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e stood looking at her. He knew he was in trouble but his
ego was alive. She shouldn’t have come without calling. Bimpe was still
standing there wondering if it was time to take on the uber offer. Had she
interrupted something? Then she heard movements; then a face. The stranger was
a beauty; soft looked yet there was a glint of mischief in her stance. Bimpe
tried not to conclude but ten years of knowing Ifeanyi proved that this lady
was not a distant cousin. She awkwardly cleared her throat, ‘I am sorry for
showing up like this but I thought we could talk about the event that occurred
earlier. I can see you are engaged so I will take my leave’. Bimpe turned
around but Ifeanyi could not let her leave that way. Not in this circumstance
so he attempted to leave the door frame. Dami knew who Bimpe was and the danger
she could cause if she let Ifeanyi go. So she stooped- hoping to destroy this
marriage and win him over finally after a year of failing to knock down his
wall: ‘Babe, do not be long!’. Ifeanyi
and Bimpe stood in their tracks. Just when the ‘it is not what you think’ was
about to be said, Bimpe got into the car and asked to be driven. Ifeanyi knew
at that point that his attempt to find out if he deserved Bimpe was of no use.
He clearly didn’t.
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impe slapped her forehead continuously as she cursed and
cried.The Uber driver looked at his weird passenger through the rear view but
couldn’t voice an opinion. She went all the way to be given the rude shocker.
The problem was that Ifeanyi had always been that way. Yet, she could not help but
wonder if their relationship had always been a fluke. The man she fell in love
with was a polished Rottweiler; he preyed on her naivety and dumped her like a wand
that had lost its magic. Bimpe got out the car and stormed into her apartment.
The cold she felt was worse than that of the morning. The day had been long but she
knew the night would be worse. She had been a fool for ten years and a day
more. The half bottle of chocolate flavored Vodka came to her view. She walked
to the freezer and got out ice. Pouring a considerable amount in a glass that
looked wider than normal; she sat on the dining table and took a large gulp. It
burned yet it did not compare to the hell she would raise if for a stupid
reason like her lack of control, she could not get her divorce in the said
eight weeks.
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ami got tired of waiting for Ifeanyi to come in. He had been
sitting on the stairs since his soon to be ex-wife left. She had taken the
plates into the kitchen and even done her best to keep the parlor tidy yet, he
refused to enter. This was not the night she planned out for. She wanted to hold
on to him- even when his attitude and utterances rang impertinence. She knew
she had settled for this but what could she do? Dami noticed him move slowly
towards the door. She sat up and put on a smile, ready to accept his wounds and
lick them. Yes! That is what she had become; a comfort to the broken Ifeanyi.
She remembered how a year ago, she had stumbled on the man called Ifeanyi.
She had left Dipo’s house angry. He had cheated for the umpteenth time
and No! ‘This was the last time’ was not going to cut it. She walked into a
lounge off Ajose Adeogun and sat by the bar. She ordered a very strong Long
Island and looked at the mark the one year engagement ring-now long gone, had
caused. “Heart break or on a prowl?” a corky voice asked. Dami turned and saw
Ifeanyi, clearly married yet so attractive. This was the opportunity to switch
places, be the other woman. Dami ignored her conscience and laughed extra hard
to his jokes and flirted openly. The night was not going to end without some
flair. So she acted drunk, stumbled and talked extra slow. Just when he held
her close enough, she planted a soft but sloppy kiss on his lips. He pulled
away; looking confused yet she saw his yearn. He was broken, lonely and
vulnerable. She held his neck and pulled him closer. Ifeanyi could not resist
anymore. This was not his first time cheating on Bimpe and with the loss of
their third pregnancy; he was not going back to her sobs and self pity. So he
kissed this beautiful stranger, he kissed her deep and long. Then she pulled
away. Dami had got his attention and she intended keeping it. She slipped her
card into his pocket and walked out of the lounge. It didn’t take forty eight
hours before she heard that confidence ridden voice. A few drinks and poor
decisions and here they were.
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feanyi could not believe that Dami had not taken the cue
after what she had caused. He heard her cleaning and then silence. No movement.
She had not left still. So he stood up and entered the house menacingly hoping
to scare her off but she just stared at him. Dami knew him. Dami knew his
weaknesses and tolerated his outrages. What he could not stand was that look;
the look of pity, like he was broken. He could never compare them both but
Bimpe never looked at him that way. For a long time, she thought he was
redeemable. Tonight, he knew he put out that light permanently. He picked up
Dami’s bag and handed it to her. Dami refused to get up. ‘Dami please! ’ He
hardly used those words but he knew he was at his wits ends and he did not want
to say or rather, do what could be damaging. Dami could not believe he was throwing
he out. Was she the one who broke his heart? She had been there for him physically
and almost this close to emotionally yet she got the boot? Not this time! Dami stood
her grounds. ‘Ifeanyi, you need to’ Dami did not complete the statement before
her bag landed rudely on her laps. Then she was pulled and shoved towards the
door. She knew it was no use arguing. He was in his wolverine mode. So she
turned back to say something but thought better. She opened the door and
slammed it so hard, she felt its hinges shake. She was done with him for now. She
was attracted to him because he made her feel she was needed even in silence
but maltreating her physically meant her last level of regard was gone. So was
she!
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impe heard the phone ring continuously but she could not
bring herself to pick up. She struggled to go back to sleep but no! The phone
would not stop. She opened and closed her eyes so fast because of the rays of sunlight
that filtered through the blinds. She did not remember taking a shower or
taking a bath which seemed impossible since she was in her pyjamas and looked
clean compared to what she envisioned. She sure ate like a pig during her
drunk-depressed section yester night. So she walked steeply towards the
bathroom, hoping her steps will not wake up the headache that already had its
foundation laid. After a thorough shower, she strolled to her living room to a
strange form. He was cuddled up on her settee and was fast asleep. So she
turned around slowly and pounded the arm rest with the empty bottle of vodka
she had picked from the side table. He turned to face her. What she saw knocked
her flat to the floor! It was not possible. He could not be here again. How did
he get in? ‘Bimpe, are you okay?’ Ifeanyi asked, wondering if he had made the
right decision.
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