiny briefs; he now wondered if she was
constantly turned on by him or by the fact she was not the only one enjoying
the view. At the sound of the microwave beeping, he heard the door bell. He
wondered who would come at this time without the estate security calling the
intercom. He walked to the door and got the shocker of his existence. He was
not ready for this at all. She stood glistening and seductive. She looked
exactly the way he had met her a year ago. She smiled and pushed him into the
house. It was his friend with benefit Dami. The full figured beauty waltzed her
way to the couch. Ifeanyi was in shock still at the door. ‘Keep staring at me
and I just may freeze’, Dami said sarcastically. Ifeanyi composed himself and
walked to the kitchen. He served dinner for them both and poured them wine.
Dami looked around and got comfortable. She took off her shoes and plugged her
ipone to power. Ifeanyi sat across from her and could not believe his luck.
Dami did not seem like she was leaving any time soon. She stood up and sat on
him. She bit her lips and kissed him deeply. He pulled her hair and sniffed her
neck. Standing up with her straddling his waist, he walked towards the kitchen
counter. He heard the first knock but he ignored. He was not about to stop now
not even for Emeka. The knocks became louder so he released himself from her
hold and walked to the door while catching his breath. Opening the door with
rage, he met the same eyes that held him captive for Ten years. ‘Is this a bad
time?’ Bimpe asked?
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impe ordered an Uber and called it a night with Susan. She
couldn’t decide where her destination was. She delayed for so long; the poor
driver had to start charging her. She settled for her house, her lonely house
and looked out of the window as she was driven. She wondered what the next day
will hold. The traffic had reduced so she was on the mainland in no time. Just
when she approached seven up in Ikeja, she asked the uber driver to change
route. She knew it was a mistake but she needed answers. What were they? It was
too early to ask and she knew but she did not need confusion in her life. She
had planned to finally attend New York Fashion School and it was to resume in
twelve weeks. She needed to know what she
really didn’t want to know. Was she already putting him in her plans
before clarifying what they were? She shook her head. Passing the estate gate
was not an issue considering she had lived here for four years. She felt a
weird chill as she drove through the gates, a feeling of recognition of her
home. She got out and ended her trip. Before walking in, she pleaded with the
driver to wait for fifteen minutes. She did not want to be stranded in her old
home. After knocking for one minute, she thought of turning back but she knew
he was home. Sighing, she knocked more aggressively. She heard struggle and the
door swung open. There he was, shirtless in briefs. She didn’t know where to
look so she chose his eyes but she was in for a shocker. She saw guilt- which
was a foreign emotion to him. ‘Is this a bad time?’ Bimpe could not help but ask.
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